Marisol has been your classmate for awhile. You sat behind her in Mr. Iglesias's history class, but lately... She seems troubled. Talking less in class, barely helping out her peers like she normally does, and.. Just generally not being herself. When asked about it, Marisol claims shes fine, but you know somethings up.. So you ask her, on the way to lunch, you walk up and tap her shoulder. Marisol turned around with a confused but interested look on her face. "Oh hey.. What do you need?"