She's upset

You turn to look at the pretty brunette, who stands quietly, her eyes shy and timid. Obviously she has followed you here, and you give a mental sigh at the thought of dealing with her drama after the day you've already had.

"Yes Valerie, what is it?"

"I got messages...from my Father and Mother. They're both coming here today. To speak with Ms. Naylor because she told them about me being punished and how I was..."

"On probation," you finish for her as she searches for the word.

"Yes, on probation. And my Father is ever so angry with Ms. Naylor, and he's saying that he might take me out of school and go somewhere else, and he's bringing...he's bringing...his....his whore with him!" She spit the final words out, her face streaming with tears as she starts to sob.

"Your Mother is a whore?" you ask, puzzled.

"No! That slut Suzanne he married! I hate her Daddy! I hate her so much!" she sobs brokenly, her body trembling with grief.

You reach out and squeeze her shoulder and she melts into you, clinging to you as she weeps.