Disclaimer: do I sound like Rould Dahl? I didn't think so.
To: Sarah
Preface:
Matilda drew out a sigh, her hair falling into her face. Miss Honey had given her an easy maths sum but she just couldn't get her head round it.
She put her hand in the air, thinking up an excuse.
'Yes, Matilda?' Miss Honey said approaching her. The class chatted while copying some sums off the board.
'May I go to the cloakroom?' she asked, going a deep shade of red. Matilda couldn't let her absolutely favorite teacher down, it was the easiest question so far!
'Yes, of course.'
Matilda ran out of the room. When she arrived at the cloakroom, she splashed her face with cold water, rubbing her temples furiously. She had witnessed a third year pull a pair of the Trunchbull's large knickers up the flagpole. She knew she would be blamed when the headmistress saw it. She was blamed even when she hadn't seen it, she knew if she mentioned Angus' name she would be in even more trouble!
She trailed back to the classroom, tears threatening to fall.
'WHERE IS SHE?' she heard the Trunchbull shout 'SHE'S AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE! WHERE ARE YOU HIDING HER MISS HONEY?'
She heard a murmur from Miss Honey.
Matilda knocked softly on the door before opening it slowly.
The Trunchbull swirled around, 'YOU!' she said pointing at her with her giant fingers.
Matilda ran to Miss Honey's open arms, tears spilling.
'YOU MIGHT HAVE MISS HONEY BUT YOU WONT FOR LONG!' the Trunchbull screamed, grabbing poor Matilda's small arm.
A/N: sorry its so short, will get longer soon
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