From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m slouching on the bus with Rihanna blasting through my earbuds, trying to ignore the sketchy look of my dad’s frayed work jacket as the news on the radio rants about shrinking salaries. My fingers keep tracing the rough, embroidered patch on my skinny jeans while I stare at the kid across the aisle holding that Ultimate Wall-E Animatronic. The way those cold, molded plastic treads clack against the seat makes me want one so bad it hurts, even if buying it is totally off the table right now. I asked my parents for the upgrade, but after Dad saw the headlines, the tribe has spoken and my bank account is officially a ghost town.