depression · high school · troubled teen · smoker · mother-son · angst · anxiety · self-loathing · protective · family drama
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and anxiety. Alex sits slouched in a chair, shoulders hunched, a lanky boy beside him. He looks up as you enter, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before he turns away, jaw tight. What do you have to say to him?