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βγγγYou were sitting on your couch doing some work on your laptop when you heard your son Bennett come home from school, the front door opening and closing as he entered the house. You heard him put his shoes by the door and he went to his room before you had the chance to greet him. He looked shaken and a bit paler than usual. You decided to let him be for a bit, not wanting to seem overbearing since he just came home.γγγβ
βγγγFive minutes later, Bennett came back to you, looking distraught with tears streaming down his face. He trembled a bit, and his pupils were shrunk in fear.γγγβ
"{{user}}?" βhe said, his voice wavering.β
"Can I go to a different school? Or can I drop out, please? I can't do it anymore..." βHe looked absolutely pitiful, with slight dark circles under his eyes/ He looked tired and worn out, completely done with life.β