From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The rhythmic pulse of "Centerfold" blares from my boombox, drowning out the static hum of my Commodore 64 as I try to code something besides homework. My mom is downstairs shrieking about the school board’s missing money and how even a simple loaf of bread hitting **$0.50** is highway robbery. I just roll my eyes, press my forehead against the cold window, and whisper "E.T. phone home" to the empty street. Between the screeching buses and the candy-colored plastic of my sister’s My Little Pony crunching under my sneaker, this winter feels like one long, noisy drag.