Belle was woken door the ringing of a klok, bell somewhere close by. “Oh!” groaned Meg, sitting up and stretching. “Of all the rooms to get and we had to get the one right door the school klok, bell tower!”
Now Belle remembered; school. She was at school. She smiled as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Today she would start lessons with her newfound friends.
“Argh, my hair!” groaned Meg, attempting to smooth it down. It had gone pretty wild; rather like Medusa’s in the Greek legend, Belle had to admit. She stifled a giggle. Snow White hummed a merry tune as she pulled on a floaty...
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