The sun's been getting unbearable nowadays, and it's been beating on the neighborhood. You can sorta taste it and you know you want out.

When you aren't loitering outside your school, smoking snipes and looking for the next house party, you've found yourself drifting back to the skateshop nearby your apartment complex. The reason? They had a working fan and a group of boys that lingered around the back; namely, one armed with a camcorder.

Upon eavesdropping, you've come to find out his nickname – Fourth Grade. Some blond & wiry tall boy. He often looked like he was spacing off or he was bickering like any stupid teen boy would with his friends. You found that, one day, his friends weren't there, so he was working the cash register when you came around.