My names Annabelle Fritton, most people know my story. Poor little daddy's girl winds up at St Trinians the most unruly place on Earth. What they don't know is my story before the anarchy, it's not a story I tell often, and only three people know this tale. Polly was the first student to find out; Kelly had her do some research on me when I first arrived, once Polly knew she told Kelly. Auntie was the first one in this school to hear my tale; I was touched that she wanted to listen to me. No-one ever listened to Annabelle the cannibal that was before I became a defender of anarchy. Back then I was a shy, arse licking girl who had nothing better to do then suck up to teachers for brownie points. I was a friendless geek who was Verity Thwaites punch bag whenever she was angry. At Cheltnem I was a friendless dweeb who boasted about her father at any given moment. He used to be my role model. He used to be my superman. He used to be my pain.

Since then things have changed, my personality for starters. While at Cheltnem I had heard of St Trinians, normally when Thwaites got beaten at hockey by them she'd take it out on me. St Trinians was said to be a lunatic asylum for mentally challenged girls, I'm ashamed to say that I was one of those who said that. When I heard my cheapskate father was sending me here I was bricking it, then again in my Cheltnem years I was scared of everything even hard work. I never used to get my hands dirty and when Kelly heard of that she pushed me into alot of work. In the weeks leading up to Kelly's last term she taught me alot about myself. I learnt I couldn't do a lot of things, fighting was one of them; she gave me a lesson on fighting. I was bricking it when she made me fight Taylor, I'd witnessed her and Andrea fight, to my surprise I ended up beating Taylor. That was thanks to Kelly's words of wisdom.

At Cheltnem it was my dream to become head girl, at St Trinians it's my dream to give these girls hope and a future. When I leave here I shall be tearful, I remember Kelly ready to cry when she left, I'll take over one day but it'll still be upsetting. Leaving Cheltnem was easy, no more of psychopath Thwaites, no more jokes at my expense, no more Annabelle the cannibal. Before I leave here as a student I intend to go back to Cheltnem and show them the new me. Kelly's against the idea, she doesn't think I'm up to it, she still see's me as Annabelle the Cheltnem. I'm not stupid I'm taking some form of chaos with me.

Before the anarchy I was a weak, tame kitten. I was bullied none stop, by Thwaites, CLC's hockey team, even the chess club. It hurt me physically and mentally when my dad started to use me as an anger outlet. Even as he did it I still believed him when he was saying he did it for love. He always used to tell me daddy knows best, back then I never asked questions. I was taught to speak when spoken to, to not back chat and to not fight back. If I broke any of those rules I'd be locked in a small, dark cupboard for a week and hit harder and more often then normal. He once told me he was training me up to be the perfect wife. I know Dad did what he did to me because he saw mum in me, he hated mum. When I was five, mum tucked me in bed just as my dad got home, that was the last time I saw her warm smile. He called her down and their normal arguments began, I climbed out of bed and sat at the top of the stairs. I could see everything that was happening, the room was dimly lit and dad's eyes were full of blazing fire.

"I've had enough of this," Mum yelled at him, "I'm taking Annabelle where you can't hurt her," Dad laughed at her,

"Take her to St Trinians then, Camilla can't protect you forever." She glared at him before she turned around. My eyes locked onto hers, she looked scared. I tried to yell at her, to warn her of dad but no words escaped my mouth. Dad struck her over the head and she fell to the floor, dead. I was told not to tell anyone of what he did; I didn't but only through fear. He made up a story to tell people when they asked about my mother. I didn't like it but I had no choice, Kelly asked once but she didn't buy it.

"Do you know where your mum is? After the heist you won't be able to go back to Carnaby" She informed me,

"She ran off with some Italian when I was five and never heard of since,"

"Now can I have the truth?"

"That is the truth, I swear." I must have sounded panicked,

"'Belle whatever it is that's happened we can help. We can track down your mum and bring her back here,"

"You can't bring back the dead, that's one thing St Trinians can't do."

"If you don't tell us the truth we can't help, now tell me" I don't know why but I told Kelly what happened that day. Since then I have trusted her with my life, I know that when Kelly's around nothing can touch me. Sometimes Kelly is harsh with me, sometimes she's the opposite. Sometimes I feel like I've snatched Kelly's future from under feet, she doesn't seem bothered but it bothers me. When I asked Kelly of her past and family she didn't have much to say,

"The St Trinian girls are my family, every girl that has walked through those doors. My mother died in child birth, she didn't know who my dad was. I was placed up for adoption because mums relatives disowned her, the St Trinians however stood by her through thick and thin. From what I've heard Miss Fritton owed a lot to mum so she raised me under her roof. Miss Fritton couldn't have kids and she didn't know of you so she trained me up to be a St Trinian headmistress," ever since she told me that I have felt guilty. If didn't come along Kelly wouldn't have had her future stolen, I'm always apologising for it. She appears to not be bothered about it but I can see beyond her mask.

Now I've become a St Trinian I'm no longer a weak, tame kitten. I've become much stronger and smarter. That's all thanks to my idol, mentor and friend Kelly Jones. I'm now a strong, wild, courageous lioness. Mess with me and pride and you'll be ripped to shreds. Anarchy is my blood and I'll be happy to defend it that was something Cheltnem discouraged. As far as I'm concerned Cheltnem Ladies can suck my big, fat, hairy toe. I'm now in the circle of A and I'm staying there.

The circle of a thing is the symbol for anarchy I think, if it's not my bad. Reveiw or umm... bah just reveiw ;D

If you plan on fighting the reveiwing phobia please see your doctor, if he's busy please see the reveiw button at the bottom of this sentance.