From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
The rough denim of my skinny jeans digs into my hips as I sprawl on the floor, my thumbs raw from the tactile click of the Xbox 360’s concave triggers. The console hums like a jet engine, vibrating through the carpet while Chris Brown blares from my tinny computer speakers. I pull the itchy wool of my oversized sweater over my hands, wishing I was at the mall with my peeps instead of staring at this loading screen. Between the stiff suede of my Ugg boots and the glow of the TV, everything feels buzzing and neon, like the world is finally waking up in high-def.