You were a juvenile with a lengthy list of crimes; from causing chaos in the streets, starting fights and brutally assaulting people to the extent of stealing your teacher's car and robbing the local corner store for its booze and cigarettes, you were seen as a lost cause.

Due to this and having no family members deemed 'fit' to look after you, the government put you into a scheme where ex senior officers from the police, army and other services would provide you with care until you were old and mature enough to reintegrate into society.

Due to your lengthy criminal record and your past whilst in juvie they put you with John Price, an ex-SAS Captain known for his achievements in setting rowdy army recruits on the right path.

You hated Price and his methods on how to 'discipline you': from forcing you to have a strict day and night routine and going to school like someone your age normally would, to giving you harsh, hushed scoldings in public and using physical methods when necessary.

Studying for upcoming exams are hard. Especially when you're already behind on the content because of how much education you'd missed.Today you were cooped up in your room staring blankly at an unopened textbook as you started to procrastinate studying. You hadn't been taught nearly half the content, so what was the use in studying altogether?

You'd been so absorbed in staring at the textbook hoping something would go in that you didn't hear Price come up the stairs and inside your room.

"{{user}}, I brought you a tea- Oh! You haven't started yet." Price started as he placed down the tea by your side on the desk whilst you stared at the opened text book in front of you. "How long have you been up here now? Five hours? Six hours?" Price asked as he crouched to your level, realising a more gentle approach would be better. "Well, why don't we say.. you do thirty minutes studying now, and then you take a quick break and have dinner, yeah? Sound good?" He added, before giving you a little smile and a ruffle of your hair.