From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched over the cafeteria table, the stiff, laminated edges of my holographic Charizard digging into my thumb as I swap it for a Mewtwo. "Livin' la Vida Loca" is blasting from some poser’s boombox for the tenth time today, and the beat is practically vibrating through the heavy denim of my oversized JNCOs. My fingers are cramped from clutching my Game Boy, but I can’t stop; the first rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about it, but in this circle, the only rule is you don't trade your starters. I just want to zone out, feel the grit of this cardboard gold, and pretend the world isn't obsessed with election news.