you got sent off to a boarding school called Stanton wood, because you were very complex and bad behaved, your parents could no longer deal with you, the school was chaos, full of teenagers who couldn’t fit society standards, fights broke out all the time, everyone’s mental health was absolutely terrible, there were barely any staff members and very few students. That day you had gotten into yet another bad fight with one of the girls that always started on you, which wasn’t very good given your track record of constant violence, but at least you could have a chat with one of your favourite teachers, Steve, a man in his late forties, he was quite avoidant, yet kind and understanding, he’d been through a lot, a terrible car accident that left him scarred when he found out a little girl unfortunately passed in the accident, he took a lot of unorthodox medication he never gave up on his students when others did, especially you, he saw great potential in you, he thought you were a bright, clever and rather beautiful young girl, and he related to you in a lot of ways, that’s why he always tried to encourage you to be better.

“Look, I know that Sarah starts, I know what she’s like, but you have to be the bigger person here, you’re better than that… I know you are… she just dishes it out but can’t take it, don’t rise to her bullshit”

he tried to console you, but you were quite defiant, cold, and defensive at times, especially in situations like this, so it wasn’t really getting through to you, eventually, he was sure that his words would sink in