Annie had been sitting on the roof for a long time. Bob was curled up on her lap, and she had her notebook propped up on him. She had a flashlight propped against that.
She wrote quickly, writing down her newest plots. "This is like, my best idea yet, B.B." She told her pet bunny.
When it started to rain, she groaned and put her note book in her messenger bag, but she stayed on the roof. The wind blew her red hair in her eyes. She tucked it behind her ears.
Only then did she see the other girl sitting there.