I Am A Girl Crying At A Corner

Three nameless hallways later, I see a girl crying in a corner. To my surprise it’s Sandy. By the looks of it, she’s...pretty distressed. She’s not smiling, her hands are shaking, her hair is dishevelled and she looks like she hasn’t been sleeping too well. If I had to compare the Sandy today and the Sandy yesterday I wouldn’t think they were the same person. I don’t know how she got this way or why she’s not in class, but I don’t think she would want to answer that question if I asked her at this point. I guess I should probably go and cheer her up before a teacher hears her and she gets in trouble for skipping class. I’m probably going to get in trouble for skipping class too, but oh well.
When I approach her, she starts sobbing even louder. Did I do something wrong? I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I haven’t really talked to her since yesterday. She can’t blame me for not being there either. She was the one who disappeared on me the previous morning. In fact, that’s something I want to know. Where did she and Robb go that morning? Or more to the point, where did she go?
She obviously doesn’t look alright, but I’m not sure what to say so I ask, “Are you okay?”
She looks up at me as if I’ve asked a stupid question. Well, I guess it was, but it was meant to be rhetorical. I didn’t want to push her boundaries to pry for personal information. I’m not Amy.
“No, I’m not okay. My mom’s never home and never spends any time with us, my dad likes to gamble and our family’s