From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
The sun is baking the asphalt into a shimmering haze, and my oversized flannel feels like a death trap, but checking my digital pet is a total buzzkill since the little pixelated brat died again while I was at the movies. Between the neon glow of the arcade and the theater marquee advertising *Air Force One*, everything looks sharp and oversaturated, like a music video. That "I'll Be Missing You" track is blasting from a passing car's speakers for the tenth time today, the heavy bass thumping right through my chest. I’m just staring at the condensation dripping off a soda can, wishing I was anywhere as cool as those sleek new hybrid cars everyone’s whispering about.