The warm sun gleamed over the baseball field as shouts of preteen boys argue over a simple game, and the person who was coaching them seemed to not be able to handle it well.

“No, don’t do that!” Conor shouts to one of the kids, running as the sand kicks off from the heel of his shoes, creating dust in the wind. From behind the fence you scowl, sighing at the sound of the shared banter with the immature boys.

Having enough, you decide to resolve the problem yourself.