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Scarlet and Ivy 3-book Collection Volume 1
“Whoops!” I echoed.
“Well, really!” said Mrs Knight, her mouth gaping.
Unfortunately, Miss Fox had lightning-fast reactions, and almost instantly I felt one of her claw-like hands clamped around the back of my neck. With the other she had hold of Penny’s arm in a vicious grip.
“Both of you. My office. Now,” she said, in a voice that could melt steel.
“Miss, she hit me!” protested Penny.
Miss Fox’s dark eyes filled with storm clouds. “I said now, Miss Winchester.”
We were both dead meat.
As Miss Fox marched us from the hall, a commotion started up. First only whispers, then I heard unmistakable gasps: “She slapped her!”
Oh my goodness, I slapped Penny. Why did I slap Penny? What was I thinking?
Penny didn’t say a word, though her face had gone some odd shades of red and purple. I wasn’t sure if it was from where I had hit her or from sheer embarrassment.
Miss Fox pushed us into her office. I reached for a chair, but she smacked my hand away. “You do not deserve chairs,” she snapped. “If you behave like animals, you will be treated like animals. Sit on the floor.”
I sat, cross-legged. The sad stuffed dogs looked down on me from the walls. I prayed that I wasn’t about to become a piece of taxidermy.
Penny sniffed. There were red lines raised on her cheek. “I’ll get my dress dirty,” she said in a whiny voice.
Miss Fox gave her a look, and she dropped to the floor next to me. “Ugh,” she muttered.
As if you can talk, I thought. The whole front of my dress was damp and sticky.
“SILENCE!” screamed Miss Fox, so loudly that I swear the Chihuahua on her desk rattled.
We both sat bolt upright.
“Now, Miss Winchester,” she said, bending over so that her face was level with Penny’s. “What made you think it was acceptable not only to waste your dinner, but to tip it on to another pupil?”
“She deserved—” Penny began, but once she’d started she realised what a bad idea this sentence was. “I don’t know, Miss.”
Miss Fox stared at her, until Penny’s teeth started to chatter and her nose threatened to drip. Then Miss Fox fixed me with the same death glare.
“And you, Miss Grey. Do you think I tolerate acts of violence in MY school?”
Replies that Scarlet would make ran through my head.
It’s not your school, it’s Mr Bartholomew’s. Wherever he is.
You seem to be fine with violence when you’re the one inflicting it.
You seem to take pleasure in it, in fact.
But I didn’t have a death wish. I had to say something …
There was a whooshing sound and suddenly there was a line of stinging pain blazing across my face. Ouch! Miss Fox had just hit me with her cane. I clutched at my cheek.
“WELL?” she said.
“No, Miss Fox,” I said. My teeth were gritted and it came out as a low hiss.
She stood up straight. “Both of you are despicable. I’ve a good mind to write to your parents and –” she paused as her eyes fell on me and swiftly changed tack – “No, I think we need a more severe punishment in this case.”
Penny gulped and wiped her nose with her sleeve.
Miss Fox began to pace up and down. I got the feeling she was stalling while she tried to think of the most horrible thing she could do to us. Either that or she just enjoyed prolonging our suffering, which was incredibly likely.
After what seemed like several hours, she snapped her fingers and turned to face me. “So,” she said, “there is obviously some quarrel between you two?”
I wasn’t going to say a word, but Penny took this as a golden opportunity. “Oh yes, Miss. She’s up to no good. I don’t think she’s ever been up to good!”
Miss Fox nodded and then her face stretched into a grin not unlike the one worn by Wilhelmina.
“I think, then, you will thoroughly enjoy spending every night this week cleaning the dining hall after dinner, TOGETHER, since you both made such a mess.”
“Oh no,” I whispered.
Penny slammed her fists down on the floor. “But Miss …” she started to protest.
Miss Fox’s cane swished up and stopped just short of Penny’s horrified face. “Don’t you ‘But Miss’ me! You will do as I say. And just for that, you can sit next to each other in every lesson as well.”
My mouth dropped open.
“And if I hear ONE SINGLE COMPLAINT from either of you, you will be cleaning up after breakfast and lunch as well. Do I make myself clear?”
I nodded solemnly. Penny wisely followed suit.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Miss Fox cupped a hand to her ear dramatically.
“Yes, Miss Fox,” we both said.
“Good,” she replied, and walked back over to her chair. She sat down heavily, took a fountain pen from the mouth of the unfortunate dog on her desk and began to write something down in a notebook.
Penny turned and glared at me. There were tears in her eyes and her face was a mess.
You started it, I mouthed at her.
She gritted her teeth and her nose wrinkled in disgust. But as I watched, her expression began to turn hopeful.
“Does this mean … we aren’t going to get a beating?” she asked.
Miss Fox didn’t even look up from her desk. “Oh no,” she said. “You’re still getting a beating. But since you wasted my time, I’m going to waste yours.”
“What?”
“I have some paperwork to do for the next hour. You can wait until then.”
Penny and I glanced at each other in shared horror, momentarily forgetting our mutual hatred.
“Where should we wait?”
“Right there. In silence. Or else.”
Penny spent most of the time rocking back and forth and muttering things under her breath. At least I had spent my time productively, or gathering useless knowledge, depending on which way you looked at it. After an hour, she looked like a nervous wreck. I would have guessed that she’d had beatings before, but maybe not. Miss Fox gave her twenty lashes across her knuckles, and she sobbed and whimpered the whole time.
I told myself that if I could just act like Scarlet, if I could stay strong, I would be all right. So I stood there, fists clenched as the cane bit into my skin. I knew it would sting for days.
And all I could think was: get through this for Scarlet.
Afterwards, the Fox waved us out of her office without even a second glance. I was expecting Penny’s usual bile as soon as the door slammed shut, but she was gone in seconds, running towards the stairs in tears.
As I traipsed back to room thirteen, I contemplated the rest of my punishment. A whole week with Penny – ugh. Making us both suffer the pleasure of one another’s company while at the same time preventing us from getting up to anything individually. Miss Fox was pure evil.
I opened the door gingerly, my hands feeling like they were on fire. It didn’t help when, a few moments later, Ariadne jumped on me.
“OH MY GOODNESS! I can’t believe you slapped Penny, oh my goodness, what happened? Did you get punished? Oh, it was BRILLIANT! You should have seen the look on her face!”
Despite everything, I had to laugh. I gently pushed Ariadne away. “It was pretty good,” I said, croakily.
Ariadne finally appeared to realise that I was feeling a little fragile. “Did Miss Fox keep you in her office this whole time?”
“Yes,” I coughed, showing her my hands. Ariadne fetched a glass of water from her bedside table and placed it on mine. I shuffled over to my own bed and sank down on to the mattress. “Thanks.”
The water tasted like heaven, my mouth was so dry. Ariadne waited patiently until I’d drunk most of the glass and was able to talk again.
“Miss Fox is a fan of cruel and unusual punishment.”
Ariadne sat down on her bed and grimaced. “Was it scorpions?”
I blinked at her. “No.” Then, “Perhaps worse. I’ve been sentenced to spend extra time with Penny.”
Ariadne’s face summed up exactly how I felt. “Oh, yuck.”
“Precisely.”
There was a knocking on the door and the matron peered around it. “Lights out now, girls,” she said, sternly.
“Yes, Miss!” squeaked Ariadne. I got the feeling she was really keen to avoid any rule breaking, lest she be ordered to follow Penny around too.
The matron nodded her approval. “Sleep well,” she said, and pulled the door shut.
Ariadne breathed out. “Phew.” Then, as she climbed into bed, she turned to me. “Wait a minute,” she whispered. “Did you find the next bit of the diary?”
I got up and opened the door of the wardrobe, obscuring Ariadne from view. “Yes,” I sighed. I pulled out my nightgown and began to get changed for bed.
“Oh gosh, what did it say?” asked Ariadne from behind the door.
“I almost forgot about it,” I said quietly, as I got into bed.
Ariadne was looking at me expectantly. “Go on, then – where did you find the key to the locker?”
“I figured out what could ‘swallow’ something without being alive.” I cringed a bit as I turned on to my side. “It was in Wilhelmina, the skeleton.”
“Ooooh,” said Ariadne.
“I had to stick my hand inside her skull. Then I went to the locker and found the pages.”
“Yes, and …?” said Ariadne, wide-eyed.
“Apparently this Violet girl was spying on people. She was always acting suspiciously, going through Scarlet’s things, making notes and being all secretive. And then the next entry was about Violet and Penny drawing a picture of her on the blackboard. It was … it was grotesque.”
Suddenly Ariadne pointed a finger at me and gasped. “What if it was them? What if they did something terrible to her? You don’t think …?”
“Hold your horses,” I whispered. “We still don’t know what happened to Scarlet. Or Violet. But I wouldn’t put it past them to do something bad.” Ariadne’s words troubled me.
“Was there a clue at least?”
“Something about ‘searching on our knees’.”
Ariadne sighed. “That could mean a lot of things.”
I didn’t say much more. My hands were killing me and I was exhausted, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep.
Scarlet, the diary, Penny, Violet.
All of it had to be connected, somehow.
When I woke the next day, it was bright outside the thin curtains and I felt pleasantly warm. Then the events from the day before came crashing over me like a tidal wave. Suddenly I was filled with nausea and dread.
I got dressed in a daze and followed Ariadne down to breakfast.
“I hope there will be no trouble today, ladies,” said Mrs Knight, as we sat down in our usual seats.
“We’ll be on our best behaviour, Miss!” replied Ariadne eagerly.
Penny walked in, looking a complete state. Her copper hair resembled a birds’ nest, and her face was deathly pale. She didn’t even bother to glare at me as she passed.
In history I sat at my desk next to Ariadne, the same rose-scented one that had belonged to my twin. Madame Lovelace looked up from the book she was reading. “Scarlet, Penelope,” she said. “I’ve been told you two are to sit together. You –” she looked at Ariadne blankly – “Missy, please swap places.”
Ariadne looked flustered and started picking up her pile of books. I watched as she shuffled over to Penny’s desk. Penny sat down next to me with a thud.
About twenty minutes into the lesson, a piece of paper flicked across on to my desk. I frowned. Then I looked at Penny. She was staring at her exercise book rather too intently.
There, in blotchy blue ink, were the words:
YOU ARE DEAD
Penny didn’t speak to me for the next few lessons, thank goodness. But her note lingered in my mind, looming and threatening.
At least she can’t come with me to ballet, I thought, as I ran to my dorm room to get changed. When I got there, Ariadne was sitting on her bed, pulling on her hockey socks. “I don’t want to go,” she moaned.
“Go where?” I asked.
She motioned to her outfit. “Hockey. It’s a nightmare. Why couldn’t they just let me play croquet?
“Can’t you change to something different? Have you asked?”
She nodded sadly. “They said I’m stuck with it until the end of term. I’m not sure if I’m going to have any legs left by then!”
Poor Ariadne! “Maybe you’ll get better at it,” I said.
Her only response was to stick her tongue out as she picked up her shoes and began lacing them on.
I shivered as I walked into the ballet studio. “It’s getting colder in here,” Miss Finch said, as I passed her. “You’d better start warming up as quickly as possible.”
I walked over to the barre with the other girls and began the exercises. I was in the middle of practising my développé, my leg stretched high in the air, when Miss Finch appeared behind me in the mirror. She was looking at me strangely. “That’s perfect,” she said. I smiled, and she smiled back, but there was a trace of uncertainty in her expression.
At the end of the lesson, we lined up and curtseyed for Miss Finch. She waited until the majority of the class had left the room and I was on my way out, and then suddenly asked, “Can you stay back for a minute?” gesturing at me.
I went over to where she sat at the piano stool. She remained silent until absolutely everyone had left and I heard the door at the top of the stairs bang shut.
“That was some good work today from you, Ivy.”
“Thank you, Miss,” I said.
And then my mouth dropped open.
“I-Ivy?” I stuttered. “What? I … Who’s Ivy?”
Miss Finch waved a hand dismissively. “I know you’re not Scarlet, dear girl. You’re far better behaved, for a start. You like ballet for the sake of ballet, not because you yearn for fame and fortune. You can do your développé perfectly, which Scarlet could never get right. She told me about her twin, so … that’s you, isn’t it? You’re Ivy.”
I dropped to my knees in front of her. “Please,” I begged, “please don’t tell anyone. No one’s supposed to know.”
Miss Finch tipped her head on one side. “What’s all this about? Where’s Scarlet?”
Tears threatened to roll down my cheeks. “She’s dead,” I whispered.
Her expression warped from confusion to pure shock. “Are you serious?”
I nodded.
“How did it happen?”
“I don’t know,” I sobbed. “That’s why I’ve got to stay here and find out. And I can’t tell anyone who I am or else she’ll—” I slammed my mouth shut.
“Ivy, is someone forcing you to act like Scarlet? Because whoever it is …” Suddenly, Miss Finch pushed herself to her feet, leaning heavily on the piano. She clenched her fists tight. “Oh, don’t tell me. I think I know exactly who.”
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