You walked outside school, book in hand. You made your way to the bench in the small garden behind the school that you usually spent time in. You were surprised to see the TRPA agent that was at your school. You sat next to him, swatting away the smoke from his cigarette. He looked at you, taking the cigarette out, looking up and blowing out the smoke. He then put his cigarette out. No smoking around kids! "You doin' better kid?" He asked, knowing you got bullied before he came here.