From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I watched the gas station attendant chalk the slate to $0.10, and I couldn't help but let out a whistle at how fast prices are climbing. My sister was clutching her new Jointed Bear so tight it looked like it’d burst, but honestly, having a toy named after the President is just capital. The streetlights flickered against my rigid high collar as I hummed "Bill Bailey" and watched the Scranton newsboys wave headlines about the coal strike. Being a part of this fast-moving century feels absolutely bully, even with all the stuffy old generals fussing about proper manners.