The sunrise in Izaronai

 Then she finally got the coffee done, and poured it to the cup that she'd placed on the small table in front of where Anei was sitting. She sat down too, straightened her black little dress a little bit, and leaned her head on to her hand, smiling at Anei very sweetly. Anei's first thought was that she had something on her mind, something that she herself wouldn't like very much. -Well, darling, a little change in subject, if you don't mind? See, we here have been wondering if you know mister Flame Njerdé in person? And don't get me wrong, honey, I'm not trying to use you in any way, it's just that we find mr. Njerdé a very intriguing person.  "You can shove that honey up your little ass, thank you very much, and keep those sticky fingers off my Flame", Anei thought to herself. Out loud she said, though: -I think we should more like talk about my school-stuff, subjects and so on. So, what's up for me? The honey-lady froze up just for a fractio...

 It was such a usual morning for everyone, the father leaving for his work at 5am, Christina, Anei's mother, doing her vocal warm-ups at 8am, getting ready for the recording of the day, as she was a famous recording-artist. Anei herself had inherited her mother's strong voice, but didn't really ever use it, at least not anywhere public. Sometimes she did though sing by herself in her room, and she did enjoy it too.  Today wasn't about singing though, it was more about going to the new school, and trying desperately to fit in. And it wasn't just another school, it was the one where all the rich kids went to, for example Flame and Janet Njerde's oldest daughter Maj. Janet was Anei's big sister. And Anei had a huge crush on Maj. She also had a pretty bad anxiety, and was nervous as ever, combing her long black hair in front of the mirror in her dressing-room.  There was a knock on the door. She went to open the door, and there was Jonathan, one of the two drive...