She woke up, no alarm clock needed. She got out of bed and slowly brushed out her tangled hair. She fiddled with something on her table, as if she were debating to use it. She had a pile of heavy books to sort out. She lifted up the books, gasping a little at the strength she had to apply and dropped the books on the item. Her eyes widened and she quickly picked up the books and moved them. She stared at the item, broken, useless. Just how she felt. She sighed and quickly threw it in the bin, making sure she put papers in the bin too, to hide it from her mother.

"Ana!", called her mother, walking up the stairs.

Ana put away her books and tidied up her things.

"Ana!", her mother called again.

She put her bag on and moved closer to the door, placing her hand on it.

"Ana!!", she yelled, alarming worry in her voice. She started banging on the door.

Ana's eyes widened as she felt the vibrations and quickly opened the door.

"Ana why didn't you reply to me when I called?", asked her mother, worried.

Ana couldn't reply. She just had a look of confusion on her face.

Her mother repeated it, with the same outcome.

Her mother quickly moved the hair that was covering her right ear to the side. Her eyes widened.

"Ana, where did you put it?", she said, in a more articulate manner.

Ana frowned. "I-It b-broke...", she said, faintly.