Moka sat and swung her feet at the table, she couldn't touch the floor for being so short. But if she was her actual form she be able to touch the floor. She looked up at the teachers and then turned her back to the can of tomato juice she was sipping on. The inner Moka was screaming, -How could you just sit there when that guy was the one who beat you?- Moka answered back in her mind. -Because I'm not like you.- the inner Moka shut up.