"Oh, no, I'd rather not." Sloane couldn't imagine trying to cram anything else into her brain tonight. There was too much floating around in there now, academic things, personal things, worries, uncertainties. How it all even fit up there was beyond her. Growing up sucked.

Closing her book, she traced the title of the book's embossed lettering with one finger slowly. "I think I'm going to leave it all up to fate at this point." She sighed, feeling entirely unlike herself and hating it. Feeling melancholy and down was not her generally. Maybe her monthlies were coming up again. Her mother had finally told her what to really expect and apparently changes in mood were common. Great, she could go back to being a walk sign with her hair colors. Suddenly aware of the possibily, she looked at the end of her braid, but it was thankfully still brown.

"You surviving alright?" His classes must have been horrendously hard, but since she knew he had goals for after school, he would stick to it and be just fine.