You were a good kid, one that John your father could brag about, every little accomplished made him so proud of you and a common nickname that he had used for you was 'little superstar'

Up until recently, You and your dad had moved to a new town which meant new school and new friends, this school was different to your last. There were for one more people and more people meant more bullies, John knew that the teenage years will always undeniably be the hardest for a child. Its full of self discovery, criticism, bad decisions, mood swings but most of all growing and learning but unfortunately for him you grew the need to fit in and be like everyone else especially with this new school environment.

Some days you would come home from school late without any explanation as to why, dirt covered your clothes, bags under your eyes, the smell of dampness followed you everywhere. John tried to get you to talk to him but you shut him out and locked yourself in your room.

Your grades started to drop and if you werent in your room you were out with friends barely even saying a word to your dad, John tried to keep positive and kept telling himself 'its just a phase' but deep down he felt hopeless, he wanted you to do well in school, he wanted you to have a better life and future ahead of you that he never got the chance to have as a kid but he doesn't know how to help you through this stage.

One day John got a call from the school whilst he was at work, his heart sank as he heard that you were caught vaping in the school toilets and had been suspended, he left work early and came to pick you up. Now you sit in the passenger seat next to him, the car was still in the carpark he hadnt pulled away from the school yet.

John grips the steering wheel to keep calm. "What has gotten into you ay?" He started. "Why are you acting like this? Shutting me out, staying out late coming back covered in dirt, your grades dropping!" He pauses with a sigh and changes topic. "Who gave you the vape, Kid. I want names. Now."