A look at Annabelle Fritton. Enjoy.


Annabelle Fritton

She had arrives at St Trinians with the equivalent spirit of a door mouse, a fact she can look back on with some disbelief and pride because of how far she has come. She had it hard at Cheltenham, constant bullying, being the favourite victim had turned her into something that was unheard of in the Fritton name. Weak. She was loathed and scorned by her classmates at that school, being hated by Verity Thwaites meant you were worth less than the dirt upon the feet of the hockey team.

Joining the team hadn't been Annabelle's idea, playing alongside the very person who made her life hell was not something she would ever want. It had in fact been her fathers idea, the very father who later said, to put it simply, he couldn't believe Annabelle was his daughter, the very father who left her at St Trinians after bargaining with his own sister. There have been many nights within the dorms when Annabelle will lie awake and wonder why he did that, there is no logical explanation other than that some part of him cared, some part of him perhaps wanted her to play the sport she was good at and gain strength in the fact that she could do something. Something she enjoyed. She looks back and she wonders, does he actually care?... But then she remembers everything else he's ever done and forces the thought to the back of her mind because if he did love her, he had a funny way of showing it.

Carnaby Fritton affected her life but perhaps not as much as Belle's mother, Rose, who had died from lung cancer when her daughter was just three. As a result Annabelle doesn't know much about her other than she is the spitting image of her, long brown hair, large bright eyes… It's uncanny really but when she was younger and pressed her father further for details he would close off, shut her out and say very firmly that he'd rather not talk about it. So she didn't find out about her mother until she was brought into her aunt office for her weekly whiskey and they'd talked about her, Camilla had been an old friend of Rose's and so knew all sort and amazing and surprising tales of her antics never the less within the very halls of St Trinians. She'd been a pupil there, causing havoc and making mischief, with a love of art matched only by Camilla causing the two to be such good friends. It is there, during the chat that Annabelle once again finds herself wondering why her father sent her there… was it just coincidence or something more? She didn't talk to him after the Heist and so couldn't really find out even if she could and wanted to speak to him.

So what Annabelle will probably never know is how much it pains her father to see her, so like her mother, and that that is a large part of why he can't bare to be around her. She doesn't know how much it angers yet somehow pleases him that she's fitting in somewhere that she's growing up but what perhaps a small part of her knows is that he is bitter, because she isn't her mother. She is Annabelle Fritton, St Trinian, cool and confident and under the watchful and caring eye of Kelly Jones she is doing just fine, she's fit herself into a certain heart and she can count on, even if she doesn't know it, to always have Kelly there to make her feel like… something worthwhile.


R&R, what do you think? I'll be back to Andrea and Taylor next chapter so keep posted.