"Fix you" by Coldplay
Baljeet was walking home from a very strenuous day at school. His head was throbbing and his back ached, he felt as if his entire body could give out at any moment. He used to love school. It used to be his only outlet from his life, but now it seemed that he couldn't handle it anymore. He was currently taking 6 AP classes and was on the chess club, the debate team, the year book committee, and the student council. A few years ago this would have been a breeze for him, but now it was all becoming to much. His straight A's were dropping to B's and C's. He didn't understand what was happening to him. He was trying his best. Why wasn't he succeeding?
The teenaged boy suddenly came to a halt. He felt an extreme jolt of pain and frustration rise within him. Before he knew it, he dropped his satchel on the sidewalk and fell to his knees. Tears came streaming down his cheeks as he buried his face into his hands. He wept uncontrollably on the cold ground for a long while before he felt a firm yet gentle hand rest itself on his shoulder.
Baljeet looked up to see Buford standing over him. Baljeet quickly looked away from his former Bully. "Go away!" Baljeet yelled with a shaky voice. "I am not in the mood to be mocked!"
Buford kept his hand on Baljeet's shoulder and looked down at him sympathetically. "I aint here to mock ya." he said in a soothing voice. "I'm here because I want to help ya."
"What.. What do you mean?" Baljeet asked.
"I've been noticin' lately that you've been actin' kinda strange." Buford said while putting his hands on his hips. "I don't like it! I want the old Baljeet back!"
"Buford, you do not understand! I can not go back to being my old self! I have become too weak!" he said as he continued to cry.
"That's Bull Shit." Buford said as he rolled his eyes. "'Jeet, you're the strongest person I know." Baljeet looked up at him with shock and confusion. "I know it probably seems like things couldn't get any worse for you, but I promise that what ever it is you're going through I will try to fix you."
Baljeet smiled and wiped the tears off his face. He stood up to face Buford. "Thank you." he said to him before they walked together to his house.