The dull light was beginning to play tricks on her mind. She’d been staring at this book for two hours… the longest time she’d ever spent doing anything this bloody boring, or at least that she could remember…

…not that she could remember much. It didn’t help that she couldn’t remember how she had gotten to this blasted school, or a multitude of other things… but she couldn’t even remember what she had learned last semester! How was she supposed to build upon it when she didn’t know what it was!

“I need a break…” Jag spoke softly, only to herself. At least her dorm wasn’t too bad… nice BIG bed… bigger than anything she figured she’d find in a dorm room. And it was a single so she didn’t have to worry about a roommate. Third floor, nobody was going to rob her, so she kept the window open almost all the time, especially at night when the temperature dipped down, and the cool breezes wafted through her room, giving her wild orange hair a gentle caress.

She was wearing the most comfortable outfit she had on for this blasted study session. A very loose pair of velvet pants were held around her moderately small waist by a drawstring, the material soft and crimson. A matching red silk top hung from her shoulders by spaghetti straps, its loose fit exposing part of her cleavage, though she didn’t plan on leaving the room, so it didn’t really matter. Besides, there were no men on the island anyways…

She looped her arms back over the chair and stretched her back, her chest arching out on display as she did so, lifting the thin top to reveal her shapely belly for a few seconds before falling back down. She kept her arms behind the chair, too lazy to even move them back now. She really wanted to sleep, but seemed to have developed insomnia along with her amnesia… worst of all, when she did sleep she dreamt… weird things at that. Disturbing things that seemed all too real.