The first days in the morning became the beautiful wake-up for the ones in their beds, the ones on the floor of the dance room, and the ones in the garden.
They were waiting to hear the soft song and chirps of the birds outside, even the school bell, and the so-called broadcast "News with tarts" song.
However, what they heard was something different. The ones on their beds fell from the impressive sound. The ones in the dancing room kneeled in obedience, with shaking shoulders and muffling their mouths.
The ones in the garden only sighed, some of them clapped, some others admitted their loss, some others swore revenge.
"Muahahahaha!"
Anne was on top of the platform with her bright sphere in her hand.
"The first win is all mine to enjoy, you fools!"
