From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The roar of my brother’s muffler drowns out the radio until Will Smith starts "Gettin' Jiggy wit It," and I’m nodding along while adjusting my oversized flannel shirt. I’m shoved in the back seat with a creepy Furby that won’t stop clicking, watching my mom dig through her purse and huff about how **$0.79** for a single loaf of bread is basically a highway robbery. As we pull into the lot, the screech of tires and the hiss of the air conditioner are the only vibes I’ve got, and I’m honestly just trying to ignore her. I roll my eyes and whisper "whatever" to the window, wishing I could just plug into a Rio and blast my own soundtrack away from this noise.