Neighborhood Bullies

The exterior of Lauren's house shows that Lauren is too lazy or too cheap to do some landscaping activities. Both lawns have been left to grow wildly, nasty and dented roof shingles, and chipped paint spotted in different places on the sliding wood wall tiles. It was a fixer upper, but until Lauren has a decent amount of money for some major remodeling, it would have to do.

Walking outside into a fresh new day, Lauren breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the crisp morning air kiss her awake. The moment was interrupted by the sight of a group of kids hanging around her mailbox.

"Hey, get off my property, brats!" Lauren shouted, trying not to sound like a stereotypical old crazy lady, but mission accomplished as the group of kids chuckled.

"You live here now?" The oldest person asks, who is obviously the ringleader of their gang. A girl who looks to be around nineteen or twenty, lightly tanned, and surprisingly ample breasts hidden behind a pseudo-biker chick outfit, complete with heeled boots.

"This used to be our hangout, til you showed up to ruin our fun." After that the group seemed to get on the offensive, ready to strike.

"Oh, boo-hoo. Can't find a new place Prissy Crissy?" Looking at the name stitched on the leader's pink shirt. "Try your Parents garage, or how about a jail cell, for trespassing?

"Well, at least let me say goodbye."Crissy said, brazenly walking past Lauren up to the house. Crissy takes a big rock out of her jacket pocket, and throws it through one of the front windows. Lauren is stunned, as glass shatters.