From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m squinting through my oversized sunglasses at the neon marquee, totally stoked that the girl at the box office didn't card us for the *Boogeyman* premiere. My layered chiffon skirt keeps snagging on my Ugg boots while I check my heavy Razr phone, praying my peeps saw my post about this being way more legendary than any "instructional" video game. I almost tripped over my skinny jeans when I saw a guy in the lobby who looked exactly like Mario, and I swear I whispered "rofl" out loud. The lobby is a blur of bright denim and the smell of buttery popcorn, and I'm just vibrating with the need to see if this flick is actually as terrifying as the trailer promised.