Christy looked at Professor Mao, she could tell she wasn't too happy. Christy had caught up in her notes and was racking her brain trying to remember, something about moving photos when somehting appeared in the board. 'Vannacutt?' She thought she had heard it before, but it was lost to her at the moment. She started to wish that someone would erase that so the class could move on, peacefully. "Or not..." Christy muttered to herself. |