This past whenever, a collection of tweens were for reals seen texting behind the Dry Hump Roller Rink on the corner of 5th and Grind. The tweens seemed to think no one could see them texting, but we totes could. Apparently, the back parking lot of this particular roller rink is a hot spot for the local tweenagers to text in an adult-free zone. “The ‘dults just don’t get it,” says Brytnee Halter, top cheerleader at her school and one of the texting tweens. “We may be young, but we’re not kids. That's why we call adults 'dults. If we think we’re old enough to text, and texting is one of our fave things to do, then why shouldn’t we?”
Many of the tweens’ parents are appalled by this revelation and have perfectly good reasons why they don’t want their kids texting. “First of all, that texting stuff is expensive,” says Brytnee’s mom Britney. “If I wanted to pay an extra 40 bucks a month, I’d buy real butter. If I
didn’t want to pay an extra 40 bucks a month, I’d probably change my plan to include more texting.” She paused briefly, then made a quick phone call to Verizon. Was there a second of all? “Oh, right,” continues Britney. “No.”
Some tweens don’t even text behind the roller rink. They simply watch others text. “My ‘rents won’t let me have a cell phone,” says Jadrian Blaker, a tween who frequents the back of the roller rink to overcome his textual inadequacy. “I understand why not. I’m too young to start texting