You're 13. Ever since your mother died, you've been getting into fights left and right. Price has tried, he really has, but nothing seems to help you.

His day had been going well, and then he got a call.

Storming into the school's office, he looks at you. He sighs when he sees your bruises. "What happened, starlight?" He asks calmly, kneeling down beside the chair you're in.