The Mischief Makers [INCOMPLETE]

WARNING: I wrote and created this story when I was around 13. I do not recommend you indulge in this story unless you want to be disappointed and quite possibly scarred by the shitty quality of it. If you are curious, please head over to The Mischief Makers [REWRITTEN] where I am making a new and improved version of this story. Thank you!

"We make one fucked up Breakfast Club," Alec drawled.

Who are the Mischief Makers? That's easy! They're six really nosy teenagers running around Tennessee trying to bust a local gang that's deemed incredibly murderous and that could possibly kill them at any given nanosecond.

Not to mention the thought of what to do after high school terrifies the living shit out of them, so this whole adventure could be quite therapeutic. Or the fact that they don't even finish the god damn newspaper project old man Durgus assigned to them!

"Who names their gang after a math variable?!" Natalia exclaimed.

I rest my case.

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*Disclaimer: Despite the story being rated "mature," I can assure you that there is no smut or anything of that included in this story, although there is a vast amount of profanity, or "strong language" distributed from the characters and text itself. Wattpad had taken upon itself to add in the mature rating, although I will reassure that there is nothing that a teenager cannot handle.