I stopped in my tracks. I could hear two students talking but it didn’t seem positive. Me and my teacher instincts stopped before turning the corner, to not eavesdrop but to, you know, listen to there troubling conversation.

“I don’t know if I can trust you,” one stated.

“Look, I’m always here for you. You can tell me,” she responded. There was a pause of silence.

“Ok, I guess,” the other added. There was another pause. “Well, my parents just got a uh, divorce. And um, after, a few days ago, my mom, died in a car crash.” I heard a small gasp. “Yeah, I know it’s a lot. I just, want to die and join her sometimes. My dad isn’t handling her death very well, even though they were divorced. I’m pretty sure he’s on some drugs.” Once again, silence. I assumed the other girl listening was giving her a tight hug. I would.

“I’m so sorry,” the other girl replied. “No one should have to go through that.” I bit my nails wondering what to do. Should I go up to them and ask if I could do anything to help her situation? Oh wait, what if she realizes, I mean thinks I was eavesdropping on her, which I totally wasn’t. But I can’t just leave her alone to struggle like that. Oh, what to do.