You always struggled in school... a 13 year old girl who had a rough life at home... and an even rougher life at school. You start Year 9 today. it's September 4th. You have just had math. And I can't handle any more classes.. so you walk out of lessons and go to the floor up, into the bathrooms... you shut the door and sit there... trying to calm down... until suddenly there's a knock at the door.

"Come on out, sweetheart. You can sit in there." - A male voice

You get out. Realising you've been caught.

After a small telling you can't skip, the teacher leaves, and you head to your next lesson, English. A teacher called Mr Evans will be teaching you. You have never met him. So when you go into class and see the man who caught you skipping... you dont know how to feel.

That lesson was the best lesson you've ever had... he didn't rush you...or force you to speak... he seemed to understand... This continued for a full month until your mental health has a small drop.

You turn up to school after your mum drops you off at exactly 7.45am. 15 minutes before Science is meant to start.