Charmed: the Legend of Fritton's Gold.
"My nails!" she complained. "I just had them done!" Everyone was busy getting over the shock to be completely annoyed with her. Wow. Not only can they scare demons, but even themselves! thought Grace. After several more minutes of digging, the grave was finally found. Annabelle used a crowbar to open the lid and everyone started coughing and retching except the emo who commented that she thought it was beautiful and took a photo. She is officially creepy. thought Grace. "There's something stuck underneath his hat!" Annabelle pointed at the corpse. "This ring will fit no finger, but works upon the ear. Ala, Aw. I can't read the final lines! They've rotted away." she continued. The chav suddenly sneezed on everyone who started to shout at her. "Desist vile creatures!" snarled Annabelle. "Take a chill pill Annabelle!" retorted the posh tottie. "I am not Annabelle!" The chav was about to make a sarcastic reply when "Annabelle's" head twisted all the way round and growled at them. The only person who didn't scream was Grace who had seen was things fighting demons. She quickly orbed everyone back to school.
The gang dragged "Annabelle" past the headmistress and a man who looked like Jesus. He added to the irony by yelling "CHRIST!" when "Annabelle" snarled at him. "Morning girls." said Camilla, a little more calmly. They said hello back, took Annabelle's body into the infirmary and went back to Miss Fritton. She was no longer by the stairs so everyone waited for her. "What on earth is wrong with Annabelle?" she asked when she saw them a few minutes later. "Hard to say, miss. she isn't exactly herself." said Grace. "Yeah, I must say, she has been taking this headgirl thing a little seriously." replied the possessed girl's aunt. "It's not that, believe. She is really not herself." said the chav leader. Suddenly the girl in question growled causing the headmistress to ask "What on earth?" and enter the infirmary. To find her niece floating in mid-air. "Annabelle, you come down here immediately!" she scolded.
"I am not Annabelle! I am Fortnum Fritton!" retorted the floating girl. "And I am Camilla Fritton, headmistress of St Trinians for young ladies, so pull yourself together! Possessing one's own relatives is notthe sort of thing we encourage at this school!" As soon as the headmistress finished saying this, Fortnum turned "his" head and spat at her. "That was neither funny, nor clever." scowled Camilla. "Now tell me where is the treasure?" Fortnum refused. "Maybe if we recited the first part of the riddle?" suggested Grace "This ring will fit no finger, but works upon the ear." everyone chanted. Fortnum smiled and finished the riddle: "Awash with hopes, I learned the ropes. You'll find my mast is here." Nearly everyone went to work out the riddle, but Grace stayed to look after Annabelle. After several hours the riddle was solved and some of the older students went to Fritton's old school, where the ring was.
When the group got back, everyone crowded round them "51 degrees, 30 minutes, 24 seconds. It's latitude. So it could be anywhere along this line." said Lucy, pointing to one of the pieces of string that had been stuck onto a map of the world. "We need the second ring to determine the longitude." she continued. This caused an argument as to how they were going to get it back. "We've got an inside man." interrupted Annabelle, who had just come out of the infirmary and was looking a lot better now that she was no longer possessed.
Fritton left to discuss with the man who had looked like J, whose name was Geoffry Thwaites, about how to steal the ring. She returned a few hours later. "Geoffry told me that the invaders, a secret society called AD1, are hiding the ring in a high security vault in the basement." Annabelle said, showing everyone a picture of a tall building. "And what do we know about breaking into high security vaults?"asked one of the older students, sceptically.
"Not much, but I know a girl who does." replied Annabelle, moving to show a girl with long black hair and wearing a completely black outfit. "Hello strangers." she smirked. "Kelly!" shouted the twins who rushed to hug her. "Who's that?" asked Grace. "Kelly Jones, my predecessor." answered Annabelle. Kelly, Annabelle, Tania and Tara (the twins) and Geoffry drove to London to infiltrate AD1's headquarters. Everyone else watched the cameras that had been placed on them on laptops. The girls and Geoffry had stolen cloaks to disguise themselves which they put on when they neared the main hall. They could tell they were near because of the chanting coming from inside. Tania, because of her height, had balance herself on top of Tara so that both girls were in the same cloak.
Geoffry joined the chanting men and whispered for the girls to continue. They did so, following the directions of Lucy who had given them earpieces just before the group had left St Trinians. They were caught just a few metres from the vault. The guard who noticed them also noticed Annabelle's lipstick. The twins placed themselves in between Fritton and the guard and, when he took of the cloak's hood revealing Tania, Tara headbutted him in the only place she could reach. And where it hurt most. Everyone laughed at that.
Several more guards appeared. Kelly and Annabelle beat all of them except one, which they didn't notice. "Oi, geezer, what do you want?" chorused Tania and Tara. "Wow!" muttered Grace. The guard approached the twins. And was knocked out by Kelly. She then broke into the vault and placed a freezing gas to counteract the heat sensors. Everyone noticed hundreds of documents, some with "TERMINATED" printed on them. "Who ARE these people?" asked Lucy. Eventually Kelly found the box holding the ring and told Annabelle. However they discovered that it was empty, causing a lot of complaining and swearing. They aborted the mission.
"Switch to Geoffry cam." ordered Lucy. They heard Geoffry being asked what should be done about the school girls. He then gave a rant about how he was fed up with them and that they should be shown no mercy. This drew applause, from AD1 and crys of horror, from St Trinians. Either he's a brilliant actor, or we're doomed thought Grace. She hoped to god it was the former.