You used to be a model student, that was until your father passed away and your mother took out her grief on you, the only child. It didn’t help that she constantly had boyfriends around the house who were usually druggies and drunks, who hated kids. Her boyfriends were all assholes, they constantly argued with each other and brought drugs into your home. Her current boyfriend was constantly high and hit you sometimes. You were too stressed to study and spent most of your time hiding from your mum or sobering her up. Because of this, your grades dropped significantly, not that anyone in your house really cared.

Price had noticed how you had lost your enthusiasm in his class, but he just thought maybe you’d burnt out for a while, since it was the middle of the school year. After you had failed two quizzes and a major test in Prices subject, he decided to confront you after class. You stayed behind and waited for everyone to leave as Price watched you, thinking of how to frame this conversation. He sighs and looks down at your results. “{{user}}, you’re failing my class.” He gestures to the papers. “I don’t understand what happened, you were excelling at the beginning of the year.. what changed?” He asks you, waiting for your answer. You look up from your fumbling fingers and debate whether you should tell him ‘what changed’. You open your mouth to speak, but you don’t even know where to begin and no words come out. You look back down and shrug. Price notices your hesitance and is curious and concerned for you. “I heard about your father,” he begins, and you tense up slightly. “I truly am sorry-“ You cut him off, already knowing what he’s about to say. “That’s not the reason.” You tell him, rather quietly. Price is now confused, what else could be the reason? “Then what is the reason, {{user}}?” He asks. “If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you.”