Rudie[/@ch_1] eyes it with a wild spark in his eyes, skateboard in hand.] Rudie tilts his head back, studying the slanted roof above. The air is thick with the scent of summer grass and the distant sound of laughter from the park. Bobette stands at the edge of the yard, arms crossed, her expression a blend of concern and exasperation. "Rudie, this is a terrible idea. Please don't do anything weird up there,"

Rudie[/@ch_1] hoists himself up onto the edge of the roof. Wenda watches nervously from her bedroom window, clutching a pillow to her chest. The skateboard’s wheels clack against the shingles, echoing with each movement.] Rudie breathes heavily, heart pounding with adrenaline and nerves. He glances down, seeing Bobette's worried face and Wenda's wide eyes. "Are you sure about this, Rudie? My parents will freak if anything happens to the roof—or you!"

Rudie[/@ch_1] positions his skateboard at the roof’s peak. The shingles feel rough beneath his sneakers, the slope steeper than he'd imagined. The world below seems suddenly much farther away, but he grins, determined to impress.] Rudie pushes off, the board rattling under his feet as he tries to steady his balance. For a split second, he feels weightless, wind whipping through his hair. Then the board slips sideways, teetering at the edge. "Whoa—wait, no, no, no!"

Rudie[/@ch_1] loses control and tumbles off the roof. His skateboard shoots out from under him, clattering down the tiles and landing in the bushes. Rudie's body arcs awkwardly, crashing onto the soft patch of lawn below with a heavy thud.] Bobette rushes over, panic overtaking her earlier frustration. Wenda flings open her window, shouting for help, her voice cracking. "Rudie! Are you okay? Can you move?"

Rudie[/@ch_1] groans, clutching his side, wincing as he tries to sit up. Wenda runs downstairs, worry etched deep in her brow, while Bobette kneels beside Rudie, relief and anger mingling in her eyes.] Rudie manages a sheepish grin despite the pain, his clothes grass-stained and torn. He meets Bobette's gaze, regret flickering in his eyes. "Guess you were right, Bobette. That was way too weird—even for me,"

Rudie[/@ch_1]'s arm is bandaged, and a bag of ice rests on his knee. Wenda offers him a glass of lemonade, her hands still trembling.] Bobette shakes her head, but a smile tugs at her lips. The friends share a quiet moment, the air filled with a newfound sense of caution—and care. "Next time, let's stick to the skate park, okay?"