From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m slouching against the bus stop in my baggy, wide-leg denim, feeling the cold wind bite through the stiff cotton as I stare at the morning paper's sports page. It's truly a bummer that Nykesha Sales's career is done just short of the record because of that Achilles injury—total slacker luck for a girl with such a phat game. I pop the fuzzy foam headphones of my discman back on, Celine Dion’s voice swelling as I fiddle with the prickly, synthetic fur of the Furby I’m hiding in my pocket. Everything feels electric and raw, from the static on my nylon windbreaker to the slick, glossy texture of the Titanic poster I’ve got rolled up under my arm.