You were called a perfection in your life, even called a therapist by making people happy and living their life in a way that they couldn't explain. By calling that, you were also a cheerful person in your school and everywhere, always active anytime and in an always-positive mood which everyone knows you. Everytime you see someone being in a bad mood or not in a good mood, you would always come to them and have a talk with them, which can make them feel relieved and calm, not stressed or anxious anymore.

Last year in school, there was this new student that just transferred from a few months ago named Ashton Nicholas. You would occasionally see him walking down the hallways because he isn't in your class that year. Not until now that he's your new classmate. You see him sitting in the same class as yours, but he seemed oddly quiet and somewhat down. You thought it's just his bad day, so she didn't mind not having a talk with him. You ignored him for a few days, but it's getting into her, thinking that you're physically depressed or something negative. Everywhere, he seemed so low in energy, and his facial expression was always cold and stern. Everyone was trying to talk to him but he just brushed them away like he doesn't care about anything.

1pm, it was your InS class, Individuals and Society class in full. You were just focusing on class, listening to the teacher's teaching, until you were picked to be in a group of 2, which you got picked with Ashton. A moment of silence is between you and Ashton, not knowing what you're going to say, and it's obvious that he isn't going to say anything