In Ravenshill Academy, there was one unspoken rule amongst all the students.

What happens at the Skatepark, stays at the Skatepark.

And indeed, the so-called skatepark was just a regular one tens meters away from the school, and it happened to be a special place for everyone. Almost everyday after school most of the teens headed just there. Not even to skate, but just to be there. It’s a whole different world from the academy’s walls. There, you can be whoever you want. There’s no judgment, no weird questions. In this place jocks high-fives with nerds, the popular girls tell art freaks they look good today. It almost feels magical, having a place where you can hide and feel warm even when the snow glues your hair together in ice-chunks.

Whoever you pretend to be at school, the real side always uncovers when you’re surrounded by the asphalt.