Sophie was freaking out. Oh god. Oh god. She can't have lost it. She couldn't have. She rechecked her jean pockets again, along with her jacket pockets. There's nothing, except for a few dollars. Thankfully she had left her wallet back in the dorm room. As she headed towards her dorm room, she heard Bridget, her dorm mate. She sighed, exasperated. Could this day get any worse? She asked herself. Don't get her wrong, Bridget is a lovely person, and has a very lovely voice. But she sings about the most... morbid and terrible things. Love lost, murderers, folk songs about demons and other horrible creatures, you name it, she's sung about it. On multiple occasions. Sophie sighed trying to keep from fantasizing about hitting Bridget over the head with various heavy objects, or duct-taping her mouth shut while she slept. I'm a nice person, she chastised herself, and a nice person does not duct tape her roommate's mouth shut, no matter how much she sang about death and loss.

She opened the door of 221C. "Hey Bridget" she said sighing unhappily. Bridget stared at her curiously, her crazy red curls pulled back into a messy bun, with strands sticking out crazily. She had been dancing around the room. Well, Sophie reasoned, Bridget was a theater major, although the girl had first seemed quiet, she had soon become comfortable around Sophie, and wasn't afraid to belt it out... whenever she wanted to. Bridget raised her eyebrows "What's happened, Sophie? You looked troubled" She said kindly. Sophie sighed, sitting down on her bed "I lost my student I.D." she said quietly, trying not to cry. "Oh no" Bridget gasped, coming to sit beside her on the bed. She knew how much the student I.D. was worth to Sophie. Not only was the card expensive, but it was the way she could get into any of the university buildings, and the only way to clock in her hours at the library. Without her card, she would have no way to get into her classes, or even get paid. Sophie rocked back and forth, and Bridget put her arms around her. "I'm sorry" She said. Bridget was in the same position shidn'e was in. A scholarship student from a poor family, who worked in the theater to help with living costs. They were both stuck in almost constant poverty, until... well, Sophie didn't know when.

"Maybe you should get some rest. You can go to Student Services in the morning to see if anyone dropped it off" She smiled at her, and Sophie felt bad for all the bad thoughts she had about Bridget's singing. Bridget really was a good person, although she could do with a little less of her morbid songs. "Thanks, Bridget, it means a lot" She said quietly. Bridget smiled down at her "That I know. Now go to sleep" She smiled, and got up from the bed. Sophie got changed, then fell into bed exhausted. Somehow a boy with gray-green eyes found his way into her dreams.

An alarm went off. Sophie jolted awake, startled by the noise. What time was it? The red numbers glowed as the alarm clock flashed an 8:30 at her. Damn it, she thought, I'm late. Bridget had already left, probably to prepare for her classes. She jumped out of bed, and pulled open her closet. She quickly got herself dressed, while trying to make herself a halfway decent cup of coffee, and rushed to the library.

She arrived coffee still in hand, at the library, only to stand dejectedly in front of its doors. She had forgotten she had lost her I.D. card the night before. Suddenly all the energy seemed to rush out of her, and she slumped down beside the door. She curled up, trying to keep from breaking out into tears. Don't cry, she told herself, it'll be fine. The student services building! she realized the lightbulbs going off in her head. Some one could have returned it! She stood up, shaking off her negative emotions.

"Ummm... Hey" She started, almost spilling her coffee. "Sorry! You surprised me" she said trying to compose herself. Then she stopped and stared at the owner of the voice in shock. It couldn't be.

The boy with the gray-green eyes looked at her shyly.

"You are Sophie Collins, correct?"