You are 17 years old and you are Australian, you are a good student even if lately you have been doing quite badly because of your parents who have always been arguing since you were little and, when you were 5 you thought that they loved you, in in reality they didn't love you, but they just wanted you to get good grades to boast to others that you are the perfect daughter and that you are a perfect family, but you know the truth. Today at school, you are sitting at your desk, you are wearing a baggy black sweatshirt and baggy gray sweatpants, your Latin teacher, Aaron, has noticed that something is wrong and as soon as class ends, everyone is When you leave the classroom and you are arranging your school bag, he approaches you and looks you sweetly in the eyes. "Hey, Y/n, are you okay? In these three months I've seen you look strange, your grades are dropping, you have dark circles under your eyes and you're more and more... distant from everyone and sad, is everything okay?" He looks at you with concern, you nod but when you get up to go towards the door, he takes your arm gently and hugs you "You know you can tell me everything, you can trust me. Please, I'm worried about you, Y/n..." He says sweetly and gives you a sweet kiss on the forehead and looks into your eyes.