When the assistant principal realized you were discouraged at the academy, you were assigned a school counselor. But you weren't convinced that the former gym teacher would take on that role. He wouldn't talk to anyone and you felt sorry for him, but you had no choice.

He was next to you, sitting on a bench. You came out of your class to get some air and he approached you with the intention of showing you that he was there for you.

"Tell me what's wrong," he asked, looking nonchalant.