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enjoying her morning tea. Millie had been enjoying hers too until Caprice had ruined everything. Now it felt like there was a great lump of carrot cake sitting in her stomach hardening into a rock.
    Millie looked over at Caprice, who was sitting on the other side of the room. ‘Why did you do it?’ she asked.
    The girl turned her head ever so slightly and smirked. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ she replied.
    Millie could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. She clenched her fists and breathed in deeply. ‘You’re unbelievable.’
    The girls couldn’t help but overhear snatches of conversation coming from inside the study. Mr Plumpton had caught up to them in the corridor and had insisted on having a word to the head mistress right away. Millie’s ears pricked up when she heard the man say her name.
    â€˜I really don’t believe that Millie had anything to do with the paint bombs,’ the man said. ‘We all know that Caprice tells lies, and if Millie says that she was set up, then it’s more than likely to be the truth.’
    Caprice glared at the door.
    â€˜Josiah, my instinct is telling me you’re probably right but the evidence points to Millie,’ the headmistress replied. ‘Plus, I don’t understand why Caprice would do this to her.’
    â€˜I can’t believe you’re going to get away with it,’ Millie whispered.
    Caprice blinked her big blue eyes. ‘Get away with what? You’re the one with the paint under your nails.’
    â€˜You know, I was actually starting to like you when we were ice-skating in Zermatt – and now you’ve gone and done this. Was it about me or has Plumpy done something to get up your nose?’ Millie fumed.
    Caprice shrugged. ‘Sorry, did you say something?’
    The door opened and Mr Plumpton strode out. He looked at Millie and smiled tightly.
    â€˜Girls, Miss Grimm would like to see you now,’ the man said. Millie pushed herself up off the chair and walked towards the door. Mr Plumpton gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder as Caprice stalked past.
    â€˜Thanks for trying, Mr Plumpton,’ Millie said quietly before following the girl inside to meet her fate.

    Millie slammed the door and hurled herself onto her bed. ‘She’s a monster!’ the girl bellowed, burying her head under the pile of pillows.
    Alice-Miranda jumped up from her desk, where she’d just started her homework. She hadn’t seen Millie since morning tea and had been worried all day. She sat on the edge of the bed and rested her hand gently on her friend’s shoulder. ‘What happened?’ she asked.
    Millie rolled over, her face streaked with tears. ‘I’m on gardening duties with Charlie for the whole weekend and I have to clean the Science lab tonight after dinner.’ Fresh tears sprouted from Millie’s eyes and she hastily brushed them away.
    â€˜That’s it, I’m going to talk to her,’ Alice-Miranda said, sliding off the bed.
    â€˜Don’t bother,’ Millie whispered. ‘She’s a psychopath.’
    â€˜I just don’t understand why she’d do it,’ Alice-Miranda said.
    Millie grabbed a cushion and hugged it. ‘Who knows? But I’m sure she’s not going to tell you.’
    â€˜Don’t worry. I’ll help you clean the lab and I’ll see if Sloane can come too,’ Alice-Miranda said. She pulled on a cream cardigan and slipped her feet into a pair of pale pink ballet slippers. ‘I’ll be back soon.’
    â€˜You’re wasting your time,’ Millie called, but Alice-Miranda had already gone.

    Alice-Miranda knocked on the door next to their own and poked her head in to find Sloane reading at her desk. ‘Hi. May I come in?’
    Sloane turned and smiled, setting her book aside. ‘Of course. Is Millie back?’ she asked.
    Alice-Miranda nodded and closed the door