Cracks Page #4

You shouldn't be so bloody superior

all the time.

You're making her miserable, you know.

And ruining the team.

If we're to be lumbered with you,

you have to learn the happiness of the

team is more important than your own.

I have no interest

in being part of your team.

I'm not even meant to be here.

Well, you're here now!

So you had better make the best of it

and stop being so bloody selfish.

I'm not selfish.

I just want to go home.

Don't you think

we all want to go home?

You can keep it if you like.

Thank you.

Maybe if I were kinder to Miss G,

she would be kinder to you.

Maybe.

I will try.

No promises.

Dreg in a midge wig.

I'm bored. What should we do?

We could play hide and seek?

Piggy in the middle?

Red Rover?

We should do something fun

for a change. Like a midnight feast.

Fiamma, do you have

a suggestion for us?

The feast of St. Agnes.

On St. Agnes Eve, if a woman

performs certain divinations,

she will see a vision

of her future husband

and he will eat and drink with her.

- Divinations are ungodly.

- Oh, Rosie, it's Keats.

Brilliant! Some of us can be Madeline

and some Porphyro.

We can dress up and have

a beadsman and a baledown.

- Someone can hobble around.

- I'll be Porphyro with his steed.

I'll be Madeline and pray

for a dream lover in the moonlight.

Then it's decided.

Everyone must bring food.

And we shall need flowers

for our hair.

We're going to have so much fun.

You'll see.

Then, of course,

the fifth form was just lovely,

lashings and lashings of cut flowers.

- Have I missed it?

- Come on, it's starting.

Those are good.

Will you help with the Madelines?

Somebody do my hair.

Everyone looks so marvellous.

It's like that.

Bless you.

- How do I look?

- Exquisite.

Di, come over here.

Even more tinned peaches!

Laurel, can I have one

of your toffees, please?

I could not get to sleep.

I just couldn't sleep.

Rosie!

Fiamma, you've kissed a boy,

haven't you?

I have.

Tell me how to do it. In detail.

It can't be taught. You must practise

on the back of your hand.

Or on the gardener's boy!

Such amateurs.

Listen, it's all very well to moon

after a pash,

but there comes a time

when you have to grow up

and find a proper man

and get your knickers off!

Because you know all about that,

don't you, Lily?

Fuzzy!

It's quite a noise, isn't it?

It's a midnight feast.

But food is not permitted in dormitories.

They asked me for permission

and I allowed it.

It is not for you

to grant such permission.

Go to bed, old woman.

Miss Nieven will hear of this.

I feel so funny.

- Come on, Fiamma, help us out.

- Someone's coming.

- Drag her to the bed, quick.

- Shut up, it's not funny.

Sorry, Miss G. We didn't know

she'd had so much to drink.

See that this room

is put back together.

And clean yourselves up.

You look a fright.

I shall hide her until she's sober.

It will do none of us any good

if she's discovered in this state.

- Sorry, Miss G.

- Thank you, Miss G.

Thank you.

Sorry.

I would do anything for you.

You do know that, don't you?

We're going to be great friends,

you and I.

And share simply everything.

We'll see the world together.

We...

We will ride with bandits

in South America

with rough diamonds

hidden in our saddles.

There are islands, you know,

where there are undiscovered tribes,

places no one has explored.

We'll climb the canopies of Amazonas

and talk of the life we've lived.

Anything is possible, you know.

But you have to learn... to share.

You can't make friends beg.

Don't make me beg.

- Fuzzy?

- I'm waiting for Fiamma.

I can smell your sick.

Sorry.

If you need to heave,

do it where I can't see it or smell it.

What do you think

they're talking about?

- Maybe something they did last night.

- What do you mean?

Fiamma's not a virgin, you know.

She's quite the little whore.

She seduced that beastly foreigner

and now she's seduced our Miss G.

- You're upsetting the others.

- I don't care.

Let them be upset.

Let them see that I hate you.

I want them to know

what you really are.

Is everything all right, Miss G?

Has something happened?

I was thinking of resuming

my travels.

In the holidays?

And beyond.

Miss G!

There are parts of Asia

I would like to see.

The silk route of Xi'an,

the highlands of Tibet.

You won't leave us.

I have to leave.

Fiamma wants to make it impossible

for me to stay.

But what can she do?

She intends to spread hateful lies

about me.

She will destroy my reputation.

Do you understand?

I am eyeless in Gaza,

betrayed to the Philistines.

Come on.

- Fiamma, get out!

- Go away.

Di! You're being too rough!

Miss G is leaving us,

and it's all Fiamma's fault!

We are abandoned.

What happened with Miss G last night?

You have to tell us the truth.

Were you playing St. Agnes Eve

with Miss G last night?

You have to answer.

I don't feel well.

Not so fast Princess Fiamma.

You have to tell us

what happened last night.

What do you think happened?

Did you do it with Miss G?

Did you do it for real?

You're not a virgin, are you?

You said you would be kind.

Not disgusting.

You know what's happened.

Look at what she has done to me!

Why can't you see it?

- Liar!

- No!

We have to tell someone

what she has done to me.

No.

- Take it back.

- No!

That's not how you play.

After her!

Where did she go?

I can see her. Follow me!

We're coming to get you!

Where are you?

I can see her!

You disgusting, horrible girl.

Filthy girl!

We're going to teach you a lesson.

You cow!

- Leave me alone.

- Poppy, Di, stop, please!

I can't breathe!

Di, she's had enough.

Please, please stop it.

Di. Di, what's wrong with her?

What's wrong with her?

Di, why does she sound

like that?

Go and get help.

Find Miss G, find anybody!

Thank God I found it.

I'll take it from here, Radfield.

Go and find Miss Nieven at once.

Shh...

Everything is going to be all right.

I'm here now.

Shh...

Shh...

Please, please.

Please.

Please.

My beautiful child.

My beautiful girl.

I suppose you were not really meant

for this world.

Go to sleep now.

Go to sleep.

Shh...

We didn't mean it.

We were just playing.

What's going to happen, Di?

Let's go and talk to Miss G.

Maybe she'll know what to do.

We can tell her

we just wanted to give her a scare.

Whatever we say, we did this.

We're to blame.

Please... stop.

I have to tell you something.

What can I do for you?

I thought she was special.

Your favourite.

Yes.

It's a tragedy.

But we shall move on.

And we shall be as we once were,

a team.

You don't deserve us.

Is this a protest?

You could have saved her.

You need a scapegoat.

So, of course, it has to be me.

Huh?

You forget your part in this.

Do you think you will be forgiven

for what you've done?

We don't ask for forgiveness.

Nothing will come of you now!

Your lights are extinguished!

I appreciate your coming to see me,

Miss Radfield.

We all feel we are in some way

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