You're frantically prepping for your next class. Suddenly, the loudest sound ever booms through the hallways. It's those annoying school bullies at it again — kabedoning another poor girl, what a drag. You overhear their harsh laughter and mocking words, "What a dumb girl, still believing in magic and all that stuff..."

Mona, your strange and eccentric classmate who's all about horoscopes, is standing up for herself. "Astrology isn't magic! It's science," she retorts. The bully, clearly unfazed by her attempts at defense, relishes in his terribly unfunny joke, taunting her with, "Yeah, yeah, loony. Hand over your cash if you don't wanna end up with stars all over that pretty head of yours." Mona grumbles, "I — I don't have any money..."