Skyra decided it'd be a great idea to skip maths. She hated mathematics anyway, except for the few times it came in handy for her. Instead she enjoyed the nice midmorning sun shining on her face. Her ears twitches slightly listening to the various sounds of the wildlife around beacon. Lying on the grass like that a quiet purr emitted from her chest while she started to hum. After a while she started to sing to the tune she was humming.
It was an old song her foster mother used to sing to her when she got injured in a training battle. Slowly she took deep breaths of the fresh and clean Beacon air while singing that song. 
She didn't want to study Maths anyway, she'd rather learn some history or even poetry. One might not think of Skyra as a lover of the written art, but she really was. She had worked hard to keep her image as the tough girl on the block, but her foster parents, and as she heard her real parents, too, were heavily engaged in all kinds of different types of art, especially literature and poetry. Lying in the grass like this she because reminiscent of everything that happened in her past. To say life wasn't tough on her would be a big lie, but this attitude of hers helped her survive especially in regions of Remnant where girls, like she was, couldn't follow their dreams. To strike her down on this path of her, she let nothing stand in her way and that was just as she wanted it.
Slowly her eyes closed as Skyra continued to bathe in the sun, her ears still twitching regularly.