Sasha asks from her spot on her bed while she’s picking out nail polish. Sasha likes to be coordinated, all the time. So the blue ruffled mini skirt and glittering silver tank she’s decided to wear to Trends must be accented by matching polish and accessories. The plastic box of nail polish she’s going through seems endless but I have no doubt she’ll come out victorious. We’re in her bedroom surrounded by all things frilly and girly, except for the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling, which are left over from her addiction to astronomy, so she said. There are two double beds in Sasha’s room which remind me of the hotels we used to stay in when I traveled with my parents. More often than not they were multibedroom suites and the room designated to me always had two double beds. I’m on the other bed by myself, plumping up two pillows that I can lie on. Krystal’s standing near the book stand, which holds more CDs and DVDs than actual books.
