From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched over in my room, the sticky rubber buttons of my iPod shuffle vibrating as Rihanna’s "Umbrella" blasts through those cheap white earbuds. My palms are sweaty against the cool, glass screen of my cousin's new iPhone, a piece of tech so smooth it makes my old flip phone feel like prehistoric junk. I’m supposed to go grab a loaf for dinner, but staring at the $1.12 receipt makes me realize how fast my allowance is disappearing into iTunes downloads. I’ve ghd-straightened my hair until it’s flat as a board, and even if I look totally rawr, I’m dying in this thick polyester graphic tee.