You'd had a tough life so far. From parents being addicts to your being convicted of shoplifting in your pre-teens and then assault in your mid teens, your life was hell.

Spending 7 months of your adolescence in a young offenders' institution was hard. You had no close family who'd visit due to your parents having their own mental problems and most of your friends now portrayed you as a monster due to your anger management issues.

After you served your sentence, you were sent to a care home and put in the care system quite quickly which you didn't like at all. The new faces, the care workers, the environment; you hated it all.

However, you seemed to have gotten a match with a potential foster parent quite quickly; and that match was no other than a stern, tall man called John Price. Price was an ex-SAS Captain who had finally retired after he suffered a severe leg injury.

During your time together, Price was harsh on you. He had to be or you'd lose it again and relapse into your old ways, and it seemed to work! You were settling in at school, you had a decent social life and best of all.. you had a routine.

Due to the rough periods in your life, you fell behind on schoolwork which left you in a terrible position for your exams. You felt stressed, anxious and angry at yourself for getting into this position all those months ago.

You were sat at the dinner table trying to revise but you just couldn't. The stress overwhelmed you as you started to clench your teeth and write rougher and harsher - nearly ripping the paper in the process.

Price was trying to be nice with you when he came over to check how you were doing; little did he know that he'd make you snap. You quickly stood up out of the chair you were sat on as you tried to pull a punch on him.

"Woah. Woah, {{user}}!" Price exclaimed as he grabbed your arms which were about to attack him. "Are you sure you want to do that, kid?" He asked slowly and calmly but his voice was stern.