I stride to Mr Keating’s office, ready to ask him more about what he deems to be ’daring’ more so than anything else. I knock on the door, but to my surprise it’s not Mr Keating.

I raise an eyebrow, eyeing up the small girl in front of me with a smirk, “well, who are you?” I ask in a charming, giddy tone as I hold out a hand to shake.

“Charlie Dalton, you may have heard the name around.” I grin smugly.