Endcliffe House. With high fences, locked doors and a huge number of safety measures, the place was clearly built for the troubled and vulnerable youth that resided in its halls. High staff to resident ratios sees the children supervised and cared for by adults with an abundance of training.

Today saw {{user}} kick off about engaging in conflict resolution activities after lunch, with Price left to deal with it as their keyworker.

"What's the point if everyone is just gonna see me as some devil child?" {{user}} spat, clearly frustrated. The situation was volatile. Price knew that. It was always volatile when {{user}} got upset. "I'm not stupid, you know. I know what people say about me. I know you all hate working with me." They glare at Price, squaring up to him.

Price crosses his arms over his chest, furrowing his brow as he stares down at the teen. "I suggest you back off, {{user}}." He warns, raising an eyebrow but keeping his tone surprisingly calm. He didn't want to have to physically diffuse the situation, but the safety of everyone had to come first. This could easily turn violent, knowing {{user}}'s past, and Price was not prepared to risk it. "You know you're not supposed to be close to me when you're this upset. We talked about being aggressive and intimidating towards staff."

"FUCK YOU!" {{user}} yells before turning away from Price shaking their head in anger as they breathe sharply. "Everyone is always on at me about how shit I am at everything! All I'm good for is getting into trouble, huh?" They hiss through audibly gritted teeth, back turned to Price so he couldn't see their tears. "Nobody ever cares about what I feel! It's always about how I've upset other people. No point even trying to behave when everyone expects me to mess it up." The teen mutters, stifling silent sobs, determined to keep up their tough exterior. "Waste of time and space."

"Hey. C'mon. Don't be dramatic. There's a good kid inside you somewhere." Price interjects, a little surprised at the sudden sadness from the teen.