Unforgettable Fifth at Trebizon by Anne Digby

Author:Anne Digby [Digby, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 9781899587322
Publisher: Straw Hat
Published: 2011-10-02T16:00:00+00:00

EIGHT

EMMANUELLE'S LOVELY DAY

'Rebecca!' shrieked Emmanuelle in delight, clutching carrier bags and elbowing her way off the coach. 'I am HERE!'

'Emmanuelle!'

The two fair-haired girls threaded towards each other, through the throng, then embraced warmly.

'Re-becc-a!'

'Em-man-u-elle!'

It was early morning. Commemoration Day had dawned brightly. The west country was enjoying a spell of perfect midsummer weather. The air was soft and balmy, birds twittering everywhere in the school grounds.

'Is this really where you all live? It is beautiful!' exclaimed Emmanuelle, staring up at Court House. 'Will I be sleeping in this big house?'

'You will!' confirmed Rebecca. 'Let's get your luggage, I'll give you a hand. You've got the Fourth Year floor, just below ours. They've all cleared off to Wales to make room for you!' The Fourths had left the day before for a week's Outdoor Activities. 'We've bagged Jen's old room for you, so you and Anne-Marie can share. It's a two-bedder. It's in the front!' She pointed up to a first floor window. 'Look - that's your room - up there!'

'But you're not allowed to talk French to each other,' said Jenny, coming up with Anne-Marie. She was smiling. 'English only.'

'Some hopes!' said Rebecca, and they all laughed.

There was a long and exciting day ahead. She was pleased to see that the French girls looked perfectly fresh, having slept on the overnight crossing from Roscoff, the coach from Plymouth now dropping them off at the different boarding houses. Here, on the big gravelled forecourt in front of Court House, all was bustle and din. Mrs Barrington was chatting to Madame Bouvier, the French teacher in charge of the Court House group. She'd be sleeping in the Barringtons' private wing of the house. Mara and Christelle were talking volubly to each other. Tish was dutifully humping Sandrine's suitcase towards the front porch for her. Sue had linked arms with Ariane; Margot and Elf were standing with Coralie and Marie-Laure in the queue by the luggage compartment.

'You look so well, Rebecca!' said Emmanuelle, as they walked round the coach and joined the queue themselves. 'Your exams - they are all over, yes?'

'Yes!' replied Rebecca. 'At long last.'

She'd done her best, her very best. She could do no more. Her GCSEs were behind her, the results unknown; something for the future.

This was the present. Emmanuelle had arrived at Trebizon. She intended to enjoy every moment.

And to see to it that Emmanuelle did, too.

Commemoration Day had its ups and downs, was not as totally enjoyable as planned, as far as Rebecca herself was concerned. No matter how carefully you planned things, she decided ruefully, there was always the unexpected.

But to her great satisfaction, Emmanuelle seemed to take to Trebizon like a duck to water (which made her subsequent behaviour all the more extraordinary). She appeared to have a marvellous day.

She loved her room, she said. She was bowled over by Trebizon's beautiful grounds. She insisted that the long Founder's service in the morning was Majestic, Rebecca! No, no, no! Not boring at all! She thought the

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