This was due to a rather funny book find which made me think of my friend being the arch enemy of the 'hero' (pfft, he could be nothing less seemingly) But of corse (I have never worked out how to spell it, nothing ever looks right) the hero becomes the villan and 'Anna' becomes the saviour. Hurrah!
Anna Hookes stepped out of her car. She had hair like tangled barbed wire and a laugh as cruel as the sea in a storm.
That is it so far, two lessons in maths (most of which I filled my time with fitting the entire contents of Greys pencil case into her pocket (I know, I can not believe it did it!) and threatening her with a very small stapler,