From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
The neon glow of the mall’s food court reflects off my metallic eyeliner as I adjust my skinny jeans, trying to ignore the scrolling sports ticker about N.B.A. crunch time defenses on the overhead screens. Rihanna’s hook in *Live Your Life* echoes off the linoleum, and I can’t help but do that little shoulder shimmy while waiting for my Aunt to finish shoe shopping. I’m busy tapping out a text on my sliding keyboard to tell the group “brb” before my battery dies again. Between the blinding brightness of the holiday displays and the oversized hoodies swishing past, everything feels like a blurry, high-definition music video.