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Daphne Millicent Turner's Diary Well, I suppose we all have no choice but to believe Bill's absolutely incredible story, unlikely as it may seem. I hate to admit it, but perhaps Bill was right after all - the thought of Clarissa, with her gentle blood, living in the Argentine among embezzlers and cattle herders! It isn't to be borne. But the poor heartbroken darling... no wonder she was so ill! Poor Clarissa, she must need comforting. I can provide a gentle sympathetic ear. After all, I'm fortunate enough to have sweet Mary-Lou, and my Mavis, who has been an absolute trump. There's nothing like as dear as she was to me when I needed comforting, Oh, dear, just look at this page. Moira shall scold me for all the blots, I simply know it. I'm just so terribly, terribly relieved that nothing dreadful has happened. Current mood: ( private, to Mavis ) ( Mavis ) ( Adric, via Mavis ) ( Private, to Mavis ) I do think you might all listen to Catherine. She's headgirl, after all, and if she says you're not to be beastly, you might pay attention. Do you realise what I'm going through already? Of course not - you're all children. Only Clarissa might understand, and she's all shut up being ill, and I'll bet my life someone is sneaking into see her and pour poison into her ears. At least Mavis and Mary-Lou are true to me. They're dear, sweet girls. I don't know what to think about Miss Grayling. She was fearfully angry... but I'm not to be expelled. She said I have to stop running away from things and face up to them, and that you girls would know how to handle it. But I have to sleep next to Mam'zelle and have my letters checked, Gwen, you can send me to Coventry all you like, if it will spare me your smug face. I know precisely why you're just jealous of me. Current mood: sulky, I mean heartbroken. ( Private, to Mavis ) There was only one thing to be done, and, well, they always tell us Malory Towers girls are straight and true. I told Miss Grayling everything I know. She sent me to bed to think things over. I do think it was beastly of her. I think everything is beastly. But at least my conscience is clear. Mary-Lou and Mavis, who are dear, sweet girls even if I have nothing to say but that everything would have been utterly perfect if certain people hadn't interfered though pure jealousy. It just goes to show that the ungrateful friends who pretend to be so straight and honourable but turn sweet faces to their friends while plotting against them are... worse than vipers! And the worst thing is that I think Miss Grayling is phoning my mother. And she won't understand... I'll be expelled again, I know it! I don't know what to do. I'll be sent away and never see Malory Towers or Mary-Lou or Mavis ever again. I'll die. And I did nothing wrong! Well, nothing terribly wrong. The only consolation is that a certain snake will probably be separated from a certain friend I suppose she was so terrified she would lose. And serve her right for her spiteful interference! Making use of poor Mary-Lou that way... oh! Mavis, please come and see me alone? Before we part forever, that is. ( Note, fallen down the back of Gwendoline Mary's dressing table ) Girls, by the time you read this I'll be gone. I just have a chance to be in on something really special and romantic, and I can't explain why, but it's for the best. There's people who have trusted me, and I need to show them that I'm truly their friend. It's all so tremendously exciting! I only wish i could tell you more - but there, it's not my secret to tell. Au revoir. |
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