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Clarice nudged each other and sniggered, before sashaying off.
‘Don’t listen to them, Lottie,’ Arabella said. Her cheeks had gone red so I knew she was angry. ‘They’re mean to everyone. They like to find people’s weak spots, it’s really pathetic. You should have seen how they treated Davina and I last term when we were campaigning to be prefects.’
‘I do find everything here a bit scary actually,’ Lottie said, tears coming into her eyes. ‘Including them. Everything is so big and expensive looking, there’s even a menu at dinner time. At home we usually have beans on toast, or sausages and mash. I mean look,’ she held up the menu. ‘Tonight we can order caviar on bruschetta to start with and I don’t even know what that is.’ A tear rolled down her cheek and I went to give her a hug.
‘Caviar is just fish eggs, they look small and black, and bruschetta is like crunchy bread. Try it, it’s a rather tangy combination,’ Arabella grinned. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to all the glitz and glamour and you’ll probably find that most people here are nice and normal, even if they have got more money than you’re used to. It’s only a handful of people like Cleo and Clarice who are unbearable snobs.’
Hmm, I thought, looking at Erica, who as usual was looking bored. She might just fall into the unbearable snob category.
‘Erica, what school did you go to before you came to Egmont?’ I asked, giving her my biggest smile. I wondered if I’d got her wrong and she just looked bored by accident, when she was actually nervous or something. Don’t judge a book by its cover, Carrie always says.
‘I had a full time governess,’ Erica said, yawning. ‘My father paid through the nose for the best teacher he could find to come and live with us. She taught me all the subjects like maths, writing, history, geography, art and music. I’m extremely clever, my governess told me that all the time, so I’ll probably find all the work here at Egmont really easy and rather dull.’
Arabella laughed then turned it in to a cough. Lottie looked down at the tablecloth again, looking even more depressed than before. I stared at Erica, wondering why anyone would actually
announce
that they were clever. Surely Lottie was clever if she got a Maths scholarship, but she didn’t go on about it like that. In fact she didn’t seem to have much confidence in herself at all.
Just then, a loud crash rang through the dining room. The two metal kitchen doors swung on their hinges, and about twenty chefs wearing puffy white hats and black and white checked trousers burst into the hall. In the lead was Marcel, our tiny, French head chef.
‘Uh oh, here we go,’ Arabella said. She looked at me and grinned, then leaned towards Lottie and Erica. ‘You’ll get used to this, they do it every evening. They seem a bit crazy at first but boy, do they cook good food.’
‘Good evening Egmont girls. Marcel and ‘iz team are ‘ere to take your orders,’ the head chef shouted. Then he turned and waved his fist at the larger man behind him. ‘You, Jean Paul, you just trod on my foot and ‘urt it very much. Say you’re sorry right
now
.’
‘Never!’ The man shouted back. ‘Your giant, clod hopping foot was in
my
way. Now let me pass, Marcel, so I can take these poor, starving girls’ orders.’
‘You ‘orrible man, Jean Paul,’ Marcel hissed, as he hopped up and down, rubbing his foot. ‘Fine, don’t say sorry to me. Maybe I will just fire you next week.’ With that, each chef ran to a different table, notepads held high. Lottie’s mouth was open and even Erica had woken up a bit.
‘That was so funny,’ Lottie breathed.
‘That was ridiculous,’ Erica snorted. ‘My dad’s chef is much more sophisticated than that, he’d never make such a show of himself in public.’
‘Let’s order,’ I said quickly, seeing Arabella grind her teeth. Me and Lottie ordered the cous cous on rye bread to
‘Don’t listen to them, Lottie,’ Arabella said. Her cheeks had gone red so I knew she was angry. ‘They’re mean to everyone. They like to find people’s weak spots, it’s really pathetic. You should have seen how they treated Davina and I last term when we were campaigning to be prefects.’
‘I do find everything here a bit scary actually,’ Lottie said, tears coming into her eyes. ‘Including them. Everything is so big and expensive looking, there’s even a menu at dinner time. At home we usually have beans on toast, or sausages and mash. I mean look,’ she held up the menu. ‘Tonight we can order caviar on bruschetta to start with and I don’t even know what that is.’ A tear rolled down her cheek and I went to give her a hug.
‘Caviar is just fish eggs, they look small and black, and bruschetta is like crunchy bread. Try it, it’s a rather tangy combination,’ Arabella grinned. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to all the glitz and glamour and you’ll probably find that most people here are nice and normal, even if they have got more money than you’re used to. It’s only a handful of people like Cleo and Clarice who are unbearable snobs.’
Hmm, I thought, looking at Erica, who as usual was looking bored. She might just fall into the unbearable snob category.
‘Erica, what school did you go to before you came to Egmont?’ I asked, giving her my biggest smile. I wondered if I’d got her wrong and she just looked bored by accident, when she was actually nervous or something. Don’t judge a book by its cover, Carrie always says.
‘I had a full time governess,’ Erica said, yawning. ‘My father paid through the nose for the best teacher he could find to come and live with us. She taught me all the subjects like maths, writing, history, geography, art and music. I’m extremely clever, my governess told me that all the time, so I’ll probably find all the work here at Egmont really easy and rather dull.’
Arabella laughed then turned it in to a cough. Lottie looked down at the tablecloth again, looking even more depressed than before. I stared at Erica, wondering why anyone would actually
announce
that they were clever. Surely Lottie was clever if she got a Maths scholarship, but she didn’t go on about it like that. In fact she didn’t seem to have much confidence in herself at all.
Just then, a loud crash rang through the dining room. The two metal kitchen doors swung on their hinges, and about twenty chefs wearing puffy white hats and black and white checked trousers burst into the hall. In the lead was Marcel, our tiny, French head chef.
‘Uh oh, here we go,’ Arabella said. She looked at me and grinned, then leaned towards Lottie and Erica. ‘You’ll get used to this, they do it every evening. They seem a bit crazy at first but boy, do they cook good food.’
‘Good evening Egmont girls. Marcel and ‘iz team are ‘ere to take your orders,’ the head chef shouted. Then he turned and waved his fist at the larger man behind him. ‘You, Jean Paul, you just trod on my foot and ‘urt it very much. Say you’re sorry right
now
.’
‘Never!’ The man shouted back. ‘Your giant, clod hopping foot was in
my
way. Now let me pass, Marcel, so I can take these poor, starving girls’ orders.’
‘You ‘orrible man, Jean Paul,’ Marcel hissed, as he hopped up and down, rubbing his foot. ‘Fine, don’t say sorry to me. Maybe I will just fire you next week.’ With that, each chef ran to a different table, notepads held high. Lottie’s mouth was open and even Erica had woken up a bit.
‘That was so funny,’ Lottie breathed.
‘That was ridiculous,’ Erica snorted. ‘My dad’s chef is much more sophisticated than that, he’d never make such a show of himself in public.’
‘Let’s order,’ I said quickly, seeing Arabella grind her teeth. Me and Lottie ordered the cous cous on rye bread to
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