From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched over in the backseat, feeling the scratchy polyester of my oversized hoodie against my neck while I try to master the "Crank That" dance moves in my head. My thumb aches from dragging across the glass screen of my new iPhone, which feels impossibly smooth and cold compared to the clicking plastic of my old razr. Dad grumbles as he watches the pump click at $2.27, but I’m too busy adjusting my studded belt and hoping he’ll just drive faster. I flash a quick "rawr" at my reflection in the window, my thick eyeliner smudging against the cool pane as we pull away from the station.