My mother gestures me into the room. As I walk in, I look around—it’s vastly different from the last time I was here. I used to spend multiple days a week here, where we had our movie nights, where I had my band practices, where my parents forced me to go with my friends because my dad didn’t ...
I’ve been meaning to get my screen protector changed for months now. It’s cracked beyond belief—still usable, but the unevenness of the glass skews the front camera’s lighting. I’ve never put one on myself, though. I wait for my dad to do it. Maybe I haven’t bought one yet because I’m ...
“Do you wanna see his finger?” My friend reaches into his pocket to grab his phone, grinning like we’re talking about high school drama.
Solutions by The State News
