From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched over the hardwood floor, the cold friction of my baggy cargo pants rubbing against my shins as I rip the ripcord on my new metal Beyblade. Eminem is blasting through my foam-covered headphones, the beat thumping right against my temples while I ignore my dad ranting at the kitchen TV about how the No. 2 Republican in the Senate calls for a vote on Lott. He looks so ridiculous getting worked up over C-SPAN that I almost want to text my friends "rofl" on my keypad, but I’m too busy feeling the grit of the stadium plastic under my palms. I just want to sink into my oversized fleece hoodie and lose myself in the spin until the world goes quiet.