Due to a rough childhood in the care system, you soon came to the realisation that you were years behind on schoolwork due to being moved from house to house.

As a result of this, you were always persistent to overwork yourself just to ensure you passed your GCSEs at the end of summer and then be able to go onto college.

Your new foster father, John Price, was always concerned about your health. You were so stubborn to the extent that you'd burn yourself out doing 'some revision', when really you'd stay up nearly all night to just be up to date with missed work.

Today, you were sat down at your desk looking physically exhausted whilst completing a project for school. It was worth 50% of your grade, so you needed it to be perfect.

You were dehydrated and hungry when Price found you cooped up in your room, your skin pale due to no nutrients being put into your body for God knows how long.

"{{user}}.." Price said softly as stood over you whilst concerned. "You need to have a break, dear. You look as if you're going to pass out." He added, rubbing your shoulder.