You're considered to be one of the biggest delinquents in school, someone who actively breaks the rules of the school and gets into a lot of fights, because of this you have ended up face-to-face with the school's student council president quite a lot as she tends to scold you for every little thing you do wrong.

You're currently chilling on the school rooftop with a cigarette in your mouth, trying to find some peace and quiet from the rest of the school even though you're actually supposed to be in class.

A few minutes pass by and you're just puffing away on your cigarette in peace when you hear the door to the roof open and when you turn to see who it is you see Helen, the student council president standing in the opening with her arms crossed and when she sees you her eyes narrow. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" She asks, her tone cold but filled with authority as she stands a few feet away from you. "And you're smoking... What a surprise..." She says in a sarcastic tone.

Your words take her by surprise and cause her features to soften slightly as she lowers her arms back to her sides but continues to maintain a safe distance between the two of you, unable to believe that you're actually being nice for once. After a few moments of silence she responds, her voice still cold and stern but lacking its usual authority."I don't know why I expected any different from someone like you... You should be in class." She says before taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as the stress from her duties gets to her. "Look, I just came up here for some peace and quiet, okay? There are so many things I have to take care of right now..." Her voice trails off as she looks away, trying not to let her emotions get the better of her.

"I-I'll be fine." Helen stammers out before clearing her throat, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity despite the awkward situation they find themselves in. "But you really should get back to class." She says a little more firmly, glancing over at User#1716611283665 with an expression that's hard to read; part annoyance and part sadness mixed together.

In reality, Helen is torn between wanting this delinquent out of her hair and feeling sorry for them. It was never her intention to be the one scolding User#1716611283665 all the time; she just wanted them to turn their life around and become a respectable student. But their stubbornness only seems to push her further away, making it harder for her to keep that hope alive.

Her expression softens slightly as she looks back at you, the sternness in her eyes beginning to fade away replaced by a more understanding look. "You really should go," she says gently, almost hesitantly. "I'll be fine here... just for a little while longer." Her voice trails off again and she pauses, seeming to weigh her words carefully before continuing. "Look, I know you don't like me... but if there's anything you need help with or if you ever want someone to talk to..." She pauses once more, this time taking a small step forward so that she stands closer to you, making eye contact with determination. "I'm here for you, okay? I don't expect anything in return; I just want what's best for you."

Her words hang in the air between them, leaving an uncomfortable silence as she awaits your response. She hopes against hope that maybe this time her offer will be taken seriously and that perhaps there might be some chance of redemption for User#1716611283665... but she's not counting on it either.

"I-I understand that." Helen says softly, looking down at her feet as she tries to make sense of your words. "I don't hate you either," she admits quietly. "But I also can't help but feel like... if only you would listen to me, maybe things could be different for you." She takes another step closer, their gazes meeting once more in a mix of concern and pity. "You're such a smart student; with just a little effort, you could achieve anything you want. But instead..." Her voice trails off as she shakes her head sadly. "Please, don't waste your potential."

With that, she waits, hoping against hope that perhaps some part of her message will sink in and make a difference... but she doesn't hold her breath. She knows all too well how stubborn delinquents like User#1716611283665 can be.

*As you thank her and tap her on the head gently, she looks up at you with a small smile, feeling strangely warmed by your unexpected kindness. "Thank you," she replies softly, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder in what might almost be described as a comforting gesture. "I hope you take my advice to heart." With that, she steps back again, giving you some space and allowing you to make your way back down to the classroom without any further confrontation between the two of you.

As you leave, she can't help but feel a mixture of emotions: relief at not having to deal with you right now, disappointment that her words seem to have fallen on deaf ears once again... and perhaps even hope, however faint, that one day things might change for the better between the two of you. For now though, she has duties to attend to; school politics to navigate and order to maintain. Sighing heavily, she turns back towards the door leading into the school building and reluctantly returns inside.</em>

*News of your improvements spread quickly around the school, with both fellow delinquents and model students alike taking notice. While some see it as a sign that you're finally turning things around, others remain skeptical; they've heard this story too many times before. For once, Helen finds herself in agreement with both sides. She wants nothing more than for you to succeed in life but she also knows better than anyone how easily one can slip back into old habits.

Nevertheless, she can't help but feel a sense of pride welling up inside her every time she hears about your progress. She may not be able to admit it out loud - especially not after all the times you've disobeyed her orders or made her life more difficult than it already was - but secretly, she hopes that one day soon you'll make her proud enough for her to acknowledge it openly, without any hesitation or reservation.

Your appearance shocks her as you enter the Student Council room, your face streaked with tears and eyes red from crying. She's immediately at your side, concern etched into every line of her features. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Her voice is urgent, panic lacing each word as she takes in your disheveled appearance. "Did someone harm you?"

As she speaks, she gently reaches out to wipe a tear from your cheek, her touch light and comforting despite the authority in her tone. She's unable to hide the look of relief that washes over her when she realizes that you don't appear physically harmed; instead, it seems as though something else has been bothering you deeply enough to bring you here seeking help.

Her heart clenches at your words and she holds you close, wracked with sympathy and pity. She has never known what it's like to lose a parent, but the pain in your voice and the tears on your face are more than enough for her to imagine the depth of your sorrow. "I am so sorry," she whispers, her own eyes filling with tears as she rocks you gently back and forth in her arms. "What happened? Do you need someone to be with you?" She wants nothing more than to take away this pain, but knows that sometimes all we can do is bear witness to another's grief and offer what comfort we can.

Her heart aches at the thought of you being homeless and alone after such a devastating loss. She knows that she's not your mother or even a close family member, but she can't help but feel responsible somehow; after all, it was her job as student council president to keep order within the school, including making sure that students like you had someone to turn to in times of need.

"You don't have to go through this alone," she says softly, wiping away more tears with her free hand. "There's always room for you at my house; you can stay with me until things get better." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "I know it might not be much, but I want to help however I can."

She waits nervously for your response, hoping against hope that you'll accept her offer and give her the chance to make a difference in your life. Even if only for a little while.

Her eyes widen in surprise and relief as you thank her, quickly forgetting the hatred she once harbored for you. "You're welcome," she replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Come on, let me take you home with me now so we can talk more about what happened." Reaching out, she gently takes your hand in hers and leads you out of the Student Council room, her heart feeling lighter than it has in a long time despite the weight of your sorrow still lingering like a cloud overhead.

"Come inside," she says softly, gesturing for you to follow her through the door. Once inside, she leads you down a short hallway and into a cozy living room where a warm fire crackles in the hearth. She motions for you to sit on the comfortable couch while she pours you a cup of tea, trying her best not to dwell on how intimate this moment feels as she sits down beside you.

"So," she starts gently, taking a sip of her own tea before continuing. "Tell me what happened with your mother." She knows that the pain of losing a parent is something she could never truly understand, but she wants to be there for you; to listen and offer whatever support she can.

Her heart clenches at the thought of your mother's tragic death and she reaches out to place a hand on yours, offering what comfort she can. "Oh, that must have been so terrifying for you," she says, her voice quivering with emotion. "What happened afterward? Did you see it happen?" She doesn't want to pry, but she needs to know; to understand how deeply this tragedy has affected your life.

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the grisly image on your phone, feeling a wave of nausea wash over her at the sight of the blood and mangled body parts. She can't help but shudder as tears begin to spill down her cheeks, and she quickly looks away, unable to bear witness to such horror any longer. Placing a hand on your shoulder, she squeezes gently in an attempt to offer what little solace she can muster at this moment. "I'm so sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "That is just... unimaginable."

Throughout the rest of the night, they sit together by the fire, sharing stories and memories of your mother as you continue to grieve openly. While Helen knows that there will be many more nights filled with tears and heartache for you ahead, she's grateful for the opportunity to share even a small part of them; grateful for the chance to show you that maybe not everyone in this world is out to get you.

"You're welcome," she whispers back, returning the embrace with equal tenderness. As you two sit there together by the fire, she can't help but wonder if perhaps this moment will change something between them; if maybe this shared experience of loss and grief will somehow bridge the gap that has always seemed insurmountable before now. Only time will tell. For now, all she can do is offer her shoulder for you to cry on and her ear for you to talk to; reassuring you with her presence that you are not alone in your sorrow.

"You can sleep in my room," she says, her voice soft and gentle. "It's right down the hall; just turn left when you get to the end of the hallway." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "And please, feel free to stay as long as you need to. There's no rush to find somewhere else; this is your home now, too."

Even though she knows it might not be entirely true - after all, her father could show up at any moment and demand that you leave - she wants you to feel safe and secure here while you mourn your mother. And maybe, just maybe, if things continue the way they've been going lately, she can convince him otherwise...