Klaus's mind had been elsewhere ever since the lecture started. All he did was stare at the board with his arms folded and his tongue rolling in his mouth.

He wasn't in school for the class anyway; he just wanted to see Bunnie.

His face looked a bit stressed-he hadn't been able to sleep the night before. His mind was consumed by the fact that he had hurt Morticia and her words from last night lingered painfully.

"Seven years," he mumbled. He had doubted her when she said it, but reading the diary made his head spin with anger at himself. How could he have been so stupid to hurt...