From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
I’m squinting against the blinding neon glow of the gas station sign, absolutely ROFLing because Dad’s jaw dropped when he saw that **$3.27** a gallon. I just hiked up my skinny jeans and adjusted my hoodie, tuning out the news about some Kennedy dropping their Senate bid to blast "Just Dance" through my tinny earbuds instead. The mall parking lot is packed with my peeps waiting to see *Paul Blart*, their shaggy side-swept bangs catching the glare of the streetlights. Every window display is a blur of bright plastic Zhu Zhu Pets and tech ads, but I'm just glued to my screen, wondering if this new WhatsApp thing is actually gonna catch on.