Midnight by Jacqueline Wilson Read Free Book Online Page B

picture of the Violet Fairy, but she is blonde too. I’ve always longed for you to create a fairy creature with long dark hair, black as midnight.
    But I do understand. Blonde hair is so beautiful.
    With love from
    Violet
    XXX

From
Magical Creatures
by Casper Dream
The Enchantress
A sorceress; a woman versed in magical arts; a woman
whose beauty exerts irresistible influence.

Five
    WE ALL STARED at this exotic new girl. She was like a lovebird amongst a flock of sparrows.
    â€˜What does she
look
like!’ Marnie whispered to Terry.
    â€˜Who does she think she
is
?’ Terry whispered back.
    Mrs Mason was taken aback too. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the girl, wincing slightly as if in pain.
    â€˜I know there’s not much point you getting school uniform as you’re only here a few weeks, but maybe you could wear something more suitable for school tomorrow?’ she said.
    â€˜Sure,’ said the girl, smiling.
    â€˜Only here for a few weeks? I bet she’s a gypsy,’ said Terry, so loudly that the girl looked over to our front row.
    â€˜Shut
up
,’ I hissed, blushing. ‘She’s too fair to be a real Romany gypsy – and anyone else you call a traveller.’
    â€˜I’ll call her whatever I want, Miss Bossyboots,’ said Terry.
    â€˜Right, girls,’ said Mrs Mason. ‘I’d like to introduce you all to Jasmine.’
    â€˜Jasmine,’ I whispered. It was the perfect name for her.
    â€˜Where are you going to sit?’ said Mrs Mason, glancing round the room.
    â€˜I’ll sit here,’ said Jasmine pleasantly, and she walked over to my desk and sat down in the empty seat beside me.
    Mrs Mason frowned. She hadn’t meant that Jasmine should choose for herself, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. The only other spare seat was right at the back. Jasmine sat herself down with a swish of her purple skirt and a clink of her bangles. She smelled appropriately enough of jasmine scent, sweet and strange. She smiled at me. She had the most beautiful big blue eyes, outlined with kohl so they looked even larger.
    â€˜Hi,’ she said. ‘What’s your name?’
    I swallowed, my throat nearly too dry to talk. ‘Violet,’ I whispered.
    Jasmine laughed. ‘You’re kidding! Well, us flower girls had better stick together.’
    â€˜Shh, Jasmine!’ said Mrs Mason. ‘You’re not supposed to natter in class. You’re only meant to talk when you’re answering a question, and then you must put up your hand.’
    Jasmine said nothing, but she raised her eyebrows expressively.
    â€˜And I don’t care for dumb insolence,’ said Mrs Mason, going pink.
    Jasmine blinked at her, looking innocently wounded, but when Mrs Mason started calling the register Jasmine muttered, ‘Daft old bat.’
    She had a beautiful red notebook studded with beads. She opened it and started drawing a startlingly accurate cartoon figure of Mrs Mason, adding vampire fangs and outspread bat wings.
    I looked on in utter delight. She saw me staring and smiled. Mrs Mason started giving us back our English homework. Jasmine peered over my shoulder to see what mark I’d got. I was pleased that I’d got an A–. English was my best subject – well, the
only
subject I was any good at, apart from art and needlework. I’d tried especially hard analysing Mercutio’s Queen Mab speech because it was about fairies.
    Jasmine was reading what I’d written. I was suddenly scared she’d think me a sad swot.
    â€˜
Romeo and Juliet
?’ she said.
    I tried to raise my eyebrows the way she’d done. ‘We had to comment on any Shakespeare passage. Boring!’ I whispered, though I actually loved Shakespeare.
    â€˜Yeah, triple-boring,’ she said. ‘Though I don’t mind the death-bed scene.’ She started muttering Juliet’s last speech. She did it beautifully,