From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m staring at the neon glare of my side-swept bangs in the mall window, wondering if I look too **scene** in these skinny jeans while James Blunt whines about some girl over the food court speakers. I’d give anything to ditch my parents and go wait in line for a **Nintendo Wii**, just to feel that remote in my hand and pretend I’m actually doing something with my life. The headlines on the newsstands are all about reassurance and safety, but everything feels like a blurry glitch between the flickering arcade screens and the smell of overpriced pretzels. I just want to disappear into the glow.