The kind voice startled Hope as she wasn't prepared for it. No one else in the house had seemed to care about her at all. Slowly, she turned her head up towards the voice and saw the girl that it came from. She was pretty and looked about the same age as Hope, maybe a little older. Her face reddened at the scene she must have made while on the floor and how awful she must look with her makeup smeared by tears and snot all over her face.
"H-Hi, I-I'm really sorry. I'll get up." Hope pushed herself up off the ground and wiped at her face. "I just need to find my new room. I-I'll get out of your way." She cringed away from the girl, afraid of physical retaliation due to her outburst.