{ she laughs at my dreams, but I dream about her laughter .

Grumbling indwardly, Blake stared down at the jumbled mass of numbers and symbols in her textbook that meant close to nothing to her. Math had never been her strong subject, and now that she was a senior, it seemed that it was constantly in her brain, tearing at her like a starving dog. Or something. She honestly had no idea why she'd decided to take Calculus. Pre-Calculus had been enough of a nightmare last year, but her mother always managed to talk her into things. The way things were going, Blake would be a lawyer in no time at all. Just like her mother wanted.

Blake scowled down at her notebook and the Calculus book, wishing they would just disappear. They wouldn't, of course. Blake was seated on wooden bench that was starting to feel very solid now that she had been sitting there awhile. There had been no point in dressing up to do homework on a Saturday, so Blake was wearing a simple pair of Seven jeans and a deep blue blouse from Prada that fell halfway down her thighs. It was actually a dress, but in her opinion it looked much better with jeans. Sequined white flip-flops adorned her feet, matching the tiny studs in her ears. Her hair, she had done nothing with, and it fell around her shoulders in soft waves.

Reaching into her brown and pink bag sitting at her feet, Blake pulled out her iPod and jammed the headphones into her ears, hoping that maybe music would help her concentrate. No such luck. The last song she had been listening to only reminded her of her psycho ex-boyfriend. Giving up on her homework for a moment, Blake toggled her iPod until it played one of her favorite songs, and she leaned her head back on the bench, closing her eyes. She didn't think that it might be a little odd for anyone to see her, apparently asleep, on a bench in the courtyard. Blake rarely thought about such things.