Children of Ghetto-Lite

Only one child lives in our building. His name is either Ryan or Rylin, and he is the child of Bad Mom. He's around 8 years old. (There used to be a Bad Dad, who was actually Bad Stepdad, but we haven't seen him around in a long time.) Ryan/Rylin has a bad attitude, which is not surprising given the abuse and neglect--literally--that he has received at the hands of Bad Parents. I interact with Ryan/Rylin very little. My relationship with him consists mainly of my annoyance whenever he pounds on the front door for Bad Mom to let him in the building.

There are many many other children in the immediate area. They tend to congregate in noisy packs. Tonight a group of them were outside and extra noisy. They decided to lure Ryan/Rylin outside by shouting his name around 8:45pm. When they got his attention, they proceeded to sit on the front step and shout "PARTY! PARTY! PARTY!" until Lizzy shouted at them "WAIT QUIETLY!" They apologized, and they remained quiet for about 45 seconds. She slammed the windows down, and they ran back across the street to the parking lot/yard where they congregate sometimes.

It's after 9pm now, and they are still outside. We can't hear them much now with the windows shut. I'm hoping for a quiet night from now on.