Chantelle walked around the school, smiling gently to herself as she held her books and wandered around. Hopefully she might see a friend or perhaps a future accomplice. 
"Oh how only one could dream"
A sadistic smile spread along her lips, replacing the kindness that she had before and giggled darkly. Then, sitting down, she peered through her drawings, stories and other work she had done and checked they were all to a good enough standard. Luckily, she felt content with her work and sighed in relief.
"Blonde, pretty and clever. I am one lucky girl"