“Mrs Malik, sorry to interrupt your precious teaching time,” Madeline said, her dark eyes staring blankly at the teacher before she stared at everyone in class. “A friendly reminder that the carnival will be opening after school today. If you decide to attend, you must be on your best behaviour. We do not need a repeat of last year. Have I made myself clear?”
There were slow nods; she smiled blankly at the teacher before she turned on her heel, and the rest of the student council followed her out of the classroom. Lyric had watched her go as the chatter rose to new heights. Something about Madeline had always given him the creeps. She always wore black dresses, regardless of season or weather, and got the highest exam marks. She was pale, with long black hair; she almost looked like a vam
