The Last Secret. Sophie Cleverly
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Название: The Last Secret
Автор: Sophie Cleverly
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9780008218218
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“I swear,” said Scarlet during the last lesson of the day, “if he says hmm like that one more time, I’m going to strangle him with that bloomin’ tape measure!”
I watched as Mr Hardwick went over to the fireplace at the side of the room, one of the remnants of the old house, paused, and then said, “Hmmmmm …”
Scarlet jumped up out of her seat, but thankfully the bell rang right at that moment. I quickly dragged her out before she could do any damage.
The next few days continued in much the same manner. Lessons carried on as normal, and I felt almost settled back into being at school, but it was as though there was a cloud hanging over everything. We frequently glimpsed Mr Hardwick disappearing down corridors with his clipboard. Scarlet even tried to sneak a peek at what he was writing, but she came back mumbling that she couldn’t read his messy scrawl.
Friday dawned with a cold fog that crept on to the school grounds. I shivered as I looked out of the window. The skeleton trees resembled charcoal sketches against the silver sky. Nonetheless, I had a good feeling about the day.
But that feeling evaporated as soon as we walked into assembly.
For a start, Mrs Knight wasn’t in her usual place at the front of the stage. None of the teachers were. Instead, it was Henry Bartholomew.
“Why is he up there?” I whispered to Scarlet, but she was too busy staring at him to reply. The hall was abuzz with conversation.
“Hello, girls,” he said loudly, and everyone went deadly silent. I knew they were desperate to know what he had to say. “I thought I ought to come and tell you this myself. It just seemed the right thing to do.” He smiled as if he was congratulating himself.
“You smug—” Scarlet started to mutter under her breath, but I hit her before she could finish.
“I’m afraid my inspector has found that the school building is in need of a lot of repairs. And so it has been decided that Rookwood will shortly be closing in order to carry them out.”
He paused, his eyes scanning the hall for our reaction. I expected a rush of whispers, but there was still an uneasy silence. I think we were all trying to figure out what he meant. Would the school reopen afterwards? Questions filled my head until Penny finally raised her hand. Without waiting to be called on, she asked, “Closed temporarily? Or closed permanently?”
“Ah!” Henry exclaimed, clapping his hands together and pointing back at her. “Good question. We’ll be looking into the possibilities. It might be that the building would be better for another purpose. And if that’s the case, then, when it closes …”
I realised that Scarlet and I were leaning forward. We were both holding our breath.
“… it might be closing its doors forever.”
“What are we going to do?” Ariadne asked desperately that lunchtime.
I swallowed the bit of sandwich I was chewing. “I’m working on it.”
The thoughts were whizzing through my brain. There had to be something we could do. I wasn’t about to let our old chum Barty take away the one thing that was keeping Ivy and me from the clutches of our stepmother. Who did he think he was?
I just didn’t have a plan. I hated not having a plan.
Ivy sighed. “Perhaps … if he really does decide to close the school, we just have to accept it, at this point.”
“Absolutely not!” I told her. But deep down, a tiny part of me wondered if she was right.
Friday afternoons meant ballet, and I was looking forward to that, at least. Ivy and I ran down the chilly steps to the basement.
“Oh, hello, Scarlet,” Miss Finch said. She was sitting in her usual spot at the piano. “Hello, Ivy. You’re the first to arrive, once again.”
“Anything to get away from the misery up there,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“Well, we have some good news for you,” Madame Zelda said. She was stretching her leg up on the piano, rather impressively. “Just you wait.”
“Good news would certainly be welcome,” said Ivy, although she didn’t seem optimistic. She still looked despondent as she sat down to lace her shoes.
I prodded her in the shoulder. “Cheer up! Good news!”
“Maybe,” she said, staring at the floor.
When the whole class were present, with shoes laced and hair tied up, Madame Zelda snapped her fingers to get everyone’s attention.
“Now, girls. We have an announcement for you. This year’s ballet recital has been approved by the headmistress. We are going to be performing a version of the legendary Swan Lake.”
There were lots of gasps and claps.
I looked at Ivy, my eyes wide with excitement. This had to be a good omen, didn’t it? Our mother’s secret music box played the theme to Swan Lake, and now we would get to dance in it! Not to mention that it was one of the most famous and most beautiful ballets, one in which I had always dreamt of performing. In my head I was the white swan, dancing for a packed theatre.
Madame Zelda waved her hand. “Since there were some issues with the auditions last time …” I snorted at that. Penny had been causing trouble as usual. Then Madame Boulanger, the school French teacher, had been pretending to know about ballet just because she was French (although that too was debatable given her occasional Welsh accent). It hadn’t exactly worked out brilliantly. “We have decided that we will choose the roles by assessing your performance in class.”
Hmm. I didn’t know if that was a good thing, but I hoped it was. We’d just have to do our best in class. That would, at least, be a little less nerve-wracking than auditioning on the stage.
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