It had been approximately one year since that day; since that ever so wonderful day; since that day a little girl by the name of Matilda Wormwood had leapt into the thin, frail arms of a lady by the name of Jenny Honey. Oh how wonderful that day was! It seemed that there was not a day ever to be better than this one. A young girl and her school teacher finally receiving what they had longed for and deserved throughout their entire lives before this day: a loving family. Though yes; the family was small, and yes, they did not have the happiest of backstories, they did have each other, and that was all that mattered.

But as it has once been said, even the happiest of endings have their flaws. In every story ever told in this world, there has always been at least one person unsatisfied with its outcome. Whether this person is in or out of this story, whether this person is a protagonist or an antagonist, whether the story is a fantasy or a reality, this one person always will exist. One person not willing to accept what has already happened and only wishes to live in the past, to dedicate their lives to attempt to change that past and will not quit until they have reached satisfaction. And as much as I wish to say that this person was not a part of this story, unfortunately, like all other stories, this person is very much a part of it and is even more stubborn than most. This person was an overall nasty person to be around, the kind of person one would hope to never meet, though throughout a lifetime, it is most common to meet a person like this at least once and it is impossible to avoid it from happening. Despite the hope of this person changing, this person fails to be guided into the right direction and continues to make countless errors and poor decisions that only affect others negatively. This person was Agatha Trunchbull.

Now many people believe that everyone has a speck of goodness in them, whether it is a large speck or a small speck, including myself. Though Agatha Trunchbull had a speck so small, even a microscope could barely see it. Any heart this lady had once had was now guarded by a thick wall of steel; so thick that it was nearly impossible to be broken. This lady had done a countless amount of horrible things in her lifetime, ranging from blaming children for things they had never done to forcing a child to practically be her slave, and to treat her very badly throughout her life too. It seemed that it was not right that she always found a way out of a bad situation and it seemed that she was nearly unstoppable, that was until the day that she was fooled by a bunch of schoolchildren into believing that she was receiving the punishment for all of her bad deeds that she had performed and would not be able to do anything about it. But like every other situation that Agatha Trunchbull had gotten into, she had found a way out.

"That nasty, slimy, revolting little, maggot! Thinking that she can, that she can just trick me like that, oh that gruesome creature will pay for this!" The Trunchbull roared, kicking a small coffee table across the small, bare room. Unknowing of her poor reputation and identity, the man who had once rented this small cottage to Jenny Honey had now rented it to the woman's aunt, as he figured that he could use a little bit of extra pocket money. As long as she could pay him ten pence a month, he was fine with her living in the small little cottage and did not question her reasons for her want to live in this very place in this very location. If he had known the reasons why, he would never had agreed to allow her to live in the cottage, for she hadn't wanted to live there just for shelter: it was for something much more than that; it was to ruin the lives of those who she believed had ruined her life. Although many had taken apart in the action of doing so, she narrowed her watch down to the two people who she disliked most: the young girl and her schoolteacher. It certainly was not right for the Trunchbull to seek revenge on the two of them, as they had been fighting for what was right for all and were as kind and innocent as can be, though it seemed that their goodness and want to help others was what sickened her the most. Her envious self hated them for that, perhaps, it could be thought, for the fact that they were happy while she was not. She believed that she herself was to have that happiness, not them, and believed that her thoughts, ideas, and actions were right while theirs were not. The Trunchbull would never change her hazy perspective of what she believed was right and continued on with her everlasting path of poor decisions. So, as expected, she continued to formulate a plan that was so delicate that if one thing went wrong, all would fail and would drive her to a lower state than she began with. But the Trunchbull was willing to take that risk, for she thought herself a coward if she did not go for it. If the plan failed, she would only try again, no matter what it would take, for her stubborn mind would not let go of their victory and her loss. Yes; they would pay for their actions no matter what, whether they try to avoid her wrath or not. The Trunchbull would always tell herself this every night as she needed something to keep her going, for what else did she have left if she gave up this plan? She knew that she had nothing to lose and was willing to perform the craziest and most difficult of plans to get what she thought she deserved.

The Trunchbull blew out the small yet steady flame from the candle once again, dreaming of better days than this one that she had lived through today and of revenge on those who had ruined her life.

I honestly don't know where I am going with this story; I just really love Matilda, (book, movie, and musical) and am really disappointed to see the lack of fanfics in the fandom. So I'm going to kind of come up with the plot as I go along and hopefully it will turn out better than my other attempts at writing Matilda fanfics. So if you have time, please R&R as I would love to hear feedback and make this story the best that I can, thank you!