Mrs Faragonda was staring out of the window. Rain was slapping against the glass and looked so alive that she wondered if she was up after all. Something kept on bugging her. Finally she realized it was the Winx club girls and their powers.
'' Are they happy with their lives? '' was her thought. '' Is this really what they need? ''
The next morning
Blink, blink.
Flora sighed. Another gruesome day full of work! Work, work, work! It seemed to be all she does. All Winx for that matter. Then her mind wandered to Helia.
'' What is he doing right now?'' '' Probaly having fun on the warm sands of Amelii,(the planet were there are only beaches with glittering water and hot weather like in Solaria.)'' she concluded.
The Specialists were sent on a holiday to bring their power up for future battles.
The Winx were kept back because somebody had to be protecting Magix.
POV Flora
What's bad is that we didn't have a holiday in donkeys years! Nobody thinks about us. Being us isn't easy and having a monotonous life of battle, battle and battle again is so tiring and HARD. And getting harder each day.
With all my willpower I force myself up and about, trying to get ready for another day of battling with those stupid witches! They just won't give up!
I walk out of my bedroom all dressed and go in to the bathroom.
Click!
' I can't keep up any longer!' I cry and sink helplessly to the cold floor, weeping.
End of POV