Paradise Teen Thumbs File

The sun was a heavy gold coin sinking into the Pacific, painting the waves of Laguna Beach in shades of violet and fire. For anyone else, this was the ultimate postcard moment—the definition of paradise. But for Leo and Mia, sitting on the sea wall, the real world was only five inches wide.

The actual Jax was sitting fifty yards down the beach, surrounded by a dozen other kids. They weren't laughing or talking; they were all illuminated by the same ghostly blue glow. A dozen sets of "teen thumbs" were busy documenting the fun they were supposed to be having, sending fragments of their paradise into the cloud. paradise teen thumbs

They sat in a comfortable, practiced silence. The only sound wasn't the crashing surf, but the rhythmic tap-swipe-tap of their thumbs against glass. The sun was a heavy gold coin sinking