Last week, we got new neighbors. Sam and I haven't officially met the two girls who moved into the apartment, but we've seen them around our complex. My very first (Twilight-Zone-ish) encounter with one of them is depicted in the sketchbook page below:
The girl was standing by the stairwell surrounded by a brigade of skinny jean-wearing boys with Justin Bieber haircuts. All of them were smoking and chattering in squeaky adolescent voices.