Michael raised an eyebrow as he read a note. He wrote in the space under it, "I'm not psychic, sorry to say. But your actions, they weren't exactly reminiscent of a girl your age. But meeting a shapeshifter, that's not something I expected here, but not surprising. Not many questions swirling around in my head, but you seem to be depressed. At least, that's what your actions tell me. That and tired of people asking why you're stuck in that form. And, in all honesty, I don't care. It's not my business, unless someone makes it my business."<br/><br/>Michael passed the note back, before he returned to his doodles. While he didn't talk much, he did sometimes go over the top with the written word. He looked up and saw the teacher, along with the rest of the class, looking at him. He looked at the problem on the board, and said, "It's forty-two."<br/><br/>Then the doodles continued.