So this chapter is half book- half musical, hope you like it.
Triumph at Last
It was Thursday, again, and the bell was just about to ring, to signal the hour of Hell that Miss Honey's class would have to go through before they'd be free from Miss Trunchbull for another week.
Matilda had actually been looking forward to this, because she was hatching a plot, which, if all went well, would make Miss Honey very happy and rich. Not to mention the more important thing, it would get rid of Miss Trunchbull for good.
When the bell rang, Matilda joyfully ran back to class, but not making it look too obvious, seeing as she was rather discrete. Then she sat back, to watch the afternoon unfold.
Said afternoon preceded in this manner: First, Miss Trunchbull had made sure that there were no newts of frogs in her drinking water, for if there had, something extremely unpleasant would have occurred.
Then she had asked a boy called Rupert to recite the three-time table backwards. Of course, Matilda wouldn't have had any problems with this, but of course most five year old aren't expected to know how to do it backwards. So, as you can imagine, poor Rupert was confused.
The Trunchbull had then asked him similar questions, only she had made it tricky by turning them into addition problems.
Then she had gotten so furious with Rupert that she lifted him up by the ankle.
At the same time, but unseen by anyone, Matilda used all her will power to lift the chalk into the air. A boy called Nigel happened to see it just then, and screamed, "Look at the chalk, everyone!"
Everyone, including the two teachers, turned to look, as Matilda willed the chalk to write the word Agatha.
Miss Trunchbull was startled at first, but then she roared, "What the blazes is this!?"
Agatha, this is Magnus. Good day to you.
"Is this some kind of a joke? Magnus is dead!" She screamed.
I know I'm dead. But no, this is not a joke, this really is Magnus. I have a list of chores for you, Agatha.
"I'm not doing those chores!" The Trunchbull bellowed.
Oh, yes you are. Here's the list:
Give my Jenny back her house
Give my Jenny her wages
Is the same as number one
Get out. Or I will get you like you got me. I'm watching you, Agatha.
Miss Trunchbull stood rooted to the spot, gasping as though she were a very thirsty fish. Then she swayed on her feet, and fainted, only to get up a second later when Nigel had dumped the water from the jug on top of her.
The headmistress got to her feet, shaking. "What am I to do?" She wailed, and Nigel called "Run!" Then he started conducting the class to shout "Run!" until she left.
The students cheered, and Nigel, standing on top of his desk, began to sing.
"Woah!
Never again will she get the best of me!
Never again will she take away my freedom. And we won't forget the day we fought
For the right to be a little bit naughty!
Never again will The Chokey door slam!
Never again will I be bullied, and
Never again will I doubt it when
My mummy says I'm a miracle!
Never again!
Never again will we live behind bars!
Never again now that we know that...
We are revolting children...
Living in revolting times...
We sing revolting songs
Using revolting rhymes.
We'll be revolting children,
'Til our revolting's done,
And we'll have the Trunchbull bolting.
We're revolting!
We will become a screaming horde!
Take out your hockey stick, and use it as a sword!
Never again will we be ignored!
We'll find out where the chalk is stored,
And draw rude pictures on the board!
It's not insulting; we're revolting!
We can S-P-L how we like!
If enough of us are wrong,
Wrong is right!
Every word N-O-R-T-Y...
'Cause we're a little bit naughty!
So we ought to stay inside the line.
But If we disobey at the same time,
There is nothing that the Trunchbull can do!
She can take her hammer and S-H-U-V.
You didn't think you could push us too far,
But there's no going back now, we...
R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N
(Come on!)
We're S-I-N-G
U-S-I-N-G...
(Yeah...)
We'll be R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N-G.
(Oh...)
It is 2-L-8-4-U.
R-E-volting!
Then Miss Honey's class left their classroom, and they were joined in the hallway by the older students, who joined in with the last part. Finally, the bell rang, and Miss Honey, spotting Matilda cheering with the others, ran forwards and gave the girl a great big hug.
AN: Well, the only other songs I really liked were "When I grow Up", and the School Song." So, hope you enjoy this chapter, as this story has come to a close.