Wild Child Page #5

sad, I think about...

horses being slaughtered.

So to Freddie, Poppy's

the equivalent...

of a slaughtered horse.

You're probably right.

But we're going to have

to do something...

about little Miss USA.

She needs a lesson...

in exactly who's

boss, methinks.

We think so, too.

- I didn't start it.

It wasn't my fault.

Go out and close the door.

But you asked to see me.

Yes, well, you have to knock

before you enter.

I can't believe it.

This is all horse

face's fault.

Who is it?

Jesus Christ.

Oh, dear. We were

led to believe...

you had a beard and sandals.

Now, we'll have to change that...

stained-glass window

in the school chapel.

Look, I didn't start

it, it wasn't my fault,

and if this were

America, I would sue.

That girl is a

grade one a-hole...

with a severe

attitudinal problem.

I know perfectly well

what happened, Poppy.

Then why isn't

Harriet here too?

Because, unsurprisingly,

it's you I want to talk to.

Look, I know it's

very difficult...

being the only new

girl in your year.

You mean, the

only normal girl.

- What do you like

to read, Poppy?

OK Magazine,

People, Us Weekly.

Well, might you be

able to tackle...

such a thing as a book?

- I prefer movies.

- Well, my personal library...

seems to be missing...

the book version

of Freaky Friday.

So, perhaps you

might try this.

- Oh, my uncle's producing

the film version.

Alice in Wonderland

was originally a book.

You might surprise yourself

and actually enjoy it.

This is my punishment?

This school is so weird.

What do you want...

to get out of this

school, Poppy?

To get out of this school.

You know, this school

has produced...

absolutely nobody of note.

Our leading light was the girl...

who was Princess

Diana's foot doctor.

So, if your aim is to make

the pages of Us Weekly,

then this isn't

the place for you.

What we do produce are smart,

independent, free-thinking,

good-hearted girls

who remain friends for life.

The kind of girl

that, behind all...

your wisecracks,

I know you are.

Run along now, I must get on.

My in-tray is piling up.

Not brown enough. More coffee.

More elbow grease.

You're ageing these clothes,

not stirring your tea.

I need complete authenticity.

Charlotte heard Freddie say

I looked exactly like

Keira Knightley.

Right. That's done.

Empty the water.

Not that way, fool.

You'll spill it.

Out the window.

- Out the window?

- Just get on with it.

Are you sure?

So sorry.

Just can't trust

the help these days.

Do you have a pass

to be out during lessons?

- Oh, yeah, I do.

It's right here.

Well, don't walk on the grass.

For the tenth time,

you need to make your bed.

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