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haflTitle: Irritation
Original work: Enid Blyton - Malory Towers series
Pairing: None yet
Rating: PG
And here it began all over again. Once again, Gwendoline had to leave the warm and cosy family home, and spend time at those dreary Malory Towers with its dreadful games and walks, that weren’t going to stop, even in winter. She already felt like crying and that horrible school wasn’t even in sight yet.
She drew closer to her mother, who gave up seat in the front of the car to Miss Winters, so she could sit in the back with her daughter. Gwendoline was glad for that, even though mother failed again at persuading father to transfer Gwendoline into a more fashionable school, where she could be appreciated.
“Get ready, we’ll arrive in five minutes,” said her father.
Gwendoline heard her mother suppress a sob and she herself had a hard time not to break down in tears. Miss Winters, the poor, amiable Miss Winters, already had tears streaming down from her face.
Then, they arrived at the school and Gwendoline had to leave the car and venture into the abominable noise that always accompanied a new term at Malory Towers. They got out of the car in silence, but after that Gwendoline’s mother finally burst into tears and hugged Gwendoline with all her strength. Gwendoline was also crying, half from pain and half from having to leave the only comfortable place in the entire world.
Miss Winters joined in and soon, all three of them were crying with all their might. Gwendoline tried to control herself, for, after all, eyes puffy from crying were not befitting a beauty like her, but the prospect of what lay before her was too much. All that studying, sharing a dorm with those cruel girls, walks and games and, worst of all, Alicia and Darrell, it was just unbearable.
Her father stood aside, looking bored and waiting for them to finish. He coolly looked at Gwendoline. “Well, that’s it. Take care of yourself, Gwen, and make sure I don’t hear anything bad from Miss Grayling,” he said.
“Yes… father,” said Gwendoline and dutifully kissed him on the cheek. She then endured another round of kisses and tears from mother and Miss Winters, which lasted until father announced they had to leave at once.
With all that over, Gwendoline, her eyes still misty from tears, went about doing all she had to do on the first day of a new term. During all that, she did her best to not show how much all that giggling and significant looks from the various girls, some even from lower forms, affected her. It was easy to ignore these, but then came an unmistakable snigger from Alicia and that foolish Betty, who wanted to be together with Alicia so much that Gwendoline was surprised she wasn’t already caught sneaking into the North Tower dormitories at night. Upon hearing that snigger, Gwendoline lost her will and fled, hearing the two girls break into laughter at the sight.
As usual, nobody greeted her when she entered the Fourth Form dormitory, only some hushed whispers. It stung a little, but she didn’t care, not after Alicia and Betty being openly malicious. Also, there was a lot of time to pay them back for it.
Nobody spoke a word to her, not until they wanted her to stop brushing her wonderful, golden hair. They were so rude, Gwendoline pulled out a few strands of hair and yelped in pain. Alicia burst into laughter at that and even others seemed to stifling giggles as Gwendoline subjected them to her furious, withering glare.
Immediately after she recovered from her outburst, Alicia came to Gwendoline, wrested the hairbrush from her hand, put it down on Gwendoline’s nightstand and led her to her bed. “Now, let’s put the baby to sleep, darling Gwen. Be a good girl,” she said.
Gwendoline shook Alicia away and shot another glare at her. How dare she! At least, the others had already lost interest and were going about their business. But Alicia, Alicia would pay!
But there was nothing she could do at the moment. Under Alicia’s gaze and burning with shame and humiliation, she got into her bed and then resolutely turned away from Alicia.
It took all her considerable willpower to keep herself from immediately starting to cry. She would wait and let those unfeeling beasts think she was crying because she was homesick, not subjected to such humiliation. At least, unlike those brutes, she was capable of feeling something and she did not cry because she wanted attention, like that rotten Mary-Lou.
When the lights went out, she let her tears flow freely and the relief of it actually caused her to be happy for a short while. She cried and cried, intent on not stopping until she had been completely satisfied. She ignored all the complaints and orders and insults, crying her heart out. Then, a figure loomed over her head and let a wet sponge fall right onto Gwendoline’s face. The shock made Gwendoline stop crying and imprinted who the assailant was in her memory. Irene! She’ll pay for it!
After the assault, Gwendoline couldn’t sleep for the longest time. Wild schemes of revenge ran through her head, sometimes trading places with memories of home, all those warm nooks and crannies she could hide from her father and still remain comfortable. She did not dare to start crying again and she wished violently that Miss Winters had been there with her. Miss Winters had always let Gwendoline to cry as much as she wanted after a row with her father, never scolding her, just holding her close and letting Gwendoline know she was there. Just before she finally fell asleep, Gwendoline thought just how much she missed the dear old lady.
Original work: Enid Blyton - Malory Towers series
Pairing: None yet
Rating: PG
And here it began all over again. Once again, Gwendoline had to leave the warm and cosy family home, and spend time at those dreary Malory Towers with its dreadful games and walks, that weren’t going to stop, even in winter. She already felt like crying and that horrible school wasn’t even in sight yet.
She drew closer to her mother, who gave up seat in the front of the car to Miss Winters, so she could sit in the back with her daughter. Gwendoline was glad for that, even though mother failed again at persuading father to transfer Gwendoline into a more fashionable school, where she could be appreciated.
“Get ready, we’ll arrive in five minutes,” said her father.
Gwendoline heard her mother suppress a sob and she herself had a hard time not to break down in tears. Miss Winters, the poor, amiable Miss Winters, already had tears streaming down from her face.
Then, they arrived at the school and Gwendoline had to leave the car and venture into the abominable noise that always accompanied a new term at Malory Towers. They got out of the car in silence, but after that Gwendoline’s mother finally burst into tears and hugged Gwendoline with all her strength. Gwendoline was also crying, half from pain and half from having to leave the only comfortable place in the entire world.
Miss Winters joined in and soon, all three of them were crying with all their might. Gwendoline tried to control herself, for, after all, eyes puffy from crying were not befitting a beauty like her, but the prospect of what lay before her was too much. All that studying, sharing a dorm with those cruel girls, walks and games and, worst of all, Alicia and Darrell, it was just unbearable.
Her father stood aside, looking bored and waiting for them to finish. He coolly looked at Gwendoline. “Well, that’s it. Take care of yourself, Gwen, and make sure I don’t hear anything bad from Miss Grayling,” he said.
“Yes… father,” said Gwendoline and dutifully kissed him on the cheek. She then endured another round of kisses and tears from mother and Miss Winters, which lasted until father announced they had to leave at once.
With all that over, Gwendoline, her eyes still misty from tears, went about doing all she had to do on the first day of a new term. During all that, she did her best to not show how much all that giggling and significant looks from the various girls, some even from lower forms, affected her. It was easy to ignore these, but then came an unmistakable snigger from Alicia and that foolish Betty, who wanted to be together with Alicia so much that Gwendoline was surprised she wasn’t already caught sneaking into the North Tower dormitories at night. Upon hearing that snigger, Gwendoline lost her will and fled, hearing the two girls break into laughter at the sight.
As usual, nobody greeted her when she entered the Fourth Form dormitory, only some hushed whispers. It stung a little, but she didn’t care, not after Alicia and Betty being openly malicious. Also, there was a lot of time to pay them back for it.
Nobody spoke a word to her, not until they wanted her to stop brushing her wonderful, golden hair. They were so rude, Gwendoline pulled out a few strands of hair and yelped in pain. Alicia burst into laughter at that and even others seemed to stifling giggles as Gwendoline subjected them to her furious, withering glare.
Immediately after she recovered from her outburst, Alicia came to Gwendoline, wrested the hairbrush from her hand, put it down on Gwendoline’s nightstand and led her to her bed. “Now, let’s put the baby to sleep, darling Gwen. Be a good girl,” she said.
Gwendoline shook Alicia away and shot another glare at her. How dare she! At least, the others had already lost interest and were going about their business. But Alicia, Alicia would pay!
But there was nothing she could do at the moment. Under Alicia’s gaze and burning with shame and humiliation, she got into her bed and then resolutely turned away from Alicia.
It took all her considerable willpower to keep herself from immediately starting to cry. She would wait and let those unfeeling beasts think she was crying because she was homesick, not subjected to such humiliation. At least, unlike those brutes, she was capable of feeling something and she did not cry because she wanted attention, like that rotten Mary-Lou.
When the lights went out, she let her tears flow freely and the relief of it actually caused her to be happy for a short while. She cried and cried, intent on not stopping until she had been completely satisfied. She ignored all the complaints and orders and insults, crying her heart out. Then, a figure loomed over her head and let a wet sponge fall right onto Gwendoline’s face. The shock made Gwendoline stop crying and imprinted who the assailant was in her memory. Irene! She’ll pay for it!
After the assault, Gwendoline couldn’t sleep for the longest time. Wild schemes of revenge ran through her head, sometimes trading places with memories of home, all those warm nooks and crannies she could hide from her father and still remain comfortable. She did not dare to start crying again and she wished violently that Miss Winters had been there with her. Miss Winters had always let Gwendoline to cry as much as she wanted after a row with her father, never scolding her, just holding her close and letting Gwendoline know she was there. Just before she finally fell asleep, Gwendoline thought just how much she missed the dear old lady.