"Snow...." My mom said in a sing-song voice when I arrived at the kitchen to have breakfast after a few days.

"Hmmm?" I replied sleepily then sat down beside Nathan. It was a Monday morning. I was half-asleep, my eyes half-closed. My hair was sticking in different directions. Scratching my head, I lean my head on my arm, yawning.

"Guess what?" I heard my mom asking. I could see from my line of vision that mom has a big smile on her face, a sign that she'll tell me something important.

"What?" I asked sleepily.

"It's the Anastolgia High! The results arrived this morning."

I was scratching my neck when...