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

a name,” said I.
“I know!” said Prudence. “We’ll name him Galaxy.”
“Umm, is it suitable for him?”
“Nope, I know,” she said. “I wonder…”
“Mew,” said the kitten, suddenly.
“You want to be named ‘Mew’?” I laughed.
“Mew.”
“Hmm… What about Storm?” I suggested. The kitten rubbed against me and licked my hand. “You like the name?” asked Prudence to the kitten. “I do.”
“Meow!” said the kitten.
“So it’s decided,” said Prue, happily. “Storm.”
The kitten climbed onto my lap and kitten my hand again. Chapter: 7

“Do you think those kids are bullying again?” asked Prue quietly to me in the classroom. It was a free period and we were free.
“Yeah,” I said. “As a matter of fact, it was just yesterday that Brietta, the girl, bullied someone in the ballet class when the tutor wasn’t looking.”
“Why didn’t you stop her?” demanded Prudence.
“Well, I didn’t know how to.”
“You’re- a pussy cat! You don’t know how to do anything!” hissed Prudence, angrily.
I laughed. Obviously, she laughed too; she couldn’t bear the idea of being laughed at. Just then, the bell rang and we went to the cafeteria.
We were having burgers and talked together. “Brietta was talking that day to Brian the other kid about you,” I giggled and then spoke like her. “‘Oh, Brian, that rude girl pushed me into the mud and got my dress ruined! And my new shoes the other day! I can't stand it!’” We laughed. We got up to wash our hands. “ I guess those kids are onto something again, Prue said, as we heard a loud crash at the playground. We rushed there and found Brietta and Brian bullying a girl of about our age. They were beating her up with Brian’s cricket bat. I was shocked. Ow I thought. Too harsh.
Once again, Prudence got them down, flung the girl on her back (she was too light) and rushed to the medical room.
“She’ll have to stay here for a week,” said the doctor. “And you’ll have to inform the headmistress about those kids, whoever they are.”
I shivered. If Brietta and Brian were related to Mrs. Gallerton, she would certainly support them.

But Prue was quite firm about this. “We have to complain about them,” she told me as she dragged me to the headmistress’s room. We or rather Prue, complained about the two students. “H’m, let me see,” was all that the headmistress said.

Chapter: 8

We never knew whether Mrs. Gallerton saw to it. We never got another news, but the problem was Brietta and Brian had got the news. It wouldn't be a problem for Prue but it's be certainly for me.

One day, we were having our lunch down in the school field. It was a lovly aftrnoon, in the heavnly field, which was covered with blossoms of all kind: tulips, liies, marigolds, daffodils. 

"So, what'll we do about these kids?" I asked, taking my third cupcake. "I don't think the headmistress'd see to them."

"Me neither," said Prue, thoughtfully. "But don't worry, Gab, I'll see to them." 

We decided to go and see the girl Prue'd rescued. 

She smiled at us when we went. "I didn't introduce myself yet," she said, sweetly. "I'm Claire."

"Ah, I see," said Prudence. "I'm Prudence and this is my best friend, Gabriel."

"Thanks for yesterday," said Claire. "I'm so grateful."

"S'alright," said Prue. She didn't say anything else cause she couldn't think of anything.

Then as we came back to the field, we saw Brietta and Brian. Brian caught sight of us and scowled. Prue scowled back.

Chapter: 9

"It's those kids again," Brian whispered to Brietta.He tried to kick Prue but she was a bit too fast for him.

"Gab, do something fast!" Prue yelled as she saw Brietta coming over.

"What?" I yelled back.

"JUST. DO SOMETHING!!!!!!!!" she said. Without even thinking I tried my acrobatics and ballet. I whirled round with my leg out and succeeded in tripping Brietta over. By that time, our class-teacher Miss Roberts came up.

"What's the matter? Stop it at once, children!" she said, sternly. Prue told her all that had happened.

"I don't want any more bullying from you two," she told Brian and Brietta. "And, Prudence and Gabriel, don't you go in a fight anymore. Just inform me."

"Yes," we both replied, polietly, though I could see Prue was wanting to punch them again. Brietta and Brian only scowled. Serves them right, I thought.

Chapter: 10

We soon made friends with Claire. She was just the complete opposite of Prue, though: girly, sweet and timid. She was very shopaholic but Prue wouldn't go with her. I had to convince them.

"I' not going with that girly. Ugh, can't even think of her," says Prue, rudely.

"I'm not so disgusting as you say," sobs Claire, almost in tears.

"Shut up, you two," I'd link my hand in each of them. "Prue, your being too rude. And Claire, don't sob so. You're not a baby anymore!"

Prue would snort. Claire would hang onto me until I'd have to push her off. Then as we'd go shopping, Prue would pull me to a side and Claire would pull me to another. While Prue liked the sports sections, Claire loved the make-up and dressing sections. She would show-off in the newest pretty dresses. I liked neither, I'd rather go to the section of books or music.

And so went any days of happiness.

A Note:

I've deleted two parts or chapters of this story, it just seems crazy. so very sorry to all the readers [if there are any]. Bye.

~Faelin

Chapter: 11

Winter holidays had passed off so quickly. I and Prudence went to our home and stayed at each others' house and so on. But at last we got ready to go back to our high school again. It was fun meeting other friends again.

"Hey, Jennifer, Jessica, how were you?" asked Prue to the two identical twins. They nodded happily.

"Awesome! We went to Clear-water Beach at Florida with our parents! Went swimming and all!"

"So lucky," I said and saw Claire coming. "How were you?" I asked her.

"Well, I got on okay," said Claire, soberly.

"What is it?" I asked, softly.

"I'll tell you later," she replied. 

Later on, as I was going to the music-room to practice by myself, Claire came running up.

"Hey, Claire," I said and then remembered something. "What's wrong? You look so woebegone."

"Well, I feel woebegone," said Claire. "You see, my father's been very ill. It started some weeks before and I'm afraid the doctors ill have bad news." She looked down and scratched the floor with her toe. "You know what I mean."

"Yes, I do," I said, trying to be kind. I put my arm around her, for I didn't know what else to do. "It's alright, I hope your father will recover soon. Don't worry."

"Thanks," she said, tears flowing from her eyes.. "I hope so too."

As I went to the music-room, I wished with all my heart that I could do something to help Claire. But what can I do other than hoping for the best and comforting her? I know she would have her mother, too, but no one else, for she had no siblings.

I played the piano at the music-room. I practiced every day and always hoped that I would be taken for the concert coming soon.