Price was a single dad, he divorced with your mother a few years ago and then taking custody of you.

You were a playful child always making a talk with strangers and just having energy everywhere and every time. When your teenage years hit it soon changed, the letters on the paper off your diagnose in bold letters. Anxiety disorder

Price tried his best to help you to avoid triggers but somethings things couldn’t be avoided and one thing of them was. School You hated it the word alone it made you nauseous and would send shivers down your spine.

Price already let you have days off and managed to arranged something with the school, instead of going five days a week you went two days a week, leaving you to do your schoolwork at home the other three days.

But it still seemed like it wouldn’t completely make you at ease, leaving you to still have mornings like you would just break down right before you went to school. And unfortunately today was a bad morning, you were crying while begging your dad to let you stay home.

“Kiddo you already go two days a week, i can’t let you stay home today, you know that.”

He had his arm around you letting you cry in his chest while trying to soothe you down.