"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."
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." naughty little teens
To the boys' absolute shock, Mr. Henderson didn't start yelling. He looked at the brightly colored circles, looked at the bubble wrap, and then—very slowly—he hopped. One foot into the pink circle. Two feet into the blue. Pop! Pop-pop! A small, rusty laugh echoed in the quiet air. The Aftermath "Yeah," Leo agreed, a smirk tugging at his lips
"Hey! Who’s out there?" It was Mr. Henderson’s gravelly voice. To the rest of the neighborhood, they were
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!