Teens — Naughty Little

Mr. Henderson jumped, a sound somewhere between a yelp and a harrumph escaping him. He looked down, seeing the neon hopscotch trail glowing under his porch light. He took a cautious step forward. Pop!

Leo pulled a handful of neon-colored sidewalk chalk from his pocket with a grin. "And the bubble wrap." naughty little teens

"You got the chalk?" Sam whispered, his eyes darting toward the street. He took a cautious step forward

They worked in rhythmic silence. Leo laid the bubble wrap with the precision of a surgeon, securing it with clear tape that was nearly invisible in the fading light. Meanwhile, Sam was busy transforming the grey concrete into a kaleidoscope of neon pink and electric blue circles. "And the bubble wrap

The sun was just beginning to dip behind the old oak trees of Miller’s Lane when Leo and Sam met behind the abandoned hardware store. To the rest of the neighborhood, they were just two fourteen-year-olds with oversized hoodies and scuffed sneakers. To the local shopkeepers, however, they were the "Miller’s Lane Menace."

"We're losing our edge, Leo," Sam whispered as they crept away into the night.