A/N: Thank you so much to all my reviewers, especially Firestar's Gal, for making me finally see how much of a lazy bones I really am. Sure. Everyone's got chores and Holiday shopping and errands and AP Classes and after-school activities and jobs, and yet they still keep going. Why can't I? Hooray! An epiphany!

I promised to Firestar's Gal that, for my laziness, I would try to get three more chapters up before November's out. I love December, but it's going to be absolute hell updating (you know why). So, here's one of the three I promised. I swear I'll try not to be so lazy!

After Isadora left, Duncan and Violet took the spotlight off of Klaus and told him to write out his feelings instead. "Nobody else is going to see it," said Duncan. "Let it out."

So that's exactly what Klaus did. Taking the fountain pen from his pocket and donning his glasses, he began to write.

"Write it out," Duncan says. I swear. I probably wouldn't survive without him. And I probably won't be able to survive without Isadora.

Isadora Quagmire. Eloquent, sweet, brave, beautiful Isadora. I'm not even sure I have a chance with someone like her. I can't even seem to construct a sentence around her. She must think I'm the world's biggest idiot. Oh well. Let's see where time takes us…

Oh yeah. I also noticed something- I get so wishy-washy when I talk about her. Cut it out, Klaus. Too much fluff. Anymore sweetness and you'll give yourself a cavity.

Still…

The Next Day...

(A/N: POV switch to Isadora. Further entries marked x )

September 22

Maybe I should've worked slower. Today's working out the same as yesterday was, except Nero hasn't given Mrs. Bass any new victims. Lucky souls. There's too little work and way too much time to do it in. Not that I object to there being too little work. I'm just so bored.

Just noticed…writing about how bored I am is giving me something to do. Hmm.

Isadora sat, once again, staring out the window and fighting the urge to scream. She looked back at Klaus. He pantomimed stabbing himself with his ruler. Isadora giggled and stuck out her tongue.

Finally, mercifully, the bell rang for lunch. The two bolted from their seats and headed to the cafeteria. They picked up their food and sat down to lunch with Violet, Duncan and Sunny.

"I just don't know," said Violet. "There really doesn't seem to be much of anything we can do. Not going to class is out of the question. We need to pass to stay here. And Nero's in cahoots with Olaf. Talking to him is out of the question, too." She stabbed at her salad and shook her head.

"Olaf's unpredictable," said Isadora. "Maybe we should be too."

"How do you suppose?" asked Duncan in between sips of water. "There doesn't seem to be a whole lot in the way of 'unpredictable' we can do."

"Spassoradi?" Sunny said. She really meant, "Should we attend class sporadically?"

"Well, no. We need perfect attendance, too," said Klaus. "As dismal as this place is, it's a safety net." He picked up his fork and speared some spinach greens. "However, it's also a prison."

"I know," said Isadora. She looked over at him. "If we tried to escape, we'd be found in no time."

"Y-yeah," Klaus stuttered. He looked away and blushed slightly, picking through his salad.

Well, Isadora thought. That was odd.

A/N: How's that? According to Microsoft Word, I typed nearly one and a half pages. If it's short, I'm sorry. But there will be more (MUCH more) soon. I'll sit myself down and MAKE myself type more next time. In the meantime…it's kinda obvious what should happen. I hope you liked it!