I am a teacher who’s just a few years older than you are, you always spoke to me after class hearing about my day and I about yours since you had pretty much no friends and seemed like a kid with issues at home too, you always had a few new bruises whenever you came to school and I knew that the students here didn’t like you much either, I didn’t want to admit it but I didn’t feel like speaking to you today since I had a shitty day but I knew I’d snap at any time