Hostel Monitoring by Faelin Mimi (classic books to read .txt) 📕

The sound at the headmistress’s office woke me up. As I tossed and turned as I heard her speak to someone. “Yes,” she said. “Your room is Room #18. Yes, and is your family well and happy? Alright, now you can go.” I went to my window from which I could see the headmistress, Mrs. Gallerton, in her study, talking. It sounded as there were some transfer students. And I guessed that she knew them very well. Before I could think anymore, I dropped off to sleep.

I woke up, hearing my alarm clock. Kate, my room-mate had already gone to class. Damn! The alarm must’ve gone off late again, as usual!

I thought as I put on my clothes. I hurried up to class. Prudence, my best friend, or rather who had been my best friend was also there. We had quarreled last week. It happened like this, it was holidays last week and every student could go home. But my family was moving and I didn’t get time to visit Prudence. During the holidays, she had had measles and I couldn’t even visit her and bring her flowers. And that’s the reason why we quarreled. And it’s not finished yet. I want to apologize to her but every time I go to her, she just turns her back on me.
We finished classes and I was on my way to my lockers when I heard a splash from the washroom, which was just by the way. I dropped my books and went back. I saw two students- one male and the other female- splashing a hose at a poor little black kitten with green eyes. I recognized them: the transfer students! I was petrified but before I could do anything, someone pushed me back and marched into the washroom. It was Prudence. “Enough of it!” she said.
The students glared at her, and then burst out laughing. “The little brat’s trying to stop us! We don’t like people who poke their noses into everything!” said the boy.
“Really? Well, I don’t like people who waste precious water!” said Prudence, indignantly and snatched the hose. I stood there amazed as I saw her splashing the water on their shoes. “Ugh! You ruined my new shoes!” shrieked the girl. But before they could do anything Prudence walked out of the washroom. Prudence was always very determined, ready to do anything, however risky it was and she is exactly the opposite of me. I shrugged my shoulders and went to my locker.

As I was keeping my things in the locker, an idea struck me. Anyway, I wanted to make friends with her again so what’s better than a gift and a letter to apologize to her! As soon as the day was done, I went to my room, relieved to find that Kate wasn’t there. I took out my sketch-pens and a piece of paper. And in my best hand writing I wrote a letter that went this way:

Dear Prue,
I’m so sorry for offending you. I never meant not to care for you and I’m sorry for not telling you the reason that I was moving my home. I wish to be your BFF again. Hope you understand.
Love
Gabriel

I then took out one of my little gift boxes and laid some soft pink tissue inside it. Then I thought of what I can give her as a gift. I searched my cupboard. At last I took out some colorful stones and pearls from a box and made a friendship band. Then I carefully put it in the box, closed it and attached the letter to it. Now, I thought how could I give it to her? I thought for a long time and then got a brilliant idea. I headed straight to the rooftop. I knew how to pick locks and soon I reached the top of Prudence’s room and went in through a door, used by electricians to fix the lights. I place it in her bunk-bed neatly and went again, locking the door neatly. Then as it was almost night I had the dinner and went to sleep.

I woke in up the morning. Then I remembered about yesterday. I rushed into class, late as usual. Prudence was there, but this time she didn’t ignore me. Using a secret language that we had made up before, she told me to visit her after lunch in her room. I nodded and went to her after lunch. Luckily, there was no one but Prudence. She smiled but after trying hard not to cry, she burst into tears and hugged me.
“I’m so sorry for that misunderstanding,” she sobbed uncontrollably.
“It’s alright, everything’s fine now,” I told. “I’m sorry too, for not informing you.” I felt so happy in being friends again and I, too, burst into tears.

Now that we were friends again, we did everything together: from dressing up to studying together. I wanted to be in her room, and luckily there came one day. That day the college room-mates were shuffled into other rooms randomly and Prudence was with me ! 

Yes, so we were able to spend all our time together! It was a very happy and lively week. We shopped at Sundays, when we had one day holidays but we weren’t allowed to visit our family. 

As we were walking to our lockers, Prudence was talking continuously. “Those bullies, they hurt that poor kitty! Afterwards, when you were not there I saw them chasing him. But they were in front of the headmistress’s study-window. She wasn’t there though.”
“Those kids are transfer students,” I began and told her all that I knew.
“Well! I never knew you were too keen on peeping,” she said. “But I guess I’ll at least have to save that kitty! I wonder what he’s doing now…”
The answer came almost immediately. A loud crash came followed by a yowl- of a cat! Prudence dashed out, followed by me. The two kids were there, again, and they had flung the poor kitten on the floor by his tail. Prue was learning karate and boxing so she did her best to stop them. Once she had them down, she took the kitten and rushed into our room, again followed by me.

I came in time to see her caressing the kitten. He was lying in her bed with his leg bleeding. “Is he alright?” I asked.
“Yeah, only for his bleeding leg.” replied Prue, a bit relieved. “He couldn’t stand up properly. I think we can adopt him.”
“But- but pets aren’t allowed here!” I said.
“Shh…” she said, softly. “He’s sick now. We can’t leave him like this. He needs good care.” Prudence was always astonishingly kind and gentle towards animals. The kitten was already purring and Prue gave him some water.
“What about his food?” I asked.
“Hmm, yeah you’re right,” she said. “We’ll see. If- if someone can help… I know! During the summer holidays, we could buy something for him. And hide it somewhere.”
“You’re really silly,” said I. “They’ll find out.”
Prue looked worried. “What’ll we do? He’s not well.”
“Let’s look at the bright side now and give him