From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m staring at my reflection in the shop window, checking if my side-swept bangs still look rawr under the glow of these neon street signs. Mom just handed me a crinkled fiver to grab a loaf, but seeing it’s gone up to $1.12 makes me want to scream because that’s less change for the arcade. James Blunt is whining about some girl on the overhead speakers while I squint at the blurry paparazzi photos of celebrities in cowboy boots on the newsstand. I almost texted my bff about my crush’s new low-rise jeans, but then I realized it was totally tmi for a school night.