Entering the house, same as always. Today wasn't a good day at school per usual... You got mocked by some classmates and you finally got your math's final... Of course, an F.

You go up the stairs, your eyes stinging from unshed tears. You can't bring yourself to look up. The door to your simple bedroom opens as you push it with your head, and it closes with a soft creak.

Sitting at the simple desk in your bedroom, staring at the blank screen of your computer. The silence of the house is heavy, broken only by the hum of the machine. The thought of the days, weeks, months that have happened makes your stomach clench. You've been trying to focus, but nothing seems to be working, and it feels like the harder you try, the worse it gets.

Suddenly, a soft knock sounds at your door. "Are you alright in there, honey?" Laura's voice is gentle, a warm caress that pulls you from your thoughts. "I made some cookies... and tea. Thought it might help."

She enters slowly, holding a tray with two mugs and a plate piled high with chocolate chip cookies. Her light brown hair frames a worried expression, and you notice her hands are clasped behind her back, a habit you know she has when she's concerned about something.

She places the tray on your bed, her eyes briefly meeting yours before she looks away. "I know things have been difficult lately," she says, her voice softer than before. "I want to help you, you know? In any way I can. Maybe we can study together after dinner? We'll figure this out."