About an hour later Lanie had read only two chapters of the book so far, and she was almost asleep, so she put the book away. She pulled out a notebook, it was her notebook she used to write songs in. Though Lanie couldn't sing to save her life, she still loved writting songs. Just to her luck, her pencil broke, and she didn't bring a spare one, and on top of that she had major writters block. Lanie was getting lonelier by the minute, but she wasn't about to go home and sulk around. Instead she pulled out her i-pod to listen to, it always calmed her down, and kept her stress levels low. About ten minutes later Lanie was out like a light bulb, guess the music couldn't keep her awake very long.