Ellen

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It had all worked, I now had Aurelia, Valentina and Octavia locked up forevermore in my basement. No one would ever know that they were there, and no one would ever suspect anything.

I'd taken Aurelia's car, which was beautiful to drive, and myself and Katie revelled in the afternoon sunshine, the roof down and blasting songs on the radio. "How do you feel now?" I smiled to my daughter, glancing at her, seeing her pretty face lit up by the sun.

"Oh, mother I feel amazing." She smiled, squinting up at the sun. "To think that she's finally gone forever." I nodded, it was funny, I could barely stop myself from smiling.

"Now, darling let's practise again." I cleared my throat and turned down the radio, stopping the engine as we both pulled into a lay-by. "Hello mummy! I've missed you ever so much, this is my best friend, Amelia. Yes, Octavia and Valentina left the school, but Amelia is lovely." I turned to Katie, feeling quite pleased with myself for my spot-on Aurelia Fulton impression. The mother wasn't going to suspect a single thing.

Katie also cleared her throat and started, "Hello Miss Fulton! I'm Amelia Hedgegrave, my great grandparents founded the school, and I met Aurelia last year, we just get along so well!" My face lit up into a broad smile, I was so immensely proud of my daughter, she was everything I ever wished her to be and more. Fearless, clever and beautifully cunning.

"Perfect!" I said, pulling out of the lay-by and zooming down the road, clocking up miles on the dashboard, with my blond hair flying in the wind.

The beginning was in sight, my life laid ahead of me. The money, the fortune and the beautiful trust fund. Our next plan was to get hold of that trust fund. "It shouldn't be too hard to kill off the mother, will it?" Said Katie, reading my mind. I glanced at her, my heart filling up with pride for her. "I can think of a few ways." I said, with Katie smiling at me.

As both of the clockworks in our brains started coming up with ideas; each thought worst than the previous thought. It is so good to be bad...

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