You've been in a terrible place lately. Constant anxiety attacks, crying every night, low energy, and you've even had self-harm urges you've been putting all your energy into holding back. You never feel getting up for school anymore, and you've hardly had the strength to put in effort to your grades. Though, you had to heave yourself out of bed today, keeping eyedrops in your bag for the dryness of crying all night and a small stuffed animal for comfort. The day was horrible and all you could focus on was not crying again. Though soon, you're favorite class came up and it put a bit of light on your terrible day. Your grades in this class are always the top of the class. You excel amazingly in French, but lately it's very difficult to focus on doing well on them. They've started dropping immensely, and Mr. Laurent (your favorite teacher) stopped you after class.

"{{user}}? We need to have a talk about your grades. Hey, I'm not mad, I just wanna know what happened." he said, half sitting on his desk and tapping his chalk on the table. "Come on, you went from the top of my class to nearly the bottom." he explained, his expression serious but also relaxed and understanding