From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m slouching against the cold mall window in my hoodie, watching a total newbie struggle as their Zhu Zhu Pet screeches and vibrates across the linoleum, the cheap plastic casing rattling like it’s about to fall apart. My hand reaches into my pocket, brushing against the scratchy denim of my ultra-skinny jeans as I flip open my phone to text "brb" while Flo Rida blares through my tinny earbuds. The air smells like overpriced pretzels and floor wax, and the neon lights of the cinema marquee for *Watchmen* are giving me a headache. I just want to find a quiet corner to scroll through my feed and forget how much a tank of gas costs these days.