Raven's POV ~ I woke up groggily, wiping my eyes. That was the first time in a week that I had gotten some sleep, let alone dreamed. But the dreams were different now, I'd never dreamt as far back to the 1800's, or in New York. The settings for my dreams were changing, and that bothered me. Yawning, I pulled on some shorts and a tank top, and grabbed my sketchbook. The weather was nice enough for me to draw at the beach nearby. School had been drawing to a close, as the workload died down, the temperature increased. I'd already taken my final tests, so I wasn't worried about classes. Lacing up my black converse, I strolled down the sidewalk, the sketchbook brushing against my leg every so often. It was peaceful outside this morning, and I smiled at the thought. Nothing to distract me from my sketches. Maybe then I could draw something other than my dreams. I didn't even notice when I reached the beach, until I felt the sand shift easily under my shoes. I found the boulder I usually sat on, and hopped to the top, settling into a comfortable position. I wanted to draw the skyline, or the way the waves lapped up at the smooth rocks on the shore. While my sketch started off as that, I felt myself start to daydream, gazing at the ocean, and my pencil moving absentmindedly. A seagull squawked, and I suddenly snapped out of it, looking down at my sketchbook. I had drawn those eyes right at the skyline, and a girl sitting at the shore, staring out to see. Or directly where the eyes were. I cursed, irritatedly throwing my sketchbook on the ground. Why couldn't I draw a normal picture? Why wasn't I normal in general? Angry tears threatened to burst out of my eyes as I stormed from the beach, my sketchbook forgotten, lying face up, to the picture I had just drawn.