Elizabeth Allen (Your POV) x Julian Holland

Last Term at Whyteleafe (And After)

Hey guys! So I know that Enid Blyton's books are excellent, but I imagined what the characters will do in the future! I've portrayed them all as I imagined, and remember that I have imagined them as top formers, somewhere around 17 and 18 years and as this is Elizabeth Allen's POV, enjoy imagining yourselves as the Naughtiest Girl! So all I can say is- hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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I was no longer known as The Naughtiest Girl and the nickname was almost forgotten, though still recalled by some of my classmates at times. Losing myself in my thoughts, I prepared to head back to Whyteleafe for my final term.

A sense of gloom had settled about me but as I put on my uniform, I smiled slightly as I remembered all the fond memories I had made throughout my time at Whyteleafe, from my frequent attempts to be sent home, to the time when I had been promoted as Head Girl as I folded down the creases of my navy tunic. If anyone had told me when I first arrived at Whyteleafe that I would end up as Head Girl, I would've certainly laughed in their face.

Last times were always horrid, but I was determined not to let that affect my remaining precious time at Whyteleafe. Straightening up at the sound of Mother calling me, I headed off downstairs lost in my thoughts, forgetting to run down two at a time as I usually did.

Though Mother noticed my odd behavior, she said nothing and was very understanding, for which I was thankful. Dragging my trunk away from its corner and down the front steps, I followed Mother as she walked towards our car, where Father was waiting. Smiling apologetically at him for the wait, I hauled my trunk in and got in the back. Since Joan had left Whyteleafe last term, I couldn't wait to see Julian, Patrick, Jenny, and the rest.

Watching as the tall buildings around me whisked past, I briefly wondered whether the journey from my home to the train station lasted this short. But leaving the thought aside, I leaned back and made myself more comfortable, looking out of the window for a glance of any of my friends, especially for a certain green-eyed and untidy-haired boy.

The car came to a halt outside a teeming platform full of chattering students as they rushed across the platform, catching up on everything and exchanging news at top speed. I smiled fondly, remembering my friends and me doing the same throughout the years. Though, I thought regretfully, as top formers, we couldn't be doing what our juniors were doing. It was our duty set an example for them. As if they'll ever be responsible.

Opening the door, I walked out and accepted my trunk which Father had already taken out. Hugging him, I straightened up, tucking some stray hair behind my ear, and watched as he walked around the car to get to the driver's seat.

He waved back, grinning. "Mind you enjoy this term!"

"I will!" I said, mirroring his grin with a smile of my own. I turned around, dragging my trunk towards the train at a dignified pace. Halfway across the platform, I was surrounded by friends who swarmed around me.

"Elizabeth!" said Kathleen, no longer the small rosy-cheeked girl, but tall, with shiny dark hair braided and tied with blue ribbon.

"Plan to be the Naughtiest Girl this term?" asked Martin, whose blue eyes had deepened in color and dark hair contrasted with his eyes and skin.

"Of course not!" I said, laughing. "I'm sure that one of the juniors can have my nickname now. There are many candidates suitable for it." I waved at them and went off to find the carriage my friends were in.

I climbed in one of the doors and turned around. Scanning the platform, I searched for Julian, hoping for him to pop out of the crowd somewhere with his familiar goblin-like grin and brushing his lock of untidy black hair aside. Not finding him anywhere, I sighed and turned around, continuing towards our usual carriage halfway across the train. Perhaps I'll find him there.