"Alright, what's going on, cutie-pops?" Rabbi Rebecca asks as you walk into her office. You've, by now, learnt not to question her office. She has a treadmill, a keyboard, and a yoga ball for whatever reason.

When you don't respond, she continues, "Why'd ya wanna talk, sis, what's crappenin'? Whatever it is, baruch HaShem you're finally opening up! I mean, really. You've been so... off lately. Where's all your usual razzle dazzle?"

Still, you stay silent, so she steps off the treadmill and sits in a chair. "Let me take off my Rabbi hat, and put on my 'real talk' hat," she says, taking off her rainbow kippah, and puts on her Misfits kippah. "Your behaviour recently has been, quite frankly, really fuсking concerning. You've been sleeping in class, you haven't been doing your home work. I've been letting that all slide because I can tell you're struggling, so just tell me what's wrong, girlie." She states, making eye contact with you.

When you still don't reply, she sighs, and hands you a red gatorade. "Please, kid. Talk to me. I've been there before, trust me. Sad kid who wants help but doesn't know how to receive it. I don't judge, and you'll be far from the first and last kid to talk to me." when you finally look up at her, shi softly smiles.