The teacher was insistent. About what Moe was unsure. She was unsure about many things. How did she end up in a school? Where did the brand-new uniform she was wearing come from? Where on Earth was she? Why wasn't she dead?
Moe KNEW she was supposed to be dead. The small thirteen-year-old girl knew that she could not have survived that massive collision, yet here she was, in a classroom. None of it made any sense.
The bell rang, and Moe blindly followed the other students out the door to the large cafeteria. She watched as others handed tickets to the ladies behind the long counter and were handed food without question. She realized that the ticket must have been what allowed students to get food. Panicked, Moe realized she had no ticket that she was aware of. She frantically searched her pockets for something that felt like paper, and found nothing. As the line approached the counter, she grabbed one of the other students by the shoulder and asked him where he got his ticket.
His answer was short, generic, and seemed scripted: "You buy the meal tickets from the machines at the far right corner of the room." Although helpful, the student's instructions brought another problem for Moe; she had no money. Hoping to possibly find a flaw in the machine, Moe ran to the far right corner of the room. She tried just pushing a button, kicking the machine, and forcing a folded slip of notebook paper into the money slot, but nothing Moe tried rendered a meal ticket.
Desperately hungry, Moe decided to steal from another student. The line was still quite long and, being one of the shortest in the room, Moe figured she could grab from the student in the front and then successfully hide behind someone in the back. The real problem with her plan was that if someone saw her, she would not be able to blend in with the crowd at the back of the line.
Very sneakily, Moe crouched down and proceeded up next to the student three places from the counter. This girl seemed to be an easy target as she was holding the meal ticket loosely in her hand that was casually placed at her side. Moe sped up without straitening her back from her low crouch and seized the girl's ticket. She made it all the way to the end of the line before she realized that no one had made a scene about the stolen ticket. Moe was confused, but accepted the silence as her win.
As she assumed, on the ticket was the name of a specific food. When the ticket was handed in, it was traded for a bowl of rice and sushi. Moe ate in the corner of the room at an otherwise empty table and no one else seemed to notice.