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A Chav at the Chalet School by Willow and Em -repost

#1: A Chav at the Chalet School by Willow and Em -repost Author: Le Petite Em, Location: Cheltenham

Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 9:12 pm

We are reposting this as we have a few more drabbles to follow which take place in the Chav universe and we wanted to make sure that people understood who Kylie Jones was!! Hope you enjoy reading or re-reading it, as I did!! Laughing

This is the first part of two.

“You’ve been caught shop-lifting with items to the value of £20, even though you have already been cautioned on numerous occasions. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I dunno. Everyone does it.” Kylie shrugged. God, this gavver just didn’t get it. She needed that make-up and perfume to look cool- how else would she keep up her reputation as the most up to date chav in the town?
The police officer opposite her raised his eyebrows. “Everyone does it? Oh dear I must be missing out on something here. This country must be very poor if everyone steals,” he replied sarcastically.
Kylie groaned. “Shut up. It’s not stealing.”
There was a silence as the police officer puzzled over Kylie’s sense of morality and picked up the phone.
“Do you have to tell my parents?”
Police Constable Brown looked into the deep, hazel eyes that stared back at him and, for a moment, thought he could see some worry, some caring side of the 15 year old in them.
“What d’you think you’re starin’ at?”
And then it was gone.

With a sigh, Lucy Jones put down the phone and slumped back in a soft, blue armchair. She’d just done a long, hard day’s work at the office and to come home to this… Well, it was disappointing to say the least.
“Lu, I’m home!” Tall, handsome and extremely supportive, Matthew Jones was one of those husbands that every girl wishes for. Lucy had met him when she was 14, and it had been love at first sight. “Had a good day, darling?” he asked, walking jauntily into the living room. He stopped short at the sight of Lucy, in the armchair, looking down at the phone in her lap. He knew what that meant.
“What’s Ky done this time?”
Lucy looked at Matthew with deeply troubled eyes. “Stolen from Boots. She had cosmetics to the value of £20, and PC Brown said she doesn’t regret it!” Her lip trembled and she lowered her eyes. “What are we going to do Matthew? Kylie’s our baby. What have we done wrong?”
By now Matthew was perched on the arm of the chair, with his own arm around Lucy’s slender shoulders. “We’ve done nothing wrong. We’ve taught Kylie right from wrong just like good parents should, and we’ve always been here to help and look out for her. It’s Kylie’s own fault that she’s in this mess. She got in with the wrong crowd at senior school, that Chardonnay in particular, and there was nothing we could do about it. She’s growing up and she needs to make decisions and learn from her mistakes.” He squeezed Lucy’s shoulders and she gave a faint smile.
“I suppose you’re right, as always,” she said, “But how can we help her?”
“Well, there’s another one of those ‘Talk 2 Teen’ guru people down at the community centre tonight, and he’s doing private sessions. He might be able to assist us in our small predicament.” Matthew was very in to community help and guidance, and his enthusiasm encouraged Lucy.
“There’s always a chance. I think…” she cut off suddenly as there was a sharp knock at the front door. “She’s back, Matt. Let’s put her on house arrest and run for it, before she changes our minds! You answer the door and I’ll get our coats. Go!”
The plan sprang into action, as the couple tried to help their off-the-rails daughter.
“Rosalie come here a minute” called Hilda from her study, where she had been reading her letters.
“Yes Hilda, anything wrong?” asked Rosalie, poking her head around the door.
“Well, you tell me,” frowned the headmistress, passing Rosalie a letter. “It’s from a Mrs. L. Jones requesting that we take on her daughter as a pupil.”
Rosalie’s face was quite a picture as she took in the contents of the letter. “Well, she’s certainly… different,” stumbled the secretary, “Do you think we can manage her?”
“Of course, my lamb, we have reformed many difficult children in the past,” said Hilda, not feeling nearly as confident as she looked or sounded.
“Mmm… I suppose so. But…” Rosalie never finished her sentence, for the telephone rang just at that moment and stopped any further discussion.

“So lovely you could call by. Anna’s just made the most astounding… What’s wrong now?” said Joey Maynard, seeing the two concerned faces before her.
“May we come in?” asked Hilda.
“What’s Anna just made that’s so astounding?” asked Rosalie, lightening the mood.
“Cream cakes, now do come in and tell me what all this is about” said Joey, moving to the side so that Hilda and Rosalie could pass.
Once the coffee and cakes had been served all round, Joey was quick to find out what was going on. “So are you going to tell me now?” asked Joey, looking between her two friends impatiently
“Yes well… maybe you should read this” said Hilda, passing the letter over to Joey.

Dear Miss H. Annersley,
We are writing to you to ask if you could possibly accept out daughter, Kylie, at the chalet school this coming term.

“I don’t see anything wrong with this so far, there’s certainly space in the school” said Joey, peering up from the letter.
“Well read on dear” said Hilda, as Joey commenced reading the letter.

Kylie is a lively fifteen year old who is interested in drama, clothes, music and animals.
She progressed through her primary school years as a well liked and respected pupil but, unfortunately, made friends with the wrong sort of girls at her secondary school. These friends of hers are rude and unladylike. They stand on street corners shouting abuse at passers by and generally have a bad reputation for disturbing the community. We’re sad to say Kylie has fallen into their ways and we are determined to shake her of her habits.

“I certainly see your point now!” Jo could hardly believe what she had just read, “I want to shake this Kylie by the shoulders, never mind out of her habits! Yes, Rosalie, I know there’s more…” She bent her head over the letter once again.

We wish to be honest with you about exactly how bad Kylie has become. She has a criminal record for shop-lifting and vandalism. She is heavily interested in boys and has had countless hasty flings. She smokes and occasionally drinks alcohol. A Talk2Teen guru has advised us that a change of scenery would do her good, and he told us about you.

“How old is this girl again? 15? And having flings with boys?” asked Joey.
“Sad but true,” said Rosalie.
Jo shook her head and read the final part of this shocking letter.

We’re afraid that you must expect many complaints and grumbles from Kylie. She finds the uniform repulsive and, quite frankly, it is old-fashioned compared to what she is accustomed to wearing! Can she bring her kitten with her? She is very attached to it and would be much happier if it came with her.
Please consider our request seriously as we feel that you are our only hope! We hope to hear from you in the near future.
Yours, with regards,
Matthew and Lucy Jones

“I’ll have her know that our girls love the uniform and consider it an honour to be able to wear it,” said Joey, disgusted by this thought, “What are you going to about the kitten, Hilda?”
The headmistress smiled. “I don’t know about `can` but she certainly may bring her pet.”
“So you’re accepting her?” asked Rosalie, surprised.
“Yes, I think I am. Kylie Jones; a new challenge for the Chalet School!”

Miss Ferrars wrapped her scarf more tightly around her neck and peered up and down the crowded London station. She was waiting for the school’s only new comer that term, Kylie Jones.
The rest of the school were already seated in their compartments, as the train was due to leave in five minutes. Kylie was very late.
“Come on Miss Ferrars,” a tall, curly-haired individual said, poking her head out of a window. “What are you waiting out there for?”
“A new girl Mary-Lou. Now put your head back inside the train this instant, unless you wish to look like a sweep!” the mistress replied.
Grinning ruefully, the head girl withdrew into the train and shut the window.
“You Miss Ferrars, right?”
Kathie, startled, turned quickly around. Before her stood a plumpish, curvy girl of medium height, wearing a positive mask of heavy make-up.
“Umm…errr…yes, I am,” Kathie wasn’t quite sure what to say. “Sorry, you startled me. You must be Kylie!”
“Yeah, duh.” Kylie rolled her heavily pencilled eyes. Were they all going to be this dumb? “Call me Kaz.”

Several minutes later saw Kylie jammed in a compartment full of chattering girls. She raised her over plucked eyebrows at them. “Great what a load of dorks” she thought, “No make-up, posh speak, bunches and no mention of boys? This is like, so totally my idea of hell.”
A bright voice cut across her thoughts. “What did you say your name was?”
“It does seem very rude to call you ’you’!” added another, whose remark was accompanied by an infectious gurgle.
“Kylie” said the owner of that name, “But you call me Kaz right?”
The two speakers, Rikki Fry and Ted Grantley, exchanged dubious looks but said nothing.
Francie Wilford joined in the conversation. “Did you know that you have to be trilingual?” she asked. The whole compartment of girls leant forward, expecting a great reaction.
Kylie stared back at them, “Well duh, I did read the prospectus book thing innit. What do you think I am, thick?”
This speech was quite beyond most of the other girls, so they left her to her own devices for the rest of the journey.

Len, Con and Margot Maynard were waiting for the coaches to arrive, they had left Freudesheim earlier that day so that they were settled at the school before all the girls arrived.
Just at that moment they heard the sound of engines and ran from where they were perched to get a better view.
“Look there’s the coaches, isn’t it exciting to be back at school. I wonder how many new girls we have this term” said Con, waving in the direction of the coach that had just pulled up outside the school.
“Mamma said we are only to have one this term” said Len, who was well informed.
“Only one? Where is she from Len?” asked Margot, quite surprised that they were only to be having one new girl.
“England somewhere I’m not initially sure” said Len, now wandering off to where her good friend, Ted Grantley, stood.
Soon the girls were mingling with their close friends and nearly forgot about the new girl, until they saw her.
“Oh my, is that the new girl?” asked Len, in a very quiet whisper.
“Yes, Kylie, she asked us to call her Kaz, she’s most peculiar” said Ted, as Len stared at Kylie.
“I’m going to say hi to her, I’ll see you later” said Len, as she walked over to Kylie a welcoming smile on her face.

“Hello, I’m Len” she said, as she reached Kylie, who was stubbing out a cigarette.
“I’m Kaz, are you like one of ’em sheepdog things?” Kylie asked of Len who was still stood beaming at her.
“No, well I don’t think I’m your sheepdog anyway” giggled Len, at the thought of not being told she was someone’s sheepdog.
“What you want then?” asked Kylie.
“Well.. I.. I was just saying hello” stumbled Len.
“Hi then, see ya around” said Kylie walking off leaving Len stood on the spot rather startled.

“Well I never” said Len, as she walked back over to Ted.
“Yes, she is a bit strange isn’t she” said Ted, a little smile passing her lips.
“No ones ever spoken to me like that before, I was only saying hello” said Len, a tiny bit upset that her efforts were rumbled.
“Look who’s talking to her now though, I wonder how well they are going to get on” giggled Ted, pointing to where Kylie stood talking to Matron.

Matey took one look at Kylie Jones, and whistled under her breath she had a lot of work to do to make this girl something for the chalet school to be proud of.
“Hello, you must be Kylie our new girl” said Matey, walking over to Kylie and holding out her hand for the girl to shake.
“Er… yeah and you are?” asked Kylie, giving Matey’s hand a dirty look.
“I’m Matron, pleased to meet you” smiled Matey, trying to be as relaxed and nice with this new girl as possible, although this did not last long.
“Yeah summat like that” said Kylie, chewing on gum.
Matey forced a smile and decided to leave things for now and greet the other girls, but some serious talking must be done.

Kylie woke up to a loud ringing she turned over and pulled her pillow over her head.
“Kylie” whispered a voice from outside her cubicle. “Are you up?” added the voice of Ted Grantley.
Kylie groaned and told her to go away. Ted who assuming she must be ill went off to find Matron.
The next moment Matron came rushing into the room. “Kylie what’s wrong? Ted tells me you feel ill” said Matron, looking down on the sleeping child.
“God can’t anyone just get sleep around ‘ere” sighed Kylie, getting out of bed.
“So your not ill child?” asked Matron with a frown.
“Of course I’m not ill just blinking tired” said Kylie. “Do you really need to wake us up in the early hours of the morning?” she yawned and quickly pulled the sheets back over the bed.
“Yes, now if your not ill could you hurry up and wash, dress and make the bed” said Matron sternly.
“I just made the bed are you blind woman?” and with that Kylie was making for the bathroom.
Matron was quite speechless, well this child certainly wasn’t getting away with speaking to her like that.
“Oh dear, what are you wearing?” asked Matron, as she saw the sight of the girl.
“My school uniform duh” sighed Kylie, god these people really were dumb, she thought to herself.
“You mean half of the school uniform, do up your blouse and what is that under it?” said Matron at the sight of a black push up bra.
“My bra what on earth did you think it was?” said Kylie, getting impatient with Matron.
“It’s black and makes you look like a whore, take it off this instant” said Matron, this child has a lot to learn, she thought to herself. “And please do something with your hair” added Matron.

Soon she was dismissed to go to Frühstück, after a long and irritating lecture of all the school’s rules.

“Did you hear Matey lecturing Kylie this morning?”
“She was in the most fearful row…”
“…didn’t even hump her mattress.”
“What’s a bra? Kylie was wearing one this morning!”
“…means you’re a ‘whore’…”
“What’s a whore?”
The form rang with discussion of Kylie’s early morning antics in Leafy dorm. The Chalet School had never seen anything like it before and everyone had plenty of questions. The girls were taking advantage of Kylie’s absence, (she was having a talk with the Head and arranging her timetable,) but letting loose their thoughts on her.
“Well, I think it’s an absolute disgrace!” said Francie, speaking up so that everyone could hear her. “She will drag the school’s reputation down.”
“Don’t be so hard on her,” said Len, “If I recall correctly you weren’t such an angel yourself a few years ago!”
“At least I didn’t speak like a commoner, like Kylie…” Francie, standing with her back to the door, was silenced by the rest of her form’s stares.

Miss Annersley smiled warmly over her desk at the surly 15 year old slumped in the chair before her. “So, Kylie, how are you finding school so far? I understand that you had a little trouble getting up this morning.”
Kylie rolled her eyes and said nothing. A little? She’d never got up that early in her whole life!
If the head was a little shocked at this rather rude reaction, she did not show it. Instead she continued with her speech. “You’ll get used to it in time I’m sure! I’m going to put you in form Vb. You’ll be with girls of your own age, and a few that are a little younger. The work may be a little harder than what you are used to, but all you can do is try your best and we’re asking for nothing more. In fact, the girls that were in your compartment in the train on the way down are in Vb, so you’ll know some of them a little. Any questions?”
Kylie shook her head carelessly. “Nah ta, I can manage.”
“That’s what we like to see, someone who can stand on their own two feet!” said Miss Annersley, making the best of a bad situation. “You may go now Kylie.”
Kylie scraped her chair back across the polished wooden floor and shuffled out. She was just about to open the door when the head cleared her throat deliberately. “What now?” she asked, turning round once again.
“It is customary to curtsey before leaving my office,” advised Miss Annersley, “I’m surprised the girls haven’t told you yet.”
Kylie was not impressed. “What d’ya thinks I am? A ballet dancer?” And with that, she stalked out of the office.
The Abbess put her head in her hands in despair. This was going to be a bumpy ride, she could just tell!

“At least I didn’t speak like a commoner, like Kylie…”
Kylie entered the room during the embarrassed silence that followed this comment. “Yeah, such a chav aren’t I?” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Carry on guys, don’t let me stop your little bitching sesh.”
Ever the peacemaker, Con came forward to try and calm an annoyed Kylie down. “Francie didn’t mean that. She was caught up in the heat of the moment…” Her voice trailed off under Kylie’s persistent glare.
“You’re lying through your teeth girlfriend. And yes, I’m larying you mush, what you gonna do about it?”
“Kylie! Con! Get into your seats this instant!” This last was Miss Ferrars, who had entered the room to find everyone grouped around the two girls, watching with growing wonder. “Is this really a good start to the- Kylie! Whatever are you chewing?”
Kylie shrugged and spat something onto her desk, which she then stuck inside the lid. “Oh just gum,” she replied, “What you gonna do ‘bout it

“I don’t know how much longer my nerves can stand that girl” said Nancy Wilmot, head of the maths department.
“I know exactly what you mean; she’s more trouble than anyone we’ve ever had, she’s a senior as well, not much of a role model for the middles” said Miss Derwent, looking over to where Nancy sat.
“Excuse me what girl are we talking about here?” asked Ivy Norman, as being a junior mistress she did not have much to do with her.
A groan rippled around the staffroom as they set to explain all about Kylie Jones, the newest pupil of the school.
“She uses the most appalling slang!” remarked Sally Denny.
“And her make-up! Honestly, it’s beyond belief,” added Kathie Ferrars, who had just finished marking a pile of essays.
“Rosalie, how on earth did she come to us?” asked Nancy, feeling that the secretary was probably the most well informed on this matter.
Rosalie put down the timetables she had been checking and faced her colleagues. “Kylie’s parents wrote a letter to us, telling of how she had been involved with the wrong crowd in her home town. I wasn’t sure at first that the school was really the right place for her, but Hilda was quite confident that she was just another challenge that we could face. In fact, I have the letter on me.” Fumbling in her cardigan pocket, Rosalie produced the letter and handed it to Nancy. “Read it and tell me what you think!”
Nancy read the letter out loud to a stunned audience. All of the mistresses had been curious about Kylie’s background and were intrigued to find out the truth.
“I am glad that I haven’t the pleasure of teaching her!” said Ivy, sarcastically. “She sounds like a right horror.”
“Well,” replied Nancy, gathering up her belongings, “At least she’s not a spineless jellyfish!”

A long week was slowly passing them all by.
Kylie was looking in the large mirror on the dormitory wall, “Oh god my roots are showing again” sighed Kylie, fiddling with her hair.
A gasp filled the room as they took in her last speech.
“You dye your hair?” asked Margot Maynard, filling the silence.
“Er.. Yeah! Duh, god you aren’t much if you don’t” said Kylie, applying a layer of mascara to her deep brown eyes.
The girls all glanced around at each other but said nothing this new girl certainly was a trial.

As they went to the common room later that day Kylie was busy with some mislaid work, this was their chance to express their opinions.
“Oh dear, have you heard the sort of things she says! She uses god’s name in vain, the most awful slang and the way she acts is nothing a lady should.” said Francie Wilford, looking around the group.
“Yes and the way she dresses, I’ve never seen anything like it!” expressed Margot Maynard, sitting down on a chair.
“The way she treated Con and Francie the other day! Well she was more rude than… than… Well I can’t think of anyone right now but she was certainly very rude” said Ricki Fry.
“She’s not that bad, I think she’s cool” said Ted, looking around seeing the faces of the others she blushed.
“Well mamma did say she was a little difficult” said Len, trying to reason with the girls and ignoring Ted’s earlier comment.
“Mamma didn’t say she was quite this difficult though did she, we’ve not had anyone like this and a senior as well” said Con, to her sister at her side.
“Hmm.. Well I’m sure we’ll sort her out we usually do. Mamma’s having her for tea soon anyway isn’t she?” said Len, looking through parts of her scrapbook.
“Yes, I’m not sure when but it shall no doubt be soon” said Margot.
For now the girls forgot about Kylie and enjoyed their free time in the common room.

Meanwhile in the prefects room…
“My that Kylie Jones wears more make-up than Joan Baker!” said Hilary, with deep expression, as she walked into the prefects room.
“She is certainly a challenge for the chalet school if ever I saw one” said Mary-Lou, putting aside her papers.
The girls were having problems with this new girl, as much as Mary-Lou or any of the prefects tried to get her to talk she was shunned away, maybe this was a problem that the chalet school could not solve.
“Well she is going to see Joey tomorrow, maybe she might help her we all know what Joey’s like” said Vi Lucy, looking at the head girl who was in some deep thought.
The head girl suddenly stood from where she had been sat and walked out of the prefects room much to the confusion of her fellow peers. “Mary-Lou where are you going?” Hilary called out, but Mary-Lou was already out of sight. “I wonder where she‘s going, if it’s anything to do with Kylie how I hope she can help” said Hilary as she sat back down.
“Oh it’s Mary-Lou of course she will” assured Vi Lucy, quite confident that Mary-Lou would sort the situation before long.

“Kylie, the head wants you to go to her office” said Ricki Fry, delivering the message to the girl who it concerned.
Kylie sighed and slowly stood. “What does she want me for now?” said Kylie, following Ricki out of the Vb form room.
“Oh I shouldn’t worry, it’s probably just about you going to see Mrs Maynard” said Ricki, taking the girl to the head’s office.
“Who’s Mrs Maynard? And why do I have to see her?” asked Kylie, puzzling at what this meant.
“Oh don’t worry about it, all the new girls meet her at the beginning of each term” said Ricki, reaching the head’s office she left Kylie to her own devices.
Kylie knocked and entered the room in which she was asked to sit down on the seat in front of the head.
Hilda Annersley smiled at the girl. “Hello Kylie, how are you finding school?” asked Miss Annersley, general questions to start with.
“Fine” Was the abrupt answer she received from Kylie.
“Good” smiled Miss Annersley “Now I’m sure the girls have told you about the tea party held at Freudesheim each term” she said awaiting the reply of the sulky teenager.
“Not really, Ricki just told me about meeting some Mrs Maynard woman” Kylie said.
“Ah yes, I’m surprised the girls haven’t told you more about it” said Miss Annersley, “Well anyway as you’re the only new girl it won’t exactly be a party, but you shall go to tea with Mrs Maynard, would you like to take a friend?” asked Miss Annersley, seeing the shocked expression on the girl’s face, although she hoped Kylie would say no as Joey Maynard wanted to meet the girl alone.
“Er.. No ta, I’ll be alright” said Kylie, gathering her thoughts, it was bad enough having to come to a strange school let alone meeting a strange woman who as far as she knew had nothing to do with the school, but she certainly wasn‘t going to let people know that. “When will I go?” asked Kylie, looking up at the headmistress.
“Today, well if that’s okay with you?” asked Miss Annersley, a look at the girl showed some gentle side to the fifteen year old.
“Today!” exclaimed Kylie, but thinking it through she decided she might as well get it over with whoever this Mrs Maynard woman was. “Yeah I suppose that’s ok, is she Con’s mum?” asked Kylie, a much more laid back, confident girl now sat in front of Miss Annersley, more like the girl who had first arrived at the school.
“Yes that‘s right, Mrs Maynard will be expecting you in thirty minutes” smiled the head, as Kylie stood up to leave.
A short cough before she left the room made Kylie raise her eyebrows “Forget it” she said, and with that the girl left the room.

Mary-Lou walked down the corridors towards the head’s office, as she arrived Kylie Jones was on her way out. “Hello Kylie, nice to see you again. How are you finding school?” asked Mary-Lou stopping the girl before she could walk away.
“It’s alright nuffin spectacular” said Kylie, trying to get away from this persistent young lady.
“Well I’m sure as you get further into the term you will enjoy it more it is strange to begin with.” said Mary-Lou seeing the girl’s struggle she asked “Are you on your way somewhere?”
“Yeah, that Mrs Maynard woman, now if you will let me I have to go get ready” said Kylie, a final push past Mary-Lou got her clear of the girl and away down the corridor.
As Mary-Lou regained herself she knocked on Miss Annersley’s door and awaited to be told she could go in.

Thirty minutes later saw Kylie sitting in a strange, large house with Joey Maynard, wondering why she should have to go to tea with a woman who had a few kids at the school, not like she was anything special.
“Hello Kylie, its so lovely to meet you at last, I’ve heard so much about you” smiled Joey, handing out a cup of ‘English tea’ and a cream cake to the girl.
“Alright? Your that Con’s mum aint ya?” said Kylie, taking a slurp of the tea.
“Yes, have you met Len yet?” asked Joey, rather agitated at this young girl’s manners.
“Yeah, and all your other millions, how many kids you got woman, you must have been a bit busy eh?” said Kylie, a grin passing her lips until she took one look at Jo’s face.
“Hmm.. Charmed I’m sure,” smiled Joey, taking a tiny sip of her tea “So how are you finding life at the chalet school?” said Joey, ignoring earlier comments.
“S’ok, boring and they wake us up at the crack of dawn” said Kylie, taking a bite our of her cream cake and managing to squirt it everywhere. “Er… soz” said Kylie, for once at least she gave half an apology.
“Oh it’s quite alright, I’ll just get Anna to come and sort it out” smiled Joey “So you find the school boring, does it not keep you occupied?” asked Joey, carrying on the conversation.
“Not really what I’m used to, but I’m not supposed to talk about my past my mum made that clear to me before I came here” said Kylie, fiddling with her skirt.
“Oh don’t worry I know quite a lot about your past” said Joey.
“You what? How the heck do you know anything of my life?” asked Kylie, shocked that everyone must know all about her.
“Oh I have my connections with the school,” said Joey. “Did you know I was the first pupil to go to that school? It’s been running over twenty-one years” said Joey, filling Kylie in on a lot of information she didn’t really need to hear.
“Right, that’s great. Now why the hell am I ‘ere?” asked Kylie, snapping Joey right out of her dreamy fantasy.
“I beg your pardon” stuttered Joey, this girl certainly needed some manners, what a cheek your invited to somebody’s house and you behave like this, well thought Joey I’ll soon sort her.
“You deaf as well woman, Jesus. I asked you why I’m here, I just don’t get it” said Kylie, rolling her eyes. Were there no normal people here at all?
“Because it’s a custom I naturally have the new girls for tea” replied Joey, a murmur to herself that it must be impossible for a girl to look and behave in this manner.
“Alright, alright calm down woman” said Kylie, raising her hands.
“I’m perfectly calm thank you” replied Joey, some decency still intact.
“Yeah so I see” giggled Kylie sarcastically.
Jo’s quick temper was arousing but she managed to keep it at bay. If it was the last thing she did she would make this child something of a chalet girl.
“What made you hang around with those awful ill behaved children in your home town Kylie dear?” asked Joey, changing the subject maybe for the worst.
“Why the heck does that have anything to do with you? Why should you know anything of my life?” expressed Kylie, feeling rather angry at this stupid woman, in her lime green two-piece suit, who was interfering in her life.
“Because if I’m going to help you it might be easier if you told me something of your old life-” explained Joey, totally oblivious to the angry fifteen year old sat opposite her.
“Who said you were to help me? I don’t want your help! I like being who I am and not you nor anyone is gunna change that” screamed Kylie, running out of the large house and back to the school leaving a rather startled Joey behind her.
For the rest of the day she spoke to no one and generally kept herself to herself.

Joey Maynard was furious. Never before had any girl spoken to her in such a way, and no one had ever questioned her importance at the school. Choking with rage, she lifted the telephone to the Head literally seconda after Kylie had fled her house.
"Hilda, I won't have it. She was rude, uncouth, impolite, scruffy and generally the most abominable little crocodile of a girl I have ever had the displeasure to meet.... Yes I know, but those are the only words for it!!!! You mark my words, she is going to drag the school down..."
On the other end of the line, Hilda sighed deeply. "But Jo, all she needs is a little guidance from the right person. We need to find someone she respects. She'll listen to them."
Snorting with laughter, Jo replied, "And who?"
"Mary- Lou perhaps, she-"
"Hilda, you are a little behind the times. Mary-Lou had already tried and received the same ill treatment as the rest of us. If she can't do it and I can't do it, no one can. Kylie Jones is a lost cause and the sooner you realise that, the better!" With that, a defiant Mrs Maynard slammed down the phone.

“Well I heard that Mary-Lou tried the friendly approach and even that didn’t work!”

“Yes and she stormed out of Freudesheim after having the most fearful row with Joey!”

“The staff and prefects just don’t know what to do with her”

There was a lot of excited chatter by the girls the next morning, Kylie was high conversation.
“Girls, girls! Settle down please” said Miss Kathie Ferrars, walking into the room. She scanned the room and frowned, “Has anyone seen Kylie Jones this morning?” asked Miss Ferrars, staring at the empty space where that girl should be seated.
“No Miss Ferrars” rang out the reply of sweet voices.
Kathie’s frown deepened but she decided no more time must be delayed on this right now and set the girls to work.
Ten minutes later Kylie stomped into the room, sat down with a plonk and asked the startled girl beside her what they were doing.
“Ahem” coughed Miss Ferrars, standing above the girl, a firm hand on her shoulder.
“What?” asked Kylie, shaking the hand away.
“Why are you late for my class? Do you have a valid excuse?” asked Miss Ferrars.
Kylie thought for a moment and then replied, “Nope, now where are we?” asked Kylie, pulling out her books.
Miss Ferrars was stunned to silence this had never happened before the girls usually had some sort of excuse.
All the girls were shocked and glaring at Kylie with wide eyes.
“Back to work girls” called out the mistress, her class of Vb immediately did so with no further ado.
“I’ll speak to you after class Kylie” said Miss Ferrars, not really knowing how to deal with the girl, but she’d sort that when the time came for now she had a class to finish.
Kylie groaned and Miss Ferrars showed her what they were doing and the lesson continued with no further mishaps.
After class the girls left the room silently.
“Kylie, you were very rude and inconsiderate of the other girls, what do you have to say for yourself?” asked Miss Ferrars, when the last girl had closed the door.
“Nuffin, what is there to say? I’d only be lying if I told you I was sorry” said Kylie, sitting back in her chair confidently.
“Why were you late for my class in the first place?” asked Miss Ferrars, not really knowing what to say to Kylie.
“No reason really, this n that. Not really any of your business what I was doing” said Kylie, hoping this talk would not last long she was bored of all these people going on at her she got less jip from her mum and dad.
“I think, young lady that you’ll find it’s very much so my business” said Miss Ferrars, “You did not arrive at my class on time and you have no valid reason why you should not have been so” carried on Miss Ferrars on an endless banter that was to get her nowhere.
“Jeez you don’t run my life woman” and with that Kylie had left the room before Miss Ferrars could recover herself.

Three weeks into term, everything seemed to be going smoothly. The form lists were in order, and any mistakes in timetables were corrected. Early morning music practices were established and friendships were renewed. The only glitch in the system was the single new girl for that term- Kylie Jones.
The staff despaired over her marks, as Miss Wilmot said, she might as well have slept through every single lesson she was in! As for the girls, they simply didn’t understand her way of talking and found her manners absolutely astonishing. From the head, one Mary-Lou Trelawnley, down to the smallest Junior, not one of them made a connection with Kylie in the slightest.
On one Saturday ramble, Ted Grantley was without a partner because the Maynard triplets were staying with their mother for the weekend and Ted’s special chum was Con. Kylie was the only person with someone to walk with so, naturally, Ted joined up with her.
Whilst Ted was grumbling to Ricki Fry about this, Kylie was getting dressed for the ramble. “Why do I have to wear my scarf like some weird tramp?” she complained, looking at the way Len had crossed her scarf. “If you don’t mind I’ll wear it cool like I always do.” With that, she wound the scarf round and round her neck until it almost covered her nose, put a Burberry scarf on top of her school one. (Although it was only September it was bitterly cold!) Needless to say, Matey caught her, made her change it and then sent her running to join Ted.
Miss Ferrars, at the head of the line, checked everyone was present, and then they all began to walk down the Platz.
After tramping in silence for several minutes, Kylie asked abruptly, “You gotta fag?”
Ted stared in surprise, not quite sure if she had understood the question. She flushed red; did Kylie know about…? Collecting her thoughts hurriedly, she replied “Do you mean a cigarette? If so, then the answer is of course no.”
“Alright, alright no need to get iffy wiv me,” said Kylie, rolling her eyes, “What’s the problem with it anyway? We’re sixteen in a year or so, that’s almost grown up.”
“Only almost,” replied Ted, “Why did you ask me anyway? Have you… heard anything about me?”
“Ooo go on spill!” Kylie was rather perceptive and could tell that Ted an interesting background. “I won’t tell- I’ll probs just like you better, girlfriend.” Kylie linked Ted’s arm and, as they had just been told that they may break the ‘croc’, pulled her off to some trees for a chat.

Taken aback by Kylie’s sudden interest in her, Ted was speechless as she was half dragged, half pulled to a hidden spot behind a tree, and didn’t quite know what she was going to say. As Kylie raised her thin eyebrows expectantly, she knew she was going to have to get out of this somehow. “With all due respect Kylie, I-”
Kylie cut her off mid-flow. “Aw c’mon Ted, you know you want to tell me really. And yes, you do know wot I’m on ‘bout cuz you’ve gone bright red.” Seeing Ted wasn’t budging, Kylie tried different tactics. Putting her hands on the younger girl’s shoulders, she forced her down on to a nearby log, and pretended to strangle her. “Oh come on you idiot, it would be simply topping if you would tell me your tale. We could swap naughty stories like old chums! If you don’t I’m afraid I may have to strangle you,” she said, doing an incredibly accurate impression of Mary-Lou.
Ted relented and gave way to giggles. “Kylie! Someone might see you!” Pushing Kylie on to the log beside her, she asked, “Have I really gone red? Oh drat- never mind the others will just think it’s the sting of the fresh mountain air!”
“Or a well fit doctor,” added Kylie.
“Kylie! I should think not.”
“What? It’s true that you all go ga-ga over doctors. I noticed and I’ve barely been here three weeks. Now come on, tell me your secret.” Kylie got back around to the subject swiftly and stared keenly at Ted.
“Fine, I’ll tell. Please don’t tell anyone- some people know already but I’d rather it wasn’t talked about. It’s not something I’m proud of.” Ted sighed heavily and looked down at her tough walking boots. “Before I came here, I’d been expelled from a number of schools for bad behaviour. Girls just seemed to like me so I stretched that popularity as far as I could. We used to tease girls a little, miss a few lessons and, at my final school, I was caught smoking out of the bathroom window.” The girl fell silent as she reflected on her past.
“Hey, don’t be sad, it’s not all that bad.” Kylie put her arm around Ted and continued, “I’ve been expelled from two schools, and suspended loadsa times. It’s nothing. And, when I wuz at home, I used to smoke with my mates. I’m not ashamed of that really, because I wasn’t addicted or nuffin and it was just a laugh. But, I did used to shop lift.”
Ted, not friendly with that term, frowned. “You what?”
“Used to steal from shops. Make-up, hair stuff and jewellery were the main things. I am bit ashamed of that, cuz I did have a generous allowance, but it did make me look kinda cool.”
Ted had known a few girls like that in her home town, so she knew where Kylie was coming from. Deep inside, she suddenly found herself feeling a bond with Kylie which she couldn’t explain. “I know what you mean. Do you want me to keep that a secret?”
Kylie’s brown eyes shone with warmth at this proposal and, for the first time ever, Ted saw through her tough exterior. “If you could, Ted, I would love that. Umm, now that we’ve shared stories, can we be kinda mates?”
“Certainly, Kaz!” replied Ted. “We-”
A whistle from Miss Ferrars interrupted her. Giving Ted a smile, Kylie linked arms with her and they ran off through the hazy sunshine to join the rest of the girls.

#2: Author: Fatima, Location: Sunny Qatar

Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2006 3:02 pm

Yes, still wonderful! I'm glad you two have more Kylie stuff planned, as I really enjoyed this drabble.

#3: Author: JustJen, Location: sitting on the steps

Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 8:06 pm

Put's up hand
Please, teacher, what is a Chav? I've read this term a few times and I'm not making the connection.

#4: Author: Mrs Redboots, Location: London, UK

Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 8:12 pm

Have a look here, which may well tell you more than you wanted to know....

#5: Author: Le Petite Em, Location: Cheltenham

Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 8:13 pm

We had this question first time around!! Basically a chav is a type of person, usually a teenager. Boys tend to wear Burberry caps or snoods and tuck their trousers into their socks. Girls scrape their hair back into a pony, wear LOADS of make-up, hoop earrings and tracksuits or very short skirts. Try googling Vicki Pollard, Fergie or simply 'chav.'

#6: Author: Chalet_school_lover, Location: Gloucester

Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 8:18 pm

The second/final part! Very Happy

2 Mum and Dad,
Sorry I haven’t written sooner but I didn’t have time. The work here is hard and so it fills up most of my time. God, when the prospectus said trilingual is meant trilingual! Nearly everyone here speaks French and German perfect and they are soo patronising if you can’t. I am meant to learn five new words of each language a day, but by the time I learn one day’s I’ve forgotten the one before!
It is so old fashioned here. I knew it wouldn’t just be the uniform. The girls don’t talk about boys, periods, looks or anything. Not to mention that marvellous is like swearing or something! I dunno, it’s so weird. I’ve got three times the amount of order marks of anyone else because of the ‘slang’ rule.
Everyone thinks I’m bad here. They think I’m a rebel, a no hope. All the girls ignore me and I’ve been really lonely. I don’t fit in here and, until yesterday, I really really wanted to come home. But now I’ve found a friend. She’s called Ted and she’s a bit younger than me. Ted is a little more like me than everyone else here, and we got talking on a ramble. I think she can help me with life here and I really like her. I hope we become really good friends.
I’ll try and write more from now on. Please send me some more tampons with your next letter, there is nowhere round here to buy them. Also I think that Cuddles should come home next holidays because he is getting fat on whipped cream!
Missing you loads and loads everyday,
Luv Kylie
xxx

“Ted, come and sit over here!” called Len, pointing at a seat on the garden bench in between herself and Rosamund Lilley.
“Oh sorry Len, but I’m going with Kaz to feed her kitten, Cuddles,” apologised Ted, who was genuinely sorry that she couldn’t sit with her special friends.
“Sit with whom?” gasped Len.
“Kaz.” Ted frowned. “Duh.”
Rosamund’s eyes widened. “Excuse me Ted, but did you mean Kylie?”
“Err yes,” came the reply.
Len was horrified. “Ted, do you know what you’ve let yourself in for? Mamma said that she was the most awful child the school has ever seen. I suppose you’ve heard how she ran out of our house and left Mamma? Believe me, Kylie Jones is rude, obnoxious and not the sort of girl to mix with. She doesn’t even curtsey to the-”
“Stop!” interrupted Ted, her usually dormant temper now flaring, “Have you ever said more than a few words to Kaz? I think not. You’re the rude one, Len Maynard, you’re proper rude!” With that, a flushed Ted turned on her heel and ran off.
Len was choking with rage, and Rosamund was not much better, so neither of them noticed a puzzled Con Maynard approaching them.
“Len? Rosamund? You both look, as Aunty Simone would say, as though you have ‘ze leetle black dog’ on your shoulders! What’s wrong?”
“Don’t ask!” stormed Len, “All you need to know is that I’m never speaking to Ted Grantley again!”

Len kept to her word and completely ignored Ted from that moment on and Rosamund, as always, followed suit. After almost a week of chewing her lip, seeing her triplet unhappy and watching Ted and Kylie’s growing friendship with anxiety in her eyes, Con decided that it was up to her to do something. Day by day, it was easy to see that Ted was becoming more and more influenced by the new girl and Con didn’t like it.
Walking slowly down the main corridor on the way to her common room, Con saw Ted ahead of her, bending down to tie up her shoelace. She quickened her pace, and reached her friend just as she was standing up.
“Ted, can I have a word please?” Con asked tentatively. She hadn’t spoken to Ted for a while now, and was feeling the distance between them.
“Sure. Where?” came the brief response. Ted seemed just as awkward.
“Here will do fine.” This is it, Con thought, now or never. “I want to talk to you about Kylie.”
“Yeah, she’s lush isn’t she?” said Ted, happy at thought that maybe Con liked her new friend.
“No, she’s not ‘lush’ at all. She’s a really bad influence on you. You know how rude and impolite she seemed to you at the beginning of term, Ted? Well, if you’re not careful you might begin to be like that as well.” Con looked at Ted with pleading eyes, giving an inward prayer that Ted would see what she was doing.
“You know what, Con?” asked Ted, a bitter note creeping into her voice, “You’re just jealous. You’re jealous ‘cos an exciting and daring person like Kaz chose me to be her friend and not you. I’ve way more fun since I’ve been hanging with her- it’s way better than sitting on a bench all day giggling over some stupid prank with dear Len and Rosamund! I’m growing up, you’ve just gotta accept it.”
Seeing that she was getting nowhere Con changed her tactics. Leaning in closer, she whispered, “I know what you two are doing, and it’s not right. Please, stop it!”
Ted stepped back with indignation and put her hands on her hips. “Well, I’ll have you know, Miss Goody Two Shoes, that Ferrie and some of the other mistresses smoke. I don’t see you going to tell them off, heh?” Con was silenced for a moment and Ted tossed her head in triumph and began to walk off.
“You’re wasting your school life!” Con called after her, “Please, Ted. You’ll regret it!”
“God, you’re so naïve. It’s my life to waste, innit?” Was Ted’s reply, as she turned on her heel and stalked off.
Eyes slowly filling with tears, Con watched after the girl. Maybe she’s right?

“So, you see Kaz, no one really wants to know me anymore, ‘cept you,” wound up a woeful looking Ted, as she watched Kylie picking Cuddles out of her pen. “Len and Ros won’t speak to me because they think they’re second best, Con is right huffy just cuz we smoke a bit and Ricki thinks I’m being stupid.”
Kylie put her kitten back down and turned to look at Ted. “Ted, I really like you. You’re the only mate I’ve got in this place and I don’t wanna loose you, right? But I don’t want you to be, like, upset. If you wanna hang with Len and Rosamund you should go. I won’t be mad.”
Putting her arm around Kylie, Ted replied, “But that’s the difference between you an them. You’re the one being a true mate so I can’t just leave you. Besides, you’d be on your own again and that ain’t fair.”
Kylie looked at Ted in silence for a moment, quite unable to believe what she had just heard. No one in the whole of her life had ever called her a ‘true mate’ before, and no one had ever stayed by her when they could be with a larger group of more popular people. This made her value her friendship with Ted even more and she was determined that nothing would break it.
“Thanks,” she whispered and, embarrassed, bent down to stroke Cuddles.
“Don’t mention it,” returned Ted.
The two girls remained in silence, (a rare thing for them both,) for a few moments more until Kylie exclaimed, “Hey, my mum sent me something what might interest you! It’s in that packet on the floor.”
Ted rummaged in the brown bag and pulled out a small box. “Tampax?” she read, an extremely confused expression on her face, “Heavy fl-” She stopped short as a faintly pink Kylie yanked the box out of her hand. “But Kaz, what are they?”
“You mean you don’t know?” asked Kylie, disbelievingly. “Oh my god. Well, they are for when you’re on your period, like, and they sort of help you out. No leaks… Do you get me?”
“Yeah,” said Ted, already searching in the parcel for the second box. In no time at all, she had it out. “Hair straighteners? But what the hell do I want them for? My hair is a straight as a line!”
“I can curl with them too,” replied Kylie, slightly boastfully, “ They’re top of…”
The turning of the door knob caused her to stop and shove the tampons back in the parcel.

“Ted? Can I come in?” came a tentative voice from behind the door, which was open a crack.
There was a short silence as Ted tried to work out who the speaker was. “Con? Is that you?” she asked, and was rewarded by the door slowly opening to reveal a pale-faced Con- noticeably upset. “Of course you can come in, what a stupid question!” she exclaimed, their argument of the day before completely forgotten.
Con found herself pulled into the room by her hand and pushed into a sitting position on an old box. Ted knelt down beside her, but Kylie kept slightly in the background. To tell the truth, she was a little threatened by Con’s presence, and hoped that the girl’s intention was not to take Ted away. However, she said nothing as she felt there had been enough arguments for one week!
“What’s wrong Con?” said Ted, for she had known that Con wasn’t happy from her very first words, “Why aren’t you with Ricki? I thought you were making dolls clothes for the Sale together.”
Con swallowed, and, for a moment, Kylie thought she was going to cry. Con was made of stronger stuff than that though, and said, in a slightly shaky voice, “I haven’t really spoken to Ricki since after we… well, you know, last night. Oh, Ted, she is dead set against you now, just like Len and Ros. I was, as you know, but-but…” she trailed off into silence and looked down at her feet. Finally, she suddenly blurted out, “Ted, I’m sorry! I had no business to tell you who to be friends with and, well, I think that you might be right. I think I am a bit too naïve and I need to grow-up in more ways than one.”
Taken aback by this sudden revelation, Ted didn’t really know how to react. “It wasn’t- well I… But why…” she stammered, not knowing how to put her mixed feelings into words. Kylie however, knew exactly what to say.
“Don’t sweat Con, it wasn’t all you. Ted said she was bitchy too so it’s not all your fault. In fact, not much is your fault, or anyone’s fault if you come to that. Ricki, Len and Rosa-what’s-her-name will just have to get used to the fact that we’re mates and that you wanna hang round wiv me and Ted.” Here she moved forward and knelt on the other side of Con. “Cuz that’s what you want, innit? I knew it, and I know you don’t wanna smoke or nuffin’ and that’s like, totally fine.”
“Really?” questioned Con.
Ted gave a small giggle, “Like totally fine, dude!” She and Kylie both began to laugh whilst Con sat between them looking bewildered.
“What on earth?”
“Don’t worry Con,” said Ted, breathless with laughter, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
“I’ll tell you when I’m doing your hair,” added Kylie, who had produced her straighteners and was showing them off to Con, “Now what will it be, curls or straight?”

“You want one?” asked Kylie, shoving a pack of cigarettes in front of Con.
“Er.. No thank you” Con felt slightly embarrassed and Ted noticed this.
“Oh don’t worry, that’s like totally fine by us isn’t it Kaz?” Ted nudged Kylie, making this girl mumble something of an agreement.
Con smiled, happy that they still thought her cool enough to hang out with.
“Ah Con, I’ve been looking for you all….” Mary-Lou gasped, “What do you three think your doing?” she asked, Ted and Con blushed, Kylie just gave her a lairy.
“I’m deeply ashamed at all of you, especially you Con!” said Mary-Lou, glaring at her.
“But Mary-Lou, I wasn’t doing anything” pleaded Con, tears forming in her eyes.
“Smoking is not nothing Con, I’m not stupid, I can smell it on all of you” finished off Mary-Lou, giving all of them her sternest look.
“Mary-Lou, Con wasn’t smoking, she wouldn’t it was just Kaz and I” said Ted, trying to help her poor friend.
“Why am I supposed to believe that? Con just wait till your family find out, how are you going to feel then? I-”
Kylie rolled her eyes, “Oh give the girl a break, she weren’t smoking, rite?” butted in Kylie.
“I want you all to report yourselves to the head” spoke Mary-Lou, ignoring the fact that Kylie had just spoken.
“But-” Ted tried one more time, only for Mary-Lou to give her an icy look and walk off. “Come on guys, best go do what Mary-Lou says, I’m so sorry Con, I tried” sighed Ted, looking at Con who was fearfully upset.
“Don’t fret girlfriend, it’s only a lecture, a few marks, y’know this and that, it doesn’t matter” said Kylie, putting an arm through Con’s as they walked towards the head’s study.
“What’s Mamma and Papa going to say? Worse what is Len going to say? Oh and I wasn’t even smoking” Con sighed and wiped away the tears that were slowly trickling down her cheeks.
They knocked on the door and waited for Miss Annersley’s reply to summon them in.

Miss Annersley was relaxing back in her chair, feet on the desk, sipping coffee and reading a rather suspect-looking novel, when she was disturbed by a knock on her office door. Scrambling frantically, she hid the book in a draw, swung her legs onto the floor and, in the process, managed to spill her coffee right down the front of her cardigan. "Oh drat!" she cursed to herself, "What do I do now?" Clearing her throat, she said out loud "Who is it and is it possible for you to wait until after Abendessen?"
There was a pause, broken only by the scrubbing sound of tissue on wool.
Finally, Kylie spoke up, "It's Ted Grantly, Con Maynard and Kaz Jones. Dunno if it can wait, but I guess it can't. We were sent to you by that Mary-Lou person."
"Mmm indeed?" asked Hilda, calm on the surface but inwardly seething. Surely Mary-Lou, the steady and responsible could deal with children's quarrels? Thinking quickly, she stripped off her cardigan and swung a large shawl elegantly around her shoulders. "Very well then, enter!"
A stranger bunch of girls had never entered the Abesses' office. On the left, there was Ted, looking more than a little shell-shocked but not overly distressed. In the middle came poor Con, shaking like a leaf, her cheeks pale and tear-stained. Finally there was Kylie, holding the packet of cigarettes and a lighter blatantly in her hand. She was completely unruffled and held an air of defiance.
"Girls!" cried Miss Annersley, "What is the meaning of all this? And Kylie Jones, pass those over here right now!"
Kylie slammed her things down on the desk, and raised one eyebrow at her head, before slumping down in an armchair at the side of the room.
"Stand up child! Who do you think you are?"
"Err Kaz Chardonnay Jones. Who d'ya think you are, talking to me like that?"
Right, enough was enough, Hilda decided, and rapped her knuckles smartly on the table. "Well, if that is your attitude I will forget the questions and draw my own conclusion. Even if it is completely wrong you will ALL suffer the concequences."
At this, Kylie suddenly realised that she had to help Con. "It weren't Con Miss, leave her out of it!"
"Be quiet Kylie," replied the Head in the most cutting tones she could muster. Sitting back in her chair, she surveyed the unfortunate trio with her iciest glare.
They all three waited for their sentence.

Tick...tock...tick...tock
That was the only sound that could be heard as Hilda Annersley surveyed her three naughty pupils with her steady, icy gaze.
Tick...tock...tick...tock
The emotion in her eyes seemed to change from anger to sorrow as she looked directly at Con
Tick...tock...ti-
"Oh for Christ's sake, will you just cut the c**p and get on with it?" asked an exasperated Kylie. "Ted, Con, I'm sorry that I've probs dug you into a deeper hole than we were in to start off with but this woman is irritating the thong off me!"
"Kylie Jones! That is quite enough!" Being able to bear no more of the young chav's statements, Miss Annersley decided to break the suspense and deliver her verdict. "I can only assume by piecing together the evidence that the one and only Mary-Lou has caught you three smoking cigarettes. Ted, this is not the first time that you have done this, and I expect you have done so before as well Kylie. But Con, even though you have not smoked before, your crime is no better because you are Joey Maynard's daughter and ought to be a proper Chalet School girl. I am deeply disappointed in you all. You will be put in solitary confinement until we have decided what else to do with- meaning whether or not we decide to expel you. Yes, this is an excludable offence. Now stay here while I go and fetch some mistresses to see to you.!" With that, the Headmistress swept out off the room.
"What will Mama say?" sobbed Con, breaking down completely.
Ted was too shocked too move or speak, so Kylie hurried to Con's side to comfort her. "It's not the end of the world Con, and I'm NOT going down without a fight!"

"Solitary confinement!!!!! Smoking!!!!! With Kylie Jones!!!!!!!!!!!!" Con held the receiver away from her ear slightly as it buzzed with Joey Maynard's extreme disapproval. "Never has anyone done such a thing in the Chalet School before- and to come from my own daughter it is just disgraceful- disgraceful I tell you!!!!! What will your Aunty Madge think?"
"Mama please, I wasn't-"
"Stop lying Mary Constance- you just make it worse." Jo was beyond shouting now. "I refuse to have anything more to do with you until you have repented and seen the error in your ways. Good-bye!"
The line went dead.
Slowly, Con put the phone back on the receiver and reflected on the events of the past day. After Miss Annersley had issued her sentence, Kaz, Ted and herself had been escorted to seperate, small rooms in the San with nothing to do but lessons and hem sheets. She had spoken to no one but Matey and now her mother and no one had spoken to her. She wasn't even allowed to go and eat meals with the rest of the school; instead she had a plain meal by herself in her room.
"Oh dear, what have I got myself into?" she thought, still standing in a trance by the phone in Rosalie Dene's office. "Mama is mad at me, so is Aunt Hilda, Len probably is, and Rikki, and who knows what Margot thinks? My only friends are Kylie and Ted, and I may never ever see either of them again. What if I get expelled? Where will I go? How will I cope with living at home with Mama and Len and Margot?"
"Con, back upstairs," barked Matey as she poked her head around the door. "It's Kylie's turn now."
Reluctantly, Con followed the school tyrant through a deserted school, for everyone else was out on the last ramble before winter arrived. As she reached the landing where her room was, she saw Kylie leaning on a door a little further down the hallway.
"Con!" Kaz yelled, and ran down to meet her. "Hey don't cry babe, things aren't all that bad... OK they are, but you still got-"
"That will do Kylie," rebuked a stern Matron, "Wait right there."
Kylie rolled her eyes but didn't stop. "What are you doing to Con?" she asked, as soon as Con was shut in her room. "She's pale, thin and blatantly distressed. You trying to starve her, innit? She hasn't done nuffin and I will keep telling you that 'till you believe me."
Matron sighed and, speaking slowly as though Kylie were stupid, replied, "And I will keep telling you until you listen that your crime is an excludable offence and cheeking me will not make your situation any easier. Anyway, why should I take advice on how to look after girls from a tart like yourself?"
Kylie saw red. "You have gone too blooming far now!!! Sorry, but you asked for this!!" She wrestled Matey into her, (Kylie's) room and locked the door from the outside. "I'll be back, don't worry," she reassured Matey through the keyhole before sprinting down the stairs, ignoring Matey's violent protests.

Kylie stormed into Miss Annersley’s study.
Miss Annersley nearly fell off the chair trying to get her feet off the desk and the book back safely in the drawer.
“What’s this then?” Kylie snatched the book off Miss Annersley. Kylie whistled, “I wonder what people might say if they knew you were reading this?”
“Oh please, don’t tell anyone” Miss Annersley looked apprehensively at the young girl before herself.
“No can do I’m ‘fraid” she smiled tantalisingly.
“Oh please, Kylie don’t! it will ruin my reputation” said Miss Annersely, “Please?” She got down on her knees and begged at Kylie’s feet.
“Get up woman, don’t be so stupid” Kylie kicked at Miss Annersley to stand up.
“I know” she said, looking the head up and down, considering her thoughts.
“What? I’ll do anything” asked the head.
“Let Con off, she didn’t do nuffin and I fink it’s unfair she should take the rap for it as well” said Kylie, glancing back at the book in her hand again.
“Okay, of course” said the head.
“Oh and tell her mother she didn’t do it and make her forgive her”
“Yes, okay” the head nodded.
Kylie was about to leave the room.
“Can I have my book back please?” she asked.
“You just slipped up there, I think you meant ‘may’ you have your book back” Kylie smiled, she was getting this Hilda woman right where she wanted her.
The head blushed, “May I?” she asked again.
“Er… Let me see” Kylie put her finger on her chin as if she were thinking. “no” and with that Kylie left the room, book in hand and a smug smile on her face.

The girls tramped up the mountain path in a ‘croc’ some gossiping with their partners, some saving their breath for the climb ahead. They were on another last ramble of the summer, for the Head had declared that the weather was fine and, as Matey was nowhere to be found, there had been no one to argue with her.
Len Maynard and Rosamund Lilley were near the head of the line, talking in undertones so that their conversation was very private.
“Len, why on earth is Con walking with Rikki Fry? I thought they had fallen out and that Con, Kylie and Ted were all in disgrace?” asked a confused Rosamund.
“I’m entirely sure, but Mama told me on the phone last night that Con had been forgiven because apparently she had nothing to do with it,” replied Len, who always had the latest gossip from Jo Maynard. “Personally I don’t believe a word of it because Mama said that Con was only forgiven after Kylie reportedly stormed into the Head’s office. I would bet my hat that Miss Annersley was bullied into it.”
“I wouldn’t put anything past that Kylie,” said Ros, quite primly. “I feel sorry for Ricki though- she is definitely not happy about it. She hasn’t said a word to Con all ramble!”
Len snorted. “I’m not surprised after what my former sister has done! But I want to know is why Ted and Kylie are at the back of the croc. They’re meant to be in solitary confinement.”
Ros craned her head backwards and, sure enough, she could just about see Ted Grantly and Kylie Jones, walking either side of Miss Dene. Ted still looked a little shaken and pale, but Kylie had a strange, rather self satisfied look about her.
Meanwhile Francie Wilford, just behind Len and Rosamund had heard Len’s last and replied, “Oh I know that! I heard the Abbess and Miss Dene talking and they said that those two could benefit from some mountain air. I bet it’s because they’re expelling them and it’s their last ramble.”
“It would serve them right,” rejoined Len, “Then maybe there would be a chance of Con becoming a Chalet School girl worth talking to again.”
“Oh come on Len, surely you aren’t that much against Con?” Rosamund had known that Len was annoyed and embarrassed, but she hadn’t realised the full extent until now.
“I wish I wasn’t,” said Len quietly, “But the Chalet really has been my life ever since I was born, and what Con has done, making friends with a girl like Kylie had not trying to reform her, is the opposite of all I’ve ever been taught. Besides, Kylie is a tart, which makes Con not much better!”
After that, there was nothing else to say. The air seemed full of unsaid accusations and apologies all walk. When they finally sat down for their picnic, everyone, mistresses included, was so stressed that they didn’t notice the sky had turned a peculiar shade of yellow.

In fact, not one person on that ramble noticed anything until the first few flakes began to fall. By this time, the girls had finished their food and had been given permission to wander off as they pleased, with the exception of Ted and Kylie who had to sit in silence. The only other people in the clearing were Miss Ferrars, Miss Dene, Miss Wilmot and Len; the latter was brooding over her triplet sister’s recent actions.
“Miss Ferrars! It’s snowing!” cried Len, her sulky mood forgotten as she jumped up and began to hurriedly pack her knapsack. “Just look at that sky! How did we miss it?”
“Quick, we must round everyone up,” Miss Ferrars began to take charge, “Don’t panic Len, we can’t notice the sky every time. Pack all the knapsacks and then help us to call the girls.”
Within minutes, everyone had her knapsack on her back and was running to the herdsman’s hut which was conveniently five minutes down the path. By now the snow was falling thick and fast, and it was almost impossible to see through the angry flurry of white.
Miss Wilmot, acting as a whipper-in was the last in, and heaved the heavy doors shut behind her. “Rosalie, do a head count,” she puffed, and began to take off her wet boots.
Rosalie turned pale. “You mean that none were with you? I have already counted and we are one girl short. I could…”
“Where’s Con?” cried Len, realising all in one moment that her sister was missing and that she had forgiven her and wanted to say sorry. “I thought she was with you Rikki?”
Rikki blushed before turning a deathly grey. “She was but…but, well you know…” her voice trailed off and she looked at the hay strewn floor.
Miss Ferrars put an arm around her. “Never mind about that now. We just need to find Con before…”
Her words were cut off by the loud rumble of thunder.

“Con!!” cried Len, turning as white as Miss Wilson’s snowy locks, “We have to find her. She’s out there, alone!”
Nancy Wilmot took Len firmly but kindly by the hand and sat her down on a haystack. “Look here Len, we can’t go out now. That storm out there is ferocious- there’s sleet, snow, rain, hail, cats, dogs, thunder and lightening! We will have to stay here for the night.”
Kylie was slouched against a wall in the corner and, to her surprise, the girls didn’t seem too downcast by this proposal.
“I have chocolate that I can share!” piped up one.
“We can all sing jolly songs,” added another.
“Let’s melt snow for water!”
“What will the others say?”
Finally, she could stand it no longer. “You mean we are actually gonna stay the night in this dump for real?” she asked, with disbelieving eyes.
“Of course,” laughed slight Miss Ferrars, “That’s what generations have done before us!”
“What? Do none of you have any sense?” Kylie raised one eyebrow and smiled around at the girls ensconcing themselves in the hay. “Why don’t you just phone the San?”
Miss Wilmot was puzzled. “But how could we do that?” she quizzed.
“Errr mobiles?” asked Kylie. Seeing the confused faces around her, she reached into her knapsack and pulled a slim, pink Motorola Razer mobile phone. “It’s a mobile phone,” she announced, “I have signal, so that means that I can phone the San and get some doctors up here to save us.” Kylie knew how much they all doted on the Sanatorium doctors.
“Interesting…” said Miss Dene, the first in the room to recover her power of speech, “But doesn’t anyone actually know the San’s number? It changed recently and with all the timetables I have to arrange I haven’t committed it to memory.”
Silence fell in the hut. Everyone looked at one another. Finally, Ted stepped forward, with a slight blush.
“I do, because…” her cheeks coloured still more furiously and her voice trailed off.
“Oooh Ted!” crowed Kylie, and she sang, “Love is in the air!!!”

Soon they were all on there way back down to the school, each girl leaning heavily on the arm of a doctor.
“Oh Con! No, what about Con?” panicked Len, trying to fight away, but the doctor held onto her firmly.
“She’ll be found, don’t panic little lady” said the doctor, trying to calm her.
“I’m not a little lady” said Len indignantly, “Con” she wept her sister’s name quietly to herself.
They all rushed up to the school, as the snow was starting to fall heavier again, Len fell into Miss Annersley’s waiting arms.
“Auntie Hilda, we couldn’t find Con” Len wept tears so bitter that the headmistress felt like laughing, what Len would say when she found out, thought the head.
“Len,” she said sternly “calm down and stop these tears at once, your sister is quite safe up in san with a doctor right now”
Len looked puzzled and amazed all in one, she ran out of the headmistress’s arms, up to the san and flew into the room to find her triplet sister, “Con!” she yelled happily, “Con?” she asked bemused, for Con was in a close embrace with Dr grey.
Len gasped.
Con and the doctor jumped apart quickly, he stood up ruffled and embarrassed, “Well, you seem to be fine, my examination showed nothing more than a mere cold” said the doctor, adjusting his jacket. “Goodbye girls” he picked up his black, doctors bag and marched out the room.
“Con! What on earth were you doing? I knew that Kylie girl would be trouble, Mamma said so,” said Len, as he closed the door behind him.
“Oh Len, come on, we are fifteen now, Kylie says girls our age back in England ‘get with’ boys quite often,” said Con, her red cheeks now fading back to there normal pale colour.
“So, it’s actually quite normal?” asked Len curiously.
Con nodded excitedly.

Hilda Annersley popped one more marshmallow into a steaming hot cocoa and took one long, deep, refreshing swallow from the mug to prepare herself for the interview ahead. Then she sat up in her chair and called, "Rosalie!"
The secretary bobbed her fair head around the study door as she trilled "Yes Hilda?"
"Please fetch Kylie Jones and Ted Grantley for me. I will speak with them in 10 minutes."
Rosalie's eyes widened and she came further into the study. "Have you decided whether or not to expel them?"
The Head merely raised her eyebrows and said, "Quickly now."

Ten minutes later, a rather flushed and apprehensive Ted and an only slightly less uneasy Kylie were on their way to the study.
"You'll still keep in touch with me, right Kaz?" asked Ted, who was convinced that they would be expelled.
"We'll be fine, don't sweat it," replied Kylie, although her tone was not at all convincing. She tapped on the Head's door.
"Enter," camed the unfathomable voice of Miss Annersley. The two girls entered and, before they had even bid her a good morning, the Abbess continued. "You are both aware of what you have done wrong, and that the school frowns upon it. However, in light of recent events I have decided to forgive you. You will not be expelled." The sentence hung in the air; Ted and Kylie could hardly believe their ears. The Head carried on, "Kylie, I owe you an apology. I saw you as a shallow, one-sided commoner, but you showed a true Chalet spirit when you saved our girls yesterday. You too Ted have become, once again, a Chalet girl."
Kylie butted in here. "I didn't really do all that much yesterday, it was just one phone call. And I guess I'm kinda sorry too. I was rude at times before and it was sorta out of order." She gave a small nod and Hilda knew that that apology meant a lot coming from Kylie Jones.
"Sorry Miss Annersley," whispered Ted, who was in deep shock and suprise.
Hilda gave a warm smile. "You may move your belonings back to your dormitory now girls."
Ted dropped her curtseyand Kylie, after a glance sideways, managed a bob.
Finally, before leaving, Kylie ran foward and put Miss Annersley's saucy romance novel on the desk. "It's quite good actually, thanks for letting me borrow it. It's a good thing I didn't tell anyone, or else they would have wnated it too."
Miss Annersley's blue eyes shone with thankfullness, and she reached into her drawer and produced Kylie's cigarettes and lighter. "I hope you won't use them too much," she said softly, "But fair's fair... right Kaz?"

Less than a week after the Head forgave Ted and Kylie, there was traditional English folk festival at the school to 'brighten the term up' as Kathie Ferrars put it.
On the day of the event, Kylie, Ted and Con were up in the dormitory getting ready.
"Do seriously, like honestly expect me to wear that?" asked a disgusted Kylie, holding up her brown velveteen frock at arms length.
"I'm afraid so," laughed Con, already in hers with her hair straightened impeccably over her shoulders. "And I suggest you wear a dark vest- ok, bra- 'cos they're a bit see-through."
"Kaz, can you do my mascara for me? I only want a bit to make my eyes look bigger," called Ted from her cubicle.
"Sure thing," said Kylie, "Just let me do this thing up and I'll be right there."
Minutes later, the three were out in the sunny garden when Len, Rosamund and Ricki came running up to them.
"Kaz, Ted, Con, we feel that we owe you a- a proper apology," began Ricki, "We had no right to intrude on your friendship and-"
"Hey calm down," breezed Kylie, cool as a cucumber, "We're all mates right? It's all rambo, yeah? Cushdy, now let's hit the stalls!"

Joey glided over at this point, pushing her way through the girls towards Kylie.
“Kylie! Oh Kylie, what a chalet girl you are, saving the girls like that! Oh you’re just like me!” exclaimed Joey, beaming at the young girl.
“Thanks Mrs Maynard, I er… think” said Kylie, a bit startled as she embraced her warmly.
“Oh Kylie dear, I won’t have that, call me Auntie Joey, do, do” she said, patting Kylie neatly on the head.
“Oh okay, thanks Auntie Joey” smiled Kylie, trying out the new name.
“Kylie!” drawled out Joey, as a sudden thought occurred to her, “I could be your mother while you’re here in Switzerland!”
“Er…no, I’m good thanks” said Kylie, moving slowly backwards, away from Joey.
“Oh,” Joey’s face fell, that was the first time anyone had rejected her many offers.
But she did not have time to dwell for the dancing was soon to begin and she had to take her place, or she might not get a good seat, and if that happened, what a disaster it would be. Rushing off at top speed, she left the girls to themselves again.
“You know Kaz, you’ve changed a lot” smiled Len, walking over to this girl.
“I guess” said Kylie, secretly pleased that Len thought this.
“Well, it’s nearly time for the dancing! Are you ready?” asked Len cheerfully.
“Yup, bring it on!” said Kylie, with a chuckle at Len’s mystified face. “Come on, let’s go” they both linked arms and skipped off.
“Go for it girl!” Len giggled, just before they were about to take the stage.
The dance display was a great success… until Kylie managed to lapse back into street dancing.
“Something’s will just never change” observed Hilda Annersley, with a smile.

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