Ready for school
Daffodil Bell looked at herself in the same mirror that her great great grandmother’s best friend had looked at on her first day at boarding. It was nearly time for her to get onto the Tube; Jubilee, Victoria and Northern, she had rehearsed the map. ‘It’s cla-asy,’ said Daffodil, swirling excitedly. ‘A dark green Scottish-style tunic with the classic check as well, accompanied with a simple white shirt. Swe-et!’
Her mother, Mrs Bell, looked at Daffodil sighing. ‘It looks lovely, hon, I wish I had the privilege to go to Malory Towers. I got admission there and all my relatives were pressing for me to join, but then there was Arlington High. What a pity,’ she lamented.
Daffodil was sure excited. She was going to boarding school for the first time ever, the same school that seemed to write the history of her family.
Her suitcase was chock full of things. On the side was written in big black letters DAFFODIL BELL. On the labels were the letters MT for Malory Towers. Her little sister, Jennylyn, swooped in. ‘Do you need me for any-thing?’ her sister gabbled. Daffodil signed to her that she was okay and that she was very jittery. Jennylyn was half-deaf and however the family were still experts at BSL.
The station wasn’t far off from their house so when they arrived. Mrs Bell jumped onto the station office. ‘Your Oyster Card, ma’am?’ the warden grimly said. Daffodil had rehearsed what she was meant to say. ‘New ticket application please, my name is Daffodil Fern Bell, passport over here, birth cert here, and the form,’ she gabbled. ’Oyster card order number is STTG48H2VQ7’. The man grimaced for a while grunting slowly then handed her a brand-new Oyster card. She gave a quick word of thanks then swiftly got onto the Tube to take her to the New World.
Daffodil was so jittery that her sister calmed her down. ‘Ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Daffodil, it’s going to be okay,’ Jennylyn murmured sweetly. ‘Look! There’s a special train for Malory Towers!’ Daffodil smiled. ‘I’m in South Tower, opposite Granny’s but anyways, gotta go huh, it’s not 1800s, okay Mum, there’s WiFi and stuff,’ she sighed. Jennylyn hugged her and Daffodil looked at the long train in front of her, the one for her school. It looked very much like the train that her favourite film was made on. It’s known as ‘Tulip Girls’. A teacher came up to her. ‘Hello there, I am Miss Lamb,’ she said smiling. ‘Are you Daffodil Fern Bell?’ Daffodil shook her head. ‘I am sorry but I am known as Daffy or Daffodil Bell please,’ she dwindled. She signalled Daffodil to come up into her carriage.
A cheeky-faced girl with jet-black ‘printer-ink’ hair smiled at Daffy. ’I’m Monique, Monique Adams, she loudly ‘declared’. Monique and Daffy exchanged random conversations and that was the beginning of their adventure at Malory Towers.
At one point, one cafeteria staff came down the isle sharing dried coconut and mango. Daffodil couldn’t help but stop and talk to her. She reminded her of how Monique said that her mother had once been to Malory Towers. The woman was called Delia. Delia grinned, ‘I was once in boarding at MT, you know but then I had a serious financially problem then I had to drop out’ she sighed.
Delia then began to share her memories. ‘It was a good school then. It was not the same anymore. It’s too techy-whizzy new thingy. This generation. My husband thought that we should get a house in town,’ she shook her head. Delia’s name tag had her name as Dora. Daffodil couldn’t help but grin. ‘Let’s talk more,’ she beamed but then the train driver sent a message through that they were near the destination and then Delia ‘Dora’ had to scuttle long.
Daffodil Bell looked at herself in the same mirror that her great great grandmother’s best friend had looked at on her first day at boarding. It was nearly time for her to get onto the Tube; Jubilee, Victoria and Northern, she had rehearsed the map. ‘It’s cla-asy,’ said Daffodil, swirling excitedly. ‘A dark green Scottish-style tunic with the classic check as well, accompanied with a simple white shirt. Swe-et!’ Her mother, Mrs Bell, looked at Daffodil sighing. ‘It looks lovely, hon, I wish I had the privilege to go to Malory Towers. I got admission there and all my relatives were pressing for me to join, but then there was Arlington High. What a pity,’ she lamented. Daffodil was sure excited. She was going to boarding school for the first time ever, the same school that seemed to write the history of her family. Her suitcase was chock full of things. On the side was written in big black letters DAFFODIL BELL. On the labels were the letters MT for Malory Towers. Her little sister, Jennylyn, swooped in. ‘Do you need me for any-thing?’ her sister gabbled. Daffodil signed to her that she was okay and that she was very jittery. Jennylyn was half-deaf and however the family were still experts at BSL. The station wasn’t far off from their house so when they arrived. Mrs Bell jumped onto the station office. ‘Your Oyster Card, ma’am?’ the warden grimly said. Daffodil had rehearsed what she was meant to say. ‘New ticket application please, my name is Daffodil Fern Bell, passport over here, birth cert here, and the form,’ she gabbled. ’Oyster card order number is STTG48H2VQ7’. The man grimaced for a while grunting slowly then handed her a brand-new Oyster card. She gave a quick word of thanks then swiftly got onto the Tube to take her to the New World. Daffodil was so jittery that her sister calmed her down. ‘Ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Daffodil, it’s going to be okay,’ Jennylyn murmured sweetly. ‘Look! There’s a special train for Malory Towers!’ Daffodil smiled. ‘I’m in South Tower, opposite Granny’s but anyways, gotta go huh, it’s not 1800s, okay Mum, there’s WiFi and stuff,’ she sighed. Jennylyn hugged her and Daffodil looked at the long train in front of her, the one for her school. It looked very much like the train that her favourite film was made on. It’s known as ‘Tulip Girls’. A teacher came up to her. ‘Hello there, I am Miss Lamb,’ she said smiling. ‘Are you Daffodil Fern Bell?’ Daffodil shook her head. ‘I am sorry but I am known as Daffy or Daffodil Bell please,’ she dwindled. She signalled Daffodil to come up into her carriage. A cheeky-faced girl with jet-black ‘printer-ink’ hair smiled at Daffy. ’I’m Monique, Monique Adams, she loudly ‘declared’. Monique and Daffy exchanged random conversations and that was the beginning of their adventure at Malory Towers. At one point, one cafeteria staff came down the isle sharing dried coconut and mango. Daffodil couldn’t help but stop and talk to her. She reminded her of how Monique said that her mother had once been to Malory Towers. The woman was called Delia. Delia grinned, ‘I was once in boarding at MT, you know but then I had a serious financially problem then I had to drop out’ she sighed. Delia then began to share her memories. ‘It was a good school then. It was not the same anymore. It’s too techy-whizzy new thingy. This generation. My husband thought that we should get a house in town,’ she shook her head. Delia’s name tag had her name as Dora. Daffodil couldn’t help but grin. ‘Let’s talk more,’ she beamed but then the train driver sent a message through that they were near the destination and then Delia ‘Dora’ had to scuttle long. Monique turned to a girl next to her on her iPhone. It was the latest model that had just come out of the Apple Store. ‘Marisa! MARISA! Say hi to um, Daffodil; no Daffy,’ she screamed. ‘Hi! I’m Marisa! Um, do you have TikTok? Or Instagram or Snapchat? What’s your Snap ID?’ she raved as she flicked her black-and-brown highlighted curls. Daffodil stared at her for a long time and then nodded delicately. She did have snapchat. ‘It is 4502.10-J932A-8H7O-C7K5E-LF87.5.’ Monique gulped in horror. ‘OMG!’ she screamed. ’ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU OKAY? DO YOU NEED MEDICA-’she yelled as sweat dripped her forehead messing up her 5-hour long makeup. Miss Lamb walked in on the hyperventilating, screaming Marisa and gave a death-stare. Daffodil turned the other direction and saw two girls sitting close by each other. They were Aimee and Savannah. They were sitting with a folder in front of them and their hair were tucked behind their ears and staring blankly into their iPods. ‘Hello there Daffy,’ Aimee suddenly squeaked. Daffodil nodded. ‘I see you have a Snapchat.’ She soon adjusted her eyes then sighed, ‘Oops, MP3 players are always better!’. Suddenly, the bus shot a corner then a large building came into sight.
