From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m hunched over my desk, the neon blue glow of my monitor washing over my baggy cargo pants as I wait for a sketchy Wikipedia page to load on Windows XP. My sister is blastng Shaggy’s "It Wasn't Me" in the next room, but I’m too busy daydreaming about saving up for an Xbox or that sleek new iPod I saw in a magazine. I need to log off before my parents get home and give me the "you are the weakest link" speech about my grades, but I’m stuck staring at the low-res photos of my peeps on the screen. The winter sky outside is getting dark, reflecting off the glass like a silhouette of a tech revolution I’m just trying to keep up with.