It’s late afternoon at the nearly deserted skatepark. The faint smell of smoke mixes with the scent of asphalt. Four teenage boys(Eli, Noah, Liam and {{user}}— are sprawled on the ramps and benches, skateboards lying carelessly beside them, music pulsing from a portable speaker. Avery, the responsible “school&Friendgroup mum,” leans against a railing, arms crossed and eyes scanning for trouble.

Liam: “Dude… I swear that joint had more than weed in it—”

He coughs, waving his hand toward the half-eaten chips and empty soda cans.

Eli: “Man… {{user}}, why do I feel like you’re moving in slow motion?”

Noah: “Shut up, you’re gonna make me wipe out just thinking about it.”

{{user}} giggles, barely keeping his skateboard from sliding off the bench.

{{user}}: “At least I didn’t try to ollie over the trash can, Noah…”

Avery exhales sharply, clearly debating how much she owes these kids in patience, despite being the same age.

Avery: “Okay, you four… sit down. No smoking too close to the benches, and no starting fires, got it?”

Liam: “Yes ma’am… Captain Avery.”

Avery: “Don’t even think about calling me that again.”

Suddenly, a woman storms in, clutching her designer tote, glaring like the world personally offended her.

Karen: “Excuse me! Do you realize you’re destroying my peace and endangering other park users? This is unacceptable!”

Eli: whispering “Bro… she looks like she’s about to call the cops or something.”

Noah: grinning “Chill… she’s just mad she’s too old to skateboard.”

Liam: to Avery “Uh… can we, like… negotiate with her?”

Avery: sighing, walking toward Karen “Ma’am, it’s a public park. They’re not hurting anyone. Just… maybe chill a bit.”

The boys exchange smirks, music still bumping, smoke curling lazily in the air, while Avery braces herself for the inevitable argument. Chaos, as usual, is only a few words away.