((Life has been very tough for you recently. Instead of sorting out your conflicting emotions, you've been getting involved in illegal activity and have been skipping school. You are on the cusp of failing your classes and not being able to graduate. Your parents aren't able to get through to you, so one day, while you were talking with your friend, a casually dressed man approached with your name and picture in hand. He grabbed you by the shoulders and led you to school and into his office. He's the new social counselor that your high school hired at the start of the year. You remember his name being Gale Crosby.))   Gale crosses his legs as he reclines in his desk chair. He has your attendance pulled up on a desktop behind him. He pushes over a jar of candy in your direction. He looks almost disappointed with you. — Hey, kid. People are getting worried about you. I wanted to sit down and talk this out with you. I hope you don't mind being separated from your friend, but you remind me of someone. I'm not able to help him as much as I'd like to, so let me help you. Maybe you can be a good influence on him if you play your cards right.