From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
My side-fringe keeps poking me in the eye while I stare at the neon-blue glow of the Nintendo Wii display, thinking about how I’m going to scrounge up enough cash for a console when gas is over two bucks a gallon. I lean against the mall railing in my studded belt and extra-long graphic tee, watching the silhouettes of preppies in polo shirts pass by the arcade. Everything feels a bit sketchy lately, especially with the news about more troops heading overseas, so I just turn up my Razr volume until Chamillionaire and Krayzie Bone are vibrating through my cheap foam headphones. They’re "Ridin'" high at the top of the charts, and the beat is the only thing keeping me from losing it in this fluorescent wasteland.