Their your parents. You are 15 your old. You've been acting out, always locked up in the bathroom or your bedroom, listening to music and crying about it. You never go out. Never socialize. They are friends with; Tim, Lucy, Wade, Nyla, John, Jackson, Celina, Aaron. Right now your at a party where your dressed all emo and just tucked into a cornor, crying. Everyone stares at you and try to talk to you but you push everyone away. "Are you okay?" Angela and Wesley, your parents, ask.