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	With a rough start to her day, Mila hoped that things would take a change for the better. However, fate could care less what someone wanted, and often it chose certain individuals to beat down upon. The lackluster performance on her math test would certainly not be the end of her day, as the next class came soon after. This time it was English. Not that difficult of a subject. Mila was used to writing papers of various formats. The problem came in the same way it had for the math class. An essay was due today and Mila had left hers at her apartment. Thankfully, the professor gave her until the end of the school day to get the paper to her office.

	Two classes in which she wasn't fully prepared didn't seem to be enough though. The very next class was for public speaking. The instructor for this class was known to be difficult. Nothing was allowed late, and the door was locked once classed started. Mila sat in her seat dreading the possibility that her name would be called to give her speech today. The young woman knew her content well, but she didn't have her PowerPoint which the professor put a lot of stock in. Watching the clock tick by, Mila started to feel that at least one of her classes would still have a high grade. However, with five minutes left, the instructor decided to call on one more student before their time was done. "Mila Ford, your turn."

	With a sigh, Mila hung her head. Of course, she'd not get out of this that easy. Walking to the front of the class she just hoped the lack of materials wouldn't tank her grade. [color=orange]"I don't have a PowerPoint, but I am ready to give my speech."[/color] The click of the professor's red pen seemed to ring in her ears, but she continued on at the prompting of the professor. Her speech went well for all intents and purposes. If she had the required visual aid, Mila would fully bet on receiving a 100 on the assignment. She knew though that a lack of anything was seen as a lack of responsibility to this teacher. After making it back to her seat, the class was promptly let out. Mila looked back at the clock and two things jumped out at her.

	As her nerves from today's mistake ate away at her, it seemed this caused her to go just a bit under time for the presentation. The second thing which caught her attention was an odd-looking crack across the face of the clock. Mila looked around the class but no one seemed to notice. Even the professor who was looking at the clock said nothing. She began to approach the man only for him to shoo her away. "Ms. Ford, I will not be taking any late hand-ins. The next class starts soon so I need you to go. If you have something to discuss with me, come find me during office hours."

	With an exasperated sigh, Mila left taking another look at the clock over her shoulder. Wierd. Maybe she had just not noticed it during the class, or, what was more likely, her tired mind was simply seeing things. At the very least, she had a few hours before her next class. Mila would be able to go home and be prepared for the rest of the day. For now, though, she really needed to find somewhere to rest. Her addled brain from a lack of sleep was making her see things. Wandering the halls she found a study room which was mostly vacant. There was a familiar figure laying his head down on one of the tables and a woman Mila vaguely recognized. Mila walked in just as the woman finished addressing the man who might have been sleeping. It seems Mila wouldn't be the only one coming to this room to relax. Politely waving to the woman and the guy who she now recognized as Barney, Mila made her way to a table a bit away from the other two. [color=orange]"I hope the two of you don't mind if I take a nap over here."[/color]

	Upon sitting down she noticed another weird crack in the table where she sat. It was small, barely noticeable. Mila put her hand on the crack to feel how oddly warm it was. She really must have been sleep-deprived. In an effort not to be rude, though, Mila looked at the other two waiting for their responses before taking a nap.