Matilda

One sunny Monday morning year four and year five were on the white
coach traveling to Leeson House. They were all so excited because
it was going to be their first trip away from home.
BANG! Suddenly the bus was full of thick, grey smoke.
“Help!” Someone screamed.
“What’s happening?” Shouted another. One of the naughtiest boys shrieked
“It wasn’t my fault!”
“Of cause it wasn’t your fault you idiotic child!” Their ugly, warty, old troll teacher (Miss Trunchbull) replied. This was the teacher everyone feared. The children trembled in their seats waiting for her next move, hugging each other for safety… She slowly made her way over to Amanda. She was shaking. “Amanda.”
“Yes Miss Trunchbull.”
“What have I told you about your hair?!”
“Um.” She picked Amanda up by her pig tales and swung her round the coach. Every one ducked under their seats.
“Miss Trunchbull was in the Olympics for hammer throw, javelin and shot put.” Lavender whispered to Matilda. Miss Trunchbull had swung Amanda round ten times now and they were both feeling sick and dizzy. Then Miss Trunchbull through Amanda out of the window. CRASH!!! The glass smashed every where. The children were all gathering around Miss Trunchbull wondering if Amanda would make it safely to the ground…