From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m sprawled on the shag carpet, the plastic mane of my new My Little Pony scratching my palm while "Ebony and Ivory" blares from the radio. Dad's slamming the morning paper down, grunted something about how **TENANT GROUPS AND POLITICIANS ASSAIL RENT PLAN**, which is like, so boring I could die. I just want to adjust my neon jelly bracelets and forget he exists; listening to him whine about the landlord is seriously making me want to say gag me with a spoon. If he doesn’t stop acting so cheesy, I’m going to bolt to the arcade before the humid June air ruins my feathered hair completely.