From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The metallic *shriek* of my cousin’s Draciel ripping through the plastic Beystadium drowns out Ashanti’s hook on the radio, but I’m too busy trying to get a grainy shot of the carnage on my new camera phone. My mom starts oversharing about her coworkers again, so I just groan "tmi" and turn up the Ja Rule track to block out the Sunday boredom. The air smells like cheap hair gel and car exhaust, a total contrast to the heavy news about South Africa I heard on the TV earlier. I'm just vibing in my baggy cargos, waiting for my peeps to hit me up on Friendster so we can get out of this house.