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She stood on a cliff with the waterfall roaring beside her. Her black robes were wet and clinging to her frail body. She took one last look at the forest surrounding her, taking in the deep salty air, and jumped, her golden hair flying around her, and the cold, dark water consumed her, with the only trace of the woman left was an orb, gold as the sun, floating by itself as the only light in a dark land.
Aster Jones blinked as the sun seemed to grow bigger. She glanced at her bedside clock, standing next to a purple lava lamp. A groan escaped her. God, she hated high school.

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Aster lifted herself out of bed and rolled onto her furry purple rug and pressing into a push-up with a groan. After twenty she pulled on her jeans and denim jacket and raced downstairs, stopping only to swig from the two litre bottle of cranberry juice. She could hear her mother clumping down the stairs to speak with her, and fled out the front door and off to Rick's house.

She arrived, slightly out of breath, as Rick stumbled out of the huge white mansion he lived in. Aster tilted her head to the side, her chin-length golden-brown hair flicking in the wind. Rick's dark grey eyes lit up as he took her in with a slight smile blooming along his face.