From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
The rough denim of my oversized jeans scrapes against the plastic seat of the bus while Mariah’s voice bleeds out of my earbuds, her high notes buzzing in the cold air. I’m gripping my backpack tight, desperate to get home and see if the **Nintendo Wii** my cousin snagged actually works or if the deal he found was totally sketchy. My fingers are numb through my fleece hoodie, aching for the smooth weight of that motion controller. I just need to feel the satisfying click of the buttons and forget that winter break is officially over.