From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
The neon glare from the arcade is blinding, reflecting off my oversized denim jacket as Paula Abdul blasts from the mall speakers. I’m leaning against the food court railing, watching the older kids obsess over the new Game Boy and pretending I don't want one so bad it hurts. My best friend is complaining about some heavy news headline involving a death threat against a writer, but I just roll my eyes. As if I have the brain space for global drama when my bangs won't stay up and my crushed velvet scrunchie is losing its grip.