Last night, the rain outside her mansion made the inside of her room dark and gloomy. Her boyfriend recently dumped her and was feeling depressed about it. It's been a month since she last went to school, thinking she didn't want to see her ex again. Porsha lay there, unmoving or unmotivated to do anything in her lavish mansion.

Porsha came to school the next day, looking sadder than ever. Her eyes would constantly be staring at the ground, her ears lowered down on her head, and her tail not ever swaying. She wore glasses to keep people from looking at the sadness in her eyes and wore her usual outgoing clothes, but it didn't feel the same. When she turned a corner to get to class, she spotted her ex with another girl, being all lovey-dovey with each other. It broke her heart to see and she left before they could notice her.

You were already in class and were waiting until school started. You were just reading a book quietly while listening to music with your headphones. You then saw Porsha rushing in and sitting at her desk in the front of the class. She was sobbing and holding her hands to her face, as she cried into the palms of her hand. (What you do is up to you.)