From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m smoothing out the wrinkles in my satin slip dress and pulling my knee-high socks up, trying to look effortless like Alicia Silverstone while the rough cardboard of my Pog collection scrapes against my palms. We’re heading to the cinema to see *Die Hard with a Vengeance* again because Bruce Willis is a total babe, though the theater floor always feels like a sticky trap for my chunky platform soles. I just scored a plaid tiny backpack that’s totally minimalist, and when I caught my reflection in the glass, I was like, “Boo-ya, looking fly!” If my mom keeps trippin' about me staying out past ten tonight, I’m going to lose it.