From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m leaning against the cold, plastic seat of my car, the scratchy denim of my low-rise jeans digging into my hips while Flo Rida’s "Low" rattles the trunk speakers. My fingers are still sticky from some cheap candy, and I can't stop staring at the glowing pump screen—$3.27 a gallon is straight-up robbery for a Tuesday afternoon. I was hoping to save up for that high-tech Wall-E animatronic I saw online, but with these gas prices, my bank account is officially voted off the island; the tribe has spoken. I kill the engine, adjust my hoodie, and wonder if anyone’s actually going to be at the mall now that all the good TV shows are stuck in a writers' strike loop.