Rhoda met the girls in the cafeteria thirty minutes later.
Vicky looked at her but said nothing. Her eyes were a little red, it seems she has been crying and this isn't the best place to start asking questions.
After their meal, they still had about twenty minutes before the lesson begin, so Rhoda begged Vicky to accompany her to the Principal's office.
The moment Mrs. Jefferson saw them, she was taken aback. She sat upright and placed one leg on the other as she looked at the girls coming in. She had been meaning to call Vicky in fit a talk but didn't know how to.
"Good Morning, Mrs. Jefferson" the girls greeted.
For some reason, the Principal finds it offensive when she is addressed as Ma'am.
"How may I help you? Don't you have classes?" Her gaze rested on Vicky for a brief moment before shifting it to the others.
"I'm here to file a complaint" Rhoda stepped forward.
"On?"
"My dorm mate; Julian."
