From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
The neon glow of the arcade reflects off my oversized denim jacket as I shove the last of my change into the machine. My mom is def gonna flip that I spent her fifty-five cents for the loaf of bread on another round of Gauntlet, but I couldn't resist the flashing lights. Everything feels bigger today, like the giant shuttle payload on the news or the way my new Ninja Turtles figures look under these strobes. Bobby McFerrin is whistling through the mall speakers, trying to tell me not to worry, while I just stare at the vibrating colors of the TV screen.