Naughty Little - Teens

"You got the chalk?" Sam whispered, his eyes darting toward the street.

"He's going to blow a gasket," Sam chuckled, dusting chalk off his hands. naughty little teens

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! "You got the chalk

"Better than him blowing his whistle at us for 'skating too loud,'" Leo replied. Suddenly, a flashlight beam cut through the darkness. Henderson jumped, a sound somewhere between a yelp

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

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."

"Yeah," Leo agreed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Next time, we’re using the giant googly eyes on his trash cans. That’ll definitely restore our bad reputation."