From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The snap of my spandex leggings is drowned out by the synthesizers of "The Reflex" blaring from my boombox, competing with the distant cheering for Mary Decker on some neighbor’s TV. My stomach does a total somersault when I realize Mom only gave me exactly **$0.50** for a loaf of bread, leaving me zero cents for a pack of Garbage Pail Kids. Like, barf me out, does she expect me to walk to the store in this heat without getting a treat? I adjust my neon headband and try to look fly, but the screeching tires of a passing Camaro just make me want to disappear into my oversized sweatshirt.