From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m hunched in my low-rise jeans, glare from the monitor hitting my face as I refresh the **iTunes Store** to see if J-Lo’s new track finally dropped. My dad is in the den shouting about Emmitt Smith leaving the Cowboys, but honestly, that’s such **tmi** for a Friday night when I’m just trying to look cool in my velour tracksuit. Through the window, neon signs from the strip mall blurred into the rain, casting a glossy sheen that looks as sharp as those new **Blu-ray** discs I can't afford yet. I ignore a **Skype** notification pinger, focusing instead on my Reflection in the glass, adjusting my tinted sunglasses and dreaming of seeing *Cradle 2 the Grave* at the late showing.