Anne woke up first as usual. She made the cups of tea as usual and made breakfast as usual. She sat down with a book she'd gotten from the library. So lost in it, Anne didn't hear the others walk into the kitchen until someone tickled her from behind. Shrieking, Anne jumped up, dropping her book and spilling her tea in the process. Anne hissed as the heat leaked through her shirt.

"I'm so sorry," Palladium apologized ferociously.

"It's okay. I've had worse," Anne replied. She saw tea spilling towards the book and grabbed the cloth, cleaning her hands then picking up the book before the liquid ruined it. She set the book on the counter before waking towards the hallway. "I'm going to get into some actual clothes real quick." She walked back out in a turquoise blue shirt with a silver heart necklace and black pants; she also had a turquoise handbag and no one had noticed her matching nail polish. She had a silver bracelet and black flats on. They all stared at her beauty causing Anne to feel uncomfortable. "The twins 'suggested' this. I'll just go get into something I didn't get in Magix." Anne turned around, but Fara grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"No, you look stunning. That's why we looked at you like that," Fara explained.

"Oh. I'm still new at this 'people care' thing. Sooo..." Anne rubbed the back of her neck. "Yea."

The rest of the day went by quite quickly. Palladium had been eager to tutor Anne and she caught on really easily. Anne has pointed out that Palladium was an element on the periodic table of elements. By the time the sun was setting, Anne was sitting out on a towel, reading a book. Ediltrude and Zarathustra walked out and Zarathustra took her book while Ediltrude picked her up. Anne, instinctively, shrieked. She realized who it was and pinched the woman.

"I soooooo don't like you right now."

Ediltrude fake gasped. Anne rolled her eyes. Ediltrude put the girl down and told her, "Now go get into something sexy."

Anne's eyes widened at that. "Why?" she questioned cautiously.

"Because we're taking you to a club."

"But I'm not old enough," Anne argued.

"Magix is different when it comes to things like that."

Anne shifted uncomfortably, then her mother came to save her. Or so she thought. "I'll help you pick something out," Faragonda said.

And glared at her. "Traitor," she accused.

Sorry for the shortness. This was a filler chapter. The next will be longer.