The English mist clung to school and formed a stubborn haze. The surveillance cameras were abandoned for lack of view. Many students took advantage of this and pulled all sorts of tricks on one another. As head girl, Kelly was immune to the practical jokes and was able to wander about without any extra caution. Annabelle had had her fair share of pranks but hadn't set any herself. She had her own obsession which took up all her time.
She followed Kelly around like a dog, never letting her out of her sight. She had made a little nest for herself in a disused cupboard next to Kelly's room and had had drilled a small peephole for herself. Every evening she would sneak out of the shared dormitory and slip down the narrow corridor to her hideout where she would gaze at Kelly's body as she undressed. She had never found out any personal information of Kelly's – she never talked in her sleep or got any letters from home, she never cried or muttered to herself. All Annabelle ever saw was Kelly undressing. Although she was frustrated by her lack of knowledge about her fixation she was pacified by the daily view. She had numerous sketches of Kelly's body, both clothed and exposed. She knew how self-destructive it would be if anyone saw them and so hid them under the floor of her lair. Nobody but Kelly had ever entered her bedroom while Annabelle was watching and she doubted anybody ever had while Kelly was in residence. Kelly was seductive and sly, she had seduced Annabelle unwittingly with her cruel charm but she was also guarded and never let anyone in. Annabelle was infatuated with Kelly and was her good friend but had never been let into a secret. She wished that she would be trusted enough to get close enough to Kelly to make a move before Kelly left. Kelly only had a term left at St Trinians after the School Challenge and the theft that went with it so Annabelle hadn't had very long to get to know Kelly. She had kissed Kelly on the night of the celebration party after Kelly passed out completely drunk and the next day Kelly remembered nothing. Annabelle hadn't had any alcohol so could recall every miniscule detail about the kiss. It had been one sided yet passionate, filled with devotion and ardour in one set of lips, the other lifeless and unfeeling. Annabelle longed to do it again and had spent all her free time trying to get Kelly utterly hammered. She hoped to succeed on the last night, the biggest party of the year, when Kelly should be hoping to entirely forget about the fact that she was leaving.