~Claire
I sighed, ticking one of the 60 problems, indicating it was solved. Of the 60, I had 30 solved.
"Way to go, Claire. 30 more, and we're done for the night,"I grinned at myself. "But hell, my back hurts,"I mumbled, stretching lightly.
The warmth of the evening sun had long faded below the horizon, leaving nothing but my reading lamp as a source of light that cast a relaxing ambiance over my room.
I was nestled comfortably on the couch, as I focused on acing every question I solved. I needed a high GPA in order to get into Yale. Yeah, that's my dream school.
My eyes were f****d on the pages of the textbook in my hand for another five minutes before I picked my note, begining my long process of solving a problem that wasn't supposed to be any of my business.
The sound of the
