From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sight
The mall is a blur of neon Pink hoodies and shutter shade glasses, but all I can focus on is the "Sold Out" sign at the toy store for those stupid Zhu Zhu Pets my sister won't stop crying about. I’m just trying to ignore the headlines about car companies failing while "Boom Boom Pow" blasts through my tinny earbuds, the bass vibrating against my skinny jeans. If my dad asks me to help him save gas and walk to the theater for the *Star Trek* premiere tonight, I’m gonna tell him, "You're fired." He is seriously being TMI about the budget lately, and it’s totally killing my vibe.