From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m staring at the sketchy flickering glow of the gas station sign, groaning because **$2.27** a gallon is basically a death sentence for my weekend plans in this beat-up sedan. Beyond the windshield, everything is a blur of oversized hoodies and low-rise jeans under the harsh neon hum of the 7-Eleven. Beyoncé is blasting from the speakers, her voice cutting through the crisp winter air while my friends argue over whether Plushenko or Weir actually deserved the gold on the ice. I just want to get home to my Wii, away from the headlines and the biting wind that's freezing my exposed midriff.