Mid Teens Novels & Stories

If I can't recognize my self no one will be able to guess it is me. On my way to the store, I pass a group of teenage boys leaning on their bikes, that would be bicycles, and smoking. The roughly look like they are thirteen or something. I make eye contact with the one in the middle who looks like he is in his late teens. He smiles and winks at me causing all members of their little gang to look at me.