Shasha at Malory Towers

Mam'zelle's treek!

Mam'zelle frowned over the catalogue that she stole from Miss Potts. She flipped through each page, scanning for a suitable trick to play on the girls.
"Aha!" Mam'zelle suddenly exclaimed. Miss Potts raised her head and gave her a surprised look. Mam'zelle quickly crossed her arms on top of the catalogue, grinning at her. "Ahoy, Miss Potty! Uh! Miss Potts!"
Miss Potts narrowed her eyes.
"What are you doing, Mam'zelle?" Miss Potts asked without beating around the bush.
"Nothing, I just thought of saying hallo!" Mam'zelle said with a wide grin. "I read somewhere that pirates addressed each other as Ahoy! What is an Ahoy?"
"Look it up in a dictionary..." Miss Potts said, going back to her paperwork. She shook her head and continued marking the girls' exercise books.
Mam'zelle immediately went back to the catalogue. She circled the number with a blue pen, and noted the number. As soon as Miss Potts left for class, Mam'zelle dialled the number.
"Yes, to Mam'zelle Dupont, Mallory Towers," Mam'zelle confirmed. "Yes yes, I'm a teacher, not student."
She hung up and grinned maliciously.

Darrell sat on a bench and tightened her shoelaces. She tied her short black hair up into a tiny ponytail at the back of her head.
"Break a leg!" A familiar voice cheerfully supported. Darrell turned around and saw Sally, her red hair tightly plaited to the back. "And I don't mean that literally. I know how rough lacrosse is..."
"Go Darrell!" Shasha cheered loudly, sitting on the front row seat, next to Sophia, a box of popcorn on her lap. "Do Mallory Towers proud!"
Darrell turned and grinned at her. Sally laughed.
"Do you guys mind bagging a seat next to you?" Sally said. "You two booked the best spots!"
"There's one right here," Shasha said, patting the seat next to her. "Just sit here."
Sally grinned and left Darrell when the rest of the players arrived. Darrell did join them a bit before having a practice round with her teammates.
"You're gonna do amazing, trust me," Sally said supportively. "Just... just don't break anyone's limbs in the process."
Darrell playfully raised her lacrosse stick and made as if she wanted to hit her. Sally retreated, laughing.

Mam'zelle looked at herself in the teachers' bathroom mirror. She took out a small plastic case from her bag and opened it. Two tiny lenses stared back at her. Though they weren't real, it did creep Mam'zelle out a little.
She gulped and washed her hands. She picked one of the lenses and went closer to the mirror. She carefully placed the lens on top of her right iris. She blinked a few times and looked at herself in the mirror.
She looked like a demon with heterochromia.
Mam'zelle shuddered and picked the other lens up. She placed that lens in her beady black eye and blinked a few times, causing a few drop of tears to roll down her face.
Tiens! Mam'zelle thought as she looked at herself.
The bathroom's main door opened and Mam'zelle quickly slipped on a pair of sunglasses. Miss Potts saw her and smiled.
"Having a last minute primp, I see?" Miss Potts said with a chuckle. "Well, you look good, Mam'zelle."
Mam'zelle nodded with a grin and left the bathroom as soon as Miss Potts entered a stall. She went to the lacrosse field and saw that most of the students were there, including some of the parents.
"Mam'zelle!" Miss Peters called. "Excuse me, Mr. Wilbur, I'll be right back."
She went towards Mam'zelle and told her that the Wilburs wanted to speak to her about their daughter's performance in french class.
Mam'zelle went towards them and spoke, keeping her sunglasses on. Mrs. Wilbur thought that it was a little queer that she was wearing sunglasses while speaking to them.
"She almost failed french last month," Mr. Wilbur said. "We also realised that her grades have been going up and down, especially for french. Is there a reason behind it, Mam'zelle?"
"I do not know," Mam'zelle said. "She has been doing well in my class. But sometimes... I don't take the class. The other french mistress does."
Mam'zelle Dupont looked around for the other Frenchwoman and grinned.
"Mam'zelle Rougier!" Mam'zelle called as soon as she caught sight of the bony woman with her hair tied in a bun behind her head. She turned back to the Wilburs and flashed them a smile. "Excusez-moi, Monsieur, Madame."
She ran off and told Mam'zelle Rougier that they wanted to speak with her.
"Au revoir!" Mam'zelle said with a grin. "That's what you get for messing with my girls' grades."
She lowered her sunglasses a little and winked her strangely coloured eyes. Mam'zelle Rougier stared at the red-rimmed green irises in shock. Mam'zelle Dupont chuckled and ran off.
"Mam'zelle, a word with you!" Mrs. Wilbur called.
Mam'zelle Rougier was forced to explain herself

The match had begun, and Darrell played with all her heart. Her friends sat in the front row, cheering for her as loud as they could. Some even stole some of Shasha's popcorn, or even brought their own lot to not share with anyone.
Like Gwendoline...
She was surprised when Mam'zelle suddenly slipped into the seat next to her.
"Bonjour, ma petite!" Mam'zelle cheerfully greeted. "Nice match?"
Gwendoline smiled and went back to her popcorn, feeling awkward with her small talk with Mam'zelle.
The plump woman suddenly tapped her on the shoulder. Gwendoline inwardly groaned and turned to her with a smile.
"Ah!" Gwen uttered, recoiling as soon as she spotted Mam'zelle's eyes.
She grabbed her popcorn stash and fled. She ran into Bill, who was walking around in riding breeches for some reason.
"Watch where you're going!" Bill warned. Then she realised how Gwen looked as if she's seen a ghost. "Is everything alright?"
"Bill!" Gwen exclaimed, clutching onto Bill's clothes, much to her surprise. "Something's wrong with Mam'zelle!"
"Oh come on, there's always something wrong with Mam'zelle Rougier!" Bill said with a chuckle. "I even saw her patiently explaining how bad a girl is to her unfortunate parents."
"No, not Mam'zelle Rougier!" Gwen said, the popcorn box shaking in her hand. "Mam'zelle Dupont!"
"What happened to her?" Bill asked in surprise. "She's not hurt or anything now, is she?"
"No!" Gwen said, vigorously shaking her head. "It's... it's her eyes!"
"What, is she blind?!" Bill asked in shock, fearing something bad had happened to her favourite Frenchwoman. "Where is she now?"
Gwen pointed a shaking finger at where Mam'zelle sat. Bill rushed off to her to have a look. Gwen stayed away, her popcorn box safely in her arms.

Bill went towards Mam'zelle and saw her happily cheering for Mallory Towers.
"Play up, Mallory Towers!" Mam'zelle cheered along with the girls in front of her. "Play up!"
"Mam'zelle?" Bill said, taking the seat next to her. "Are you okay?"
Mam'zelle took her glasses off and flashed her new weird eyes. Bill gulped and started tapping the nearest thing, which happened to be Alicia's shoulder.
Alicia turned around, annoyed, and saw a flustered Bill behind her.
"What do you want?" Alicia asked, annoyed with being interrupted from a delightful match. "Stop doing that!"
Bill pointed at Mam'zelle next to her. Alicia looked and gasped. She tugged at Betty's sleeve, who in turn screamed, then it spread around the girls.
Sophia fell off her chair in fear while Shasha gave a loud scream. Sally looked too and shrieked.

Hey guys! Sorry, I've been neglecting this book since forever! But don't worry, it's ending soon! This is one of the last chapters, and as you can see, it's one of the last days for their term too! And as for Mam'zelle's trick, it's a tribute to how she walked around with false teeth in one of the books to get back at her students. Gosh, I wish I had a teacher like Mam'zelle. Or better yet, classmates like Alicia and Betty! My classmates are really boring, even the class clowns. They never thought of doing stuff like this to the teachers lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!
P. S. I'll try to finish this book within this week!
Happy Reading!