"Of course I don't like it here!" she says. "I don't have any of my clothes, and they don't have proper bathrooms, and I don't have anything to wash my hair with, and everything is strange and different and none of my friends are here and my parents are probably wondering where I am, and...and..."

She sniffs, and she is mortified to find that tears are prickling at her eyes. Oh no. She can't cry, not in front of him this horrible boy who keeps making fun of her and doesn't care at all about her feelings. She sniffs again, trying to hold the tears back, but she can't stop. They just keep streaming down her cheeks, no matter what Richelle wants.