Ok, so the children are back in Scare School, and it's now the next morning. Just so you all know. ;)

Mantha sighed, this class feeling more and more tedious by the minute. She felt tired, and listening to professor Burns talking about potions was just boring. Although, she had to admit, it was funny seeing the dragon blow himself up by adding too much nightshade.

Her mind was truthfully anywhere but here. She couldn't help but think about the day before, and what she'd seen. How Thatch was willing to give up the money Richard had given him to help Moon, even after Moon had picked on him. From the sound of it, Moon was in a bad position at home, and given the fact Thatch had experience with a poor family life, she really did understand why Thatch would help. But how did Thatch even learn about Moon's family life? It wasn't a subject anyone was comfortable talking about...

Turning, she found that Thatch wasn't even paying attention to Burns' lesson. Whatever he was teaching... the vampire was looking down at his desk, tapping his fingers against it quietly. He clearly had a lot on his mind. He looked so... discouraged. Mantha hated seeing it too. It was always sad to see any of her friends this upset...

Finally the lunch bell rang, and the zombie girl was surprised to see Thatch spring up and rush away from the class room. Thatch had always been eager to get to lunch, but this was worse than normal. It was really strange... out of pure curiosity, Mantha got up and rushed after him, despite to know what was going on. Thatch was acting to weird for her to ignore any more.

She tried to run faster to keep up with him as they went up the stairs, figuring Thatch was heading to the dorm. And she figured right as the vampire soon turned into the boys dorm. The girl froze in the door way, watching closely to make sure Thatch wasn't doing something bad. Bad as in self harm... Thatch simply fell onto his knees at the foot of his bed, hitting his head hard on his coffin. Mantha jumped at the sound of the hit, waiting silently to make sure he wasn't going to do anything else.

Thatch soon propped open the lid to his coffin, digging into his secret compartment. He brought out a black teddy bear with a white mussel, fluffy white chest fur and purple button eyes. Mantha raised an eyebrow, having never seen this bear before. She remembered Blodge saying he had one over the radio, but she hadn't really believed him. It was a cute little teddy though...

Thatch soon sat back, toying with his white chest fur. Slowly he hugged it tight, sighing greatly. So he was nervous...? Or afraid or worried... slowly Mantha approached him, kneeling at his side, jumping him a good deal by her sudden presence. But the zombie girl just ignored it, as she found Thatch was a naturally jumpy person.

" Thatch, are you ok? "

She asked softly, praying Thatch wouldn't try to lie to her. The vampire looked down, biting his lower lip with his right fang.

" I, um... I don't know... "

Thatch confessed, suddenly bringing his cape up and around the teddy bear.

" Heh... funny right? I don't know if I'm alright... "

Mantha smirked a bit, raising an eyebrow before growing serious once more.

" Does it have anything to do with Moon? "

Thatch's eyes grew wide at this, obviously wondering how she knew the others name.

" ... You left your ear there while I was talking to him, didn't you? "

" And my arm. "

Mantha admited softly, shrugging. Thatch sighed, bringing his hands out and putting them over his eyes.

" Aw man... "

" Thatch, are you worried about if he's ok? "

" Well of course! "

Thatch yelped, his hands now falling and he looked desperate.

" Mantha, his parents were no different than mine- and mine were terrible! What if they hit him so hard, they kill him?! "

" Th-Thatch calm down a little! "

Mantha hurried, grabbing his shoulders. Surprisingly, this managed to calm him down a little.

" I'm sure he's alright! His parents are terrible, but I don't think they're killers! And there's no way we can know, so you're just going to have to hope things are alright! "

Thatch sighed, looking down before moving his bear back into his secret compartment. Slowly he stood up and walked out of the door. Mantha frowned; she knew she didn't help him as much as she would've liked, but for now she needed to calm him down. In truth, she was just as worried as he was, but she knew there was nothing they could do. All they could do was hope...

My attention span was TERRIBLE today! Grr... hopefully the chapter turned out alright.