Diane hadn't signed up for this. She had signed on for the trip raffle and won it with every intention of a good time, and getting her kids to learn some stuff about Yellow Stone. Did you know that it was Teddy Roosevelt who made the first national parks? Miss Bright had ensured that her children had known about it, but now...That information couldn't help them in the least. Diane reached up, running her hands through her hair, eyes wide. Wide and wet, a few tears beginning to make their way down her face. People were arriving. One who had seen them and come to help, while others were more content to just...mingle! Didn't they...? Diane shook her head. She raised a hand to the first one who came up to help, something she did with her own children. She could handle herself and her own discussions.

Diane took a deep breath, before she focused on the man who'd come up. "[color=gold]Children...in the cabins...My class...[/color]" Diane shivered, her hands becoming shaky as it was all starting to settle in on her head. Her kids...Diane glanced back to the cabins, before she shakily reached into her bag, and pulled out a small pill bottle. She unscrewed the cap...before dumping three into her hands. Small, simple, green and orange pills. She popped them, and swallowed, before putting it away. The girl stood there, taking a few deep breaths. "[color=gold]They...seem to all be...dead...[/color]" Diane shivered on her feet, beginning to slowly lower herself onto her ass, and pull her knees up to her chest. She gave out a short, sharp, humorless laugh. "[color=gold]They're parents...are going to be pissed...[/color]" Diane shivered, before she tugged out a notebook and pen, and began to doodle. Blocking out everything around her, and just doodling suns.

Everyone had a coping method. This was Diane's.