Third person's P.O.V

Bloomville High's second-floor corner room hardly received people. It was created to be used as a staff lounge, but no one wanted to have to go that high before they could grab a free snack and hence its abandonment.

It was a reasonably large room painted in mustard yellow and decorated with colorful chairs matching the multi-colored counter. The place looked like a cross between a prison's visitation room and a playroom for toddlers.

Hidden behind the dreadful counter was a crying Rebecca. Her face was red and snotty as she balled her fists in her skirt, trying to stop the sobs that ran free from her....