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It hadn't taken long for Aster to decide that the roof of the school was her favorite place to be. Honestly, she'd been leaning that way before she ever got up there, from the first time she caught sight of the building. Once she'd made her way up, gotten to stretch out and watch the sun set, she'd been absolutely sold. Maybe it was just the old-fashioned sunset-loving romantic in her, but she was pretty sure she could do this at least once a week for the rest of her life. Or at least until it started to get cold out and she had to decide between warmth indoors and the view outdoors.
Today she'd brought a bag up with her - a giant bath towel to stretch out on, a cheap paperback, a diet soda, and a bottle of brilliant red nail polish. It was almost like a trip to the beach, without that film of salt on her skin and sand getting in uncomfortable places. It was too hot to really do anything that involved moving around, even as the evening stretched on, but Aster's plans for the end of the day involved nothing more strenuous than soaking up the sunshine, painting her toenails, and following the plot of a fairly straightforward mystery novel. Fortunately she didn't sunburn easily, or her day might have ended much earlier than she'd hoped. Now, as the sky started to turn colors and the sun sank toward the horizon, she was putting the finishing touches on her toenails and whistling something that might have been Rogers & Hammerstein. Why had she ever protested her parents' decision to send her here? This place was perfect. The only thing that could make it better would be a little unexpected good company.
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Today she'd brought a bag up with her - a giant bath towel to stretch out on, a cheap paperback, a diet soda, and a bottle of brilliant red nail polish. It was almost like a trip to the beach, without that film of salt on her skin and sand getting in uncomfortable places. It was too hot to really do anything that involved moving around, even as the evening stretched on, but Aster's plans for the end of the day involved nothing more strenuous than soaking up the sunshine, painting her toenails, and following the plot of a fairly straightforward mystery novel. Fortunately she didn't sunburn easily, or her day might have ended much earlier than she'd hoped. Now, as the sky started to turn colors and the sun sank toward the horizon, she was putting the finishing touches on her toenails and whistling something that might have been Rogers & Hammerstein. Why had she ever protested her parents' decision to send her here? This place was perfect. The only thing that could make it better would be a little unexpected good company.