When Annie was 13, the head administrator of community home allowed her and some other 13-year-olds to go on a trip to the beach. That was one of the few times she was truly happy during her stay at the home, because it was away from the home. And it was a rare treat to not only get away from that wretched place, but also to spend time in such luxurious scenery. Or that’s what Annie thought of it at the time, before she had seen what a beautiful beach the Victor’s Village had. Still, it was so fun. She and the other kids were having so much fun together, they forgot for that moment that they didn’t usually play well together. They didn’t play at all, really.