Jack, Jacob, and the Dragons by Olivia Robertson (13, New York)

There were dragons in the twin’s vegetable garden. 
Jacob watched from the window as one of them ate radish right from the plump soil. 
“Mom!” He yelled. 
His mother was downstairs on their treadmill. “Yes, honey?” 
“There are dragons in the vegetable garden!” 
He heard his mother laugh. “Oh, don’t be silly, Jacob. I can see the garden right now, and there’s no dragons for miles! They all returned to their caves to hibernate a couple weeks ago.”
Jacob looked out his window. The dragons were still there. Now one was pulling up the melons. 
He went into his brother’s room. “Jack, there are dragons-” 
“I’m doing my homework. Get out.”

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Jacob rolled his eyes and closed the door. He rushed back to his room and peeked out the window just in time to see the purple dragon swallow a corn whole. 
Something had to be done. 
Jacob raced downstairs, slipped into his sneakers, and rushed out to the garden, waving his arms and shouting. 
The yellow dragon looked up from where he was munching on the celery. When he saw tiny Jacob, who wasn’t even five feet tall yet, he kept eating. 
After all, he was a dragon. A fifty foot tall dragon. What could a little boy like that do?
Jacob ran around and threw pebbles at Jack’s window until his twin poked his head out. “What do you want?” He grumbled. 
“They’re destroying the canteloup!” Jacob cried. “You’ve got to come help.”
Jack closed the window, but seconds later, he was standing next to Jacob, watching the two dragons tear apart all their hard work. 
“Let’s tell Mom,” Jack suggested. “Don’t we still have some of that dragon repellent left over from spring?”
Jacob shook his head. “She can’t see them,” He told Jack. 
His twin’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “You don’t think-” 
“Yes, I do think,” Jacob said. “They’re mystical dragons all right, and for some reason, they chose us.”
Jack stared at the dragons for a second. “But why are they eating our garden? I mean, nothing’s even ripe yet.”
Jacob shrugged. “They’re dragons. What do I know about dragons? What does anyone know about dragons?”
“Um, well, we know that they came to our forests three hundred years ago, and they help us collect lumber. Well, just the fire breathing ones. Wait.” Jack turned to Jacob. “Do you think these are fire breathing ones?”
“No,” his brother said. “They have wings. The fire breathing ones don’t have wings. And they’re smaller than these ones.”
Jack went into the garage to search for the dragon repellent, and Jacob went closer to the dragons. So close, he could feel their warm breath wafting over his entire body. 
He reached out to touch the tip of the yellow dragon's nose. “Hey, big fella. Whoa, big fella, stop!” 
Chomp.