From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched over in the backseat, my thumbs raw from clicking the grainy plastic buttons on my Tamagotchi to keep the little pixelated blob alive. The scratchy polyester of my oversized windbreaker swishes every time I move, and I’m totally spacing out to Biggie’s "Hypnotize" thumping through my foam headphones. Dad’s at the pump grumbling about coughing up **$1.15** a gallon like it’s some huge tragedy, but honestly, whatever. I’m just trying to ignore his rant about Woolly Mammoth germs while I scroll through the Information Superhighway on my bulky laptop, feeling the static hum against my denim-covered knees.