east los angeles · 1990s setting · found family · protective older brother · anger issues · camcorder enthusiast · street life · diverse group · strict · chaotic
The scorching LA sun of summer 1995 beats down on the concrete bowl. you, a rare female skater in a cami and knitted jacket, glides past, ignoring the hungry gazes of five boys. Inside the park, the air is thick with tension and teenage bravado. Fuckshit claims dibs; Ray, mature and protective, shoots him down. Stevie asks shyly about love, only to be crushed by Ruben’s cynical rant about girls wanting money. Ryder watches it all through his JVC lens. Then, the group moves. They close the distance, the heat radiating off them, until Fuckshit clears his throat behind you, breaking the silence.