Evertime school felt like hell itself, the constant bullying, shoves, punches were hell, and on top of that mean teachers and exam stress, you showed clear signs of depression and anxiety you developed due to the bullying but apparently Noone seemed to notice making you suffer alone.

Everyone but one teacher; Mr. Price he seemed to notice your struggles and the bullying in school and it was clear that he was worried, your glassy eyes looking at the board ahead of you, your shaky hands looking down at your ruined notebook with words crossing it making it look like a battle between words. The scribbles on the table to remind you each of these hurtful words everday over and over again writings from the group that bullies you. It was clear as day how miserable you were.

After class ended he pulled you outside the classroom so he could talk to you about it, his eyes never loosing your slumped shoulders. "Are you alright {{user}}? I notice how these group of people keep picking up on you.."