Sure, I'm young. I'm only a freshman in high school -- but I'm way mature for my age.  My obaasan -- my Japanese G-rent -- says I may be small like a bird,  but that I can fly high when the  cat  tries to catch  me.     My mom calls me chibi,  which means "little one" in Japanese.   She says  I should be like, taking harder courses at school,  preparing for college aps.   She treats me like a little kid,  but she wants me to grow up.   Is that not  lame?

 

   Guess what I did on Homecoming night?  I went to a rave! 

.  Yeah, I'm way serious.  I never, thought anything cool would happen to me, but my 'rents were, like, worried 'bout me sneaking out with my buds and goin' to the game (they won't let me do anything that even resembles cool), so I talked my sister (she's in her 2nd year at UCI ) into letting me hang with her at the dorm. 

   She went ballistic when I showed up, saying how I was gonna ruin her night and all, but I told her if she didn't take me to the rave with her I'd tell Mom 'bout that butterfly tattoo on her shoulder she covers up with makeup when she comes home to do her laundry. 

  Everybody at the rave was sportin' hardware, flossin' and groovin' to the techno beat.  The rave was held in a house way up in the canyon in Laguna Beach--you had to push a code on the door panel  to get in--it was cool and misty inside from a waterfall.  I walked over a  wooden bridge to the main house.  When I got  inside, someone whispered in my ear, asking me if I wanted some Cherry X--  

  I was scared--but I wanted to be cool, so I took it.  It wouldn't hurt  to try it just once... would it?