Dina sat in her room, braiding her short, black, curly hair. She was concentrating on making the braids look good, so much so, that she forgot that her best friend Sydney Novak was in her room with her. She looked over at Sydney, who was lying on Dina’s bed, staring at the ceiling.

Dina turned back to the mirror, finishing up the braid. She smiled at herself, admiring her reflection.