I watched as my twin studiously copied from the blackboard. I wondered if this was how she’d behaved when she’d been pretending to be me. I never did anything studiously.
At least this time it didn’t really matter if we acted like each other or not – Madame Lovelace was blind as a bat, and not particularly observant even with her spectacles on. So instead of doing my work, I started drawing in my jotter instead. I drew myself, dancing, and then I drew Ivy next to me. Ballet was the only lesson I was looking forward to. At least Miss Finch knew the full truth about what had happened – there was no chance she would pretend that Ivy was new and I’d never been away, like Mrs Knight was.
I was still doodling when the bell rang for the end of class, and almost jumped out of my skin. Penny noticed and laughed. I pulled a face at her and gathered up my things.
Ivy frowned at me as I headed to the front of class. “You can’t just do that, Scarlet,” she said, when we’d left the classroom.
“Do what?”
“Pretend to be me!” she snapped.
“I didn’t want to sit next to Violet.”
“Well, can you give me some warning next time?” And with that, my twin shot ahead of me through the crowds.
Fine, I thought. If she wants to be alone, she can be alone. I turned round, intent on storming off in the other direction.
And came face to face with Violet.
I was rooted to the spot. I couldn’t breathe as it all came flashing back to me. The freezing rooftop. The fight. Miss Fox dangling her over the edge.
Was she going to hit me? Scream in my face? Promise revenge?
But no, her eyes were blank as if I were invisible to her. “Excuse me,” she whispered absently.
And she walked straight past me.
I tried my best to pull myself together for the rest of the lessons that day, but it was difficult when my twin was clearly still annoyed with me. I didn’t understand why she was so cross. She’d already had plenty of practice at playing my role, so why was it a problem now? I thought she didn’t want to have to pretend to be new.
We retreated to room thirteen to get changed into our leotards. “I don’t know what’s got into Violet,” I said. “She’s not her usual awful self at all. She’s not really anything. Just blank.”
Ivy sighed. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
I thought she’d say something about how Violet had probably been through an ordeal that had affected her, how we should be grateful that she wasn’t trying to murder me. But she just sighed a little more loudly and continued pulling on her tights.
We ran down to ballet (well, I ran, and Ivy just walked quickly, keen not to break any rules). Miss Finch greeted us as we descended into the chilly basement.
“Welcome back, Scarlet,” she said to me quietly and with a smile. “I trust you haven’t forgotten your warm-up?”
I shook my head. “No, Miss.”
“Good. And be on your best behaviour, please.” She looked pointedly at the piano. I hoped my embarrassment didn’t show.
Miss Finch smiled at Ivy, too, but didn’t welcome her to the class. Ivy looked grateful for that.
I took hold of the barre next to my sister and began my exercises, right leg first, then left leg.
It was something so very simple, but it felt like coming home. When I practised ballet, I wasn’t just Scarlet any more, I was Scarlet, the world-famous prima ballerina of the future. My destiny stretched out in front of me. And with Ivy by my side, no matter how cross she was, everything felt complete.
My bliss was interrupted by Penny whispering in my ear. “You may be back, but I haven’t forgotten that we’ve got unfinished business, Scarlet Grey. I’m going to find out why Violet won’t talk to me, and if it’s got anything to do with you then there’ll be trouble.”
I frowned at her. “Why would it be my fault?”
She elbowed me viciously. “Supposedly she went to some school in France, lording it about while you were locked away in an asylum. Yet she’s gone all weird and silent while you’re just fine and dandy! And the teachers are acting like Ivy is a brand new pupil and you’ve been here all along! Something doesn’t add up.”
I wasn’t fine, but Penny didn’t know that. “I’m brilliant, thank you. Now leave me alone.” I moved into rond de jambe à terre, moving my leg in a half circle, intent on ignoring her.
“Listen, scum,” she spat. “I want my friend back. And I will do whatever it takes, do you understand?”
I said nothing, but I felt my insides turn to ice. I knew just how far Penny would go.
That night I woke up, and Scarlet was gone.
I’d been fast asleep until a boom of thunder rattled the window and jolted my eyes open. A lightning flash lit up the room a moment later, and I saw that her bed was empty.
The storm didn’t frighten me, but Scarlet’s absence did. For a moment I thought that she was still dead and I was alone at Rookwood School again.
But no, I was in the opposite bed, there was no Ariadne and I could see my twin’s leotard and ballet shoes dangling off the chair. I breathed a sigh of relief.
So where was she?
It felt like some time that I was lying there, staring at the door. Finally the handle turned, and Scarlet crept back in.
She jumped when she saw that I was looking at her.
“Where did you go?” I whispered.
“Nowhere,” she said. And then, “I just went to the lavatory.”
“Ah,” I said, relieved.
She climbed back into her own bed, and I drifted back to sleep, listening to the storm raging outside.
When Scarlet and I got down to breakfast the next morning, Ariadne came rushing over to me with her tray. “I just overheard Mrs Knight talking to one of the other teachers. She said there’s been a theft! Apparently Mr Bartholomew is furious.”
My ears pricked up at this. “Oh? I wonder what was stolen?” At least it wasn’t us this time, I thought, our escapade in the kitchens springing to mind.
And then I remembered.
Scarlet had left our room last night, and I couldn’t truly say how long for.
I watched my twin as she sat down with her porridge. She must have heard Ariadne, but she didn’t say anything. Had she been involved?
“Honestly, Mrs Knight sounded really scared about how angry he was.” Ariadne frowned. “Her hands were all shaky. I think she’s afraid of the headmaster. Do you think that’s why she’s going along with him, telling everyone that you’re a new pupil? He can’t be as bad as Miss Fox, can he?”
I shrugged. I didn’t want to think about it. But if Mrs Knight was scared of him, well … perhaps that did explain why she wasn’t telling everyone the truth about me.
“There’s going to be an assembly about it,” Ariadne continued. Her lip started quivering. “I hope I don’t get a caning.”
“Why would you?”
“Well … I was eavesdropping …” She cringed, as if she’d admitted to some sort of hideous crime.
I laughed and patted her on the back. “I know this school has a lot of rules, Ariadne, but I don’t think there’s one about that.”
“Oh, phew.”
I turned back to Scarlet. “Scarlet, do you know anything about what’s been stolen?”
“No,” she said, chewing a mouthful of her breakfast. “Why would I?”
I frowned. I had a feeling my sister was keeping something from me.
It was Mrs Knight who took the stage at assembly. That was a relief, at least. I was in no hurry to see Mr Bartholomew again.
“Girls, I’m afraid I have a serious matter to discuss. There was a theft last night.” Cue the collective gasps of everyone except me, Scarlet and Ariadne. “Now, since there was no break-in, we have to presume that one of you is responsible. I have to say, I am deeply disappointed.”
Someone near the front raised their hand.
“Yes, Liza?”
“What was stolen, Miss?”
/> “Clothes belonging to Penelope Winchester. They were taken from the laundry.”
Now it was my turn to be shocked. I looked around and located Penny, a few rows behind me. She looked livid.
Suddenly I was even more worried. Scarlet and Penny’s dislike for each other was legendary. Penny had been horrible to her just yesterday. What if my twin was out for revenge?
There was a flurry of whispers, and Mrs Knight waved her arms to quieten everyone down. “We take thefts very seriously at this school, and if the culprit is caught then they will be –” she paused, swallowed – “duly punished.”
Scarlet’s face was blank, not betraying anything.
Mrs Knight looked down at the piece of paper she was holding. “The headmaster wants you to know that he will be keeping an eye on you all, and increasing the levels of discipline if necessary.” For a moment, a horrified look passed over her face, and then she regained her composure. “And to that end, I have a list here of the new prefects. Prefects will be responsible for reporting to the headmaster if they witness anyone breaking a rule.” She unfurled a piece of paper and cleared her throat. “Miss Winchester is the first to be appointed.”
Several people groaned, and before I could catch myself I was groaning as well. Penny was sure to be a nightmare as a prefect.
Scarlet was no longer expressionless – now her eyebrows were narrowed and her cheeks were puffed out.
The list went on. “Maureen Alcott. Lettie Clark. Dot Campbell. All of these girls have been recommended for their exemplary behaviour. If you have been selected, please report to Mr Bartholomew this afternoon.”
When we left the hall, Scarlet sped out past me, not saying a word.
Ariadne grabbed on to my dress. “Isn’t this awful? Penny as a prefect? I mean, I thought we’d reached some kind of agreement with her, but she’s being as nasty as ever.”
“And now someone’s stolen her clothes.” I frowned. “She’ll probably be even worse than usual, trying to find out who did it.”
“I don’t understand why Mr Bartholomew would pick her. He is … he’s so …”
“Strange?”
She nodded, mousy hair bobbing.
I sighed. “I think everyone here is.”
At lunchtime I found I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. It had been playing on my mind all day – was Scarlet the culprit?
It was a pleasant day after the night’s storm had exhausted the rain clouds, so I led my twin outside and under an enormous oak tree at the back of the school.
“What do you want, Ivy? I assume you didn’t drag me all the way out here to make daisy chains.”
“No, I want to know what you’re playing at.”
“I’m not playing at anything,” she snapped.
“You were out of our room last night. If you didn’t steal Penny’s clothes, then—”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t steal Penny’s clothes! Why would I? Who do you think I am?”
“Well, you’ve got to admit it looks suspicious.”
“No,” she said, “it doesn’t. Because I’m your twin, and you shouldn’t suspect me.”
“You haven’t really given me a reason not to!” I retaliated. “You have a history of keeping things from me. Important things. Or have you forgotten what you got up to last year?”
Scarlet turned away, arms crossed and fuming. She wasn’t going to forgive me for this. I should have given up, but I told myself that I wasn’t going to let her walk all over me for a moment longer. “Don’t ignore me!”
She didn’t look round. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. I’ll do whatever I want.”
“You can’t just do whatever you want!” I tugged on her shoulder until she had no choice but to face me again. “You wanted to get into this school so badly that you switched our entrance papers. That’s the reason all of this happened in the first place! But now you’ve got what you wanted and you’re just wasting it by getting in trouble all over again!”
“You don’t understand!” she shouted back. “And you never will!”
And with that, she stormed off, and I was alone.
After half-dozing through lessons and a tepid dinner, it was night-time once more. I wouldn’t talk to my twin, and she didn’t seem keen to talk to me, either. I waited for her to drift off to sleep, even giving her a poke in the shoulder to double check, and then I pulled out my new diary from its hiding place.
Rookwood School was an eerie place at night, drenched in shadows and silence. I didn’t even know if I wanted to keep a diary any more. But it was better than lying sleepless in bed, especially when I knew what nightmares may come. Girls with blank faces locked away in the walls, banging with their fists, screaming to be let out …
That was why, the night before, I’d got up and wandered to the lavatories. But even that had scared me. It was safer to stay in bed.
Dear Diary,
I wish I was somewhere else. Anywhere else.
I wrote those words and stared at them. What else was there to say?
Ivy thinks I stole Penny’s clothes, but I didn’t. I wish I had, because the look on her freckled face was priceless. But I wouldn’t do it, not really. I’m not a thief.
Why doesn’t Ivy trust me?
I only left the room because I couldn’t sleep. This place scares me. But I needed to prove to myself that I could walk its corridors and nothing bad would happen to me.
I sniffed and tried to pretend that there weren’t any tears in my eyes. I looked up at the tall dark windows, raindrops pouring down them in sheets. The words just didn’t want to come. This wasn’t me. Scarlet Grey didn’t get scared.
Thump.
What was that?
I sat bolt upright.
Thump.
The room was almost pitch black, but I could just make out the lump that was Ivy under her covers and hear her snoring softly. I was safe. Nothing was going to get me in here.
I just had to keep telling myself that.
Wednesday morning dawned, and the morning bell was like a hammer to my head. If Ivy had noticed I’d been awake, she didn’t say anything about it. But then she didn’t say two words to me anyway.
And it didn’t look like things were going to get any better when Mrs Knight once again called an assembly.
“It greatly saddens me to tell you that there were yet more thefts last night. A good deal of food was stolen from the kitchens, and –” she paused and looked down at her sheet of paper as if she couldn’t quite believe it – “Miss Jones tells me that books have gone missing from the library as well. Really, girls, this is appalling!”
A ripple of murmurs spread through the hall, and I knew everyone was speculating about who the thief was. I heard something in the night, I thought. Maybe it was the thief.
I turned to my twin, about to whisper to her, when I saw her furrowed brow. Ugh. It was no use. She’d probably think I was just trying to cover my tracks.
“Thieves will not be tolerated in this school. If you know anything about who might be responsible, please report it to myself or Mr Bartholomew immediately.” Mrs Knight carried on giving notices, and then read a story from the Bible and told us all how it was bad to steal. As if we didn’t know.
Well, I supposed one person didn’t.
Who could it be?
At the end of assembly, I saw Penny march up to Mrs Knight and start whispering something to her. I kept an eye on her as I stood, ready to leave, and saw her point very clearly in my direction.
The little leech! She was telling on me! And for once, I hadn’t even done anything wrong. I looked around for my twin to share my disbelief, but she had already walked out.
I stood, momentarily glued to the spot, but Mrs Knight beckoned me over. Despite the rising panic inside me, I smiled calmly and tried to look as innocent as possible.
Penny gave me the stare of death as she walked away from us. I would not let her pin this all on me just to earn herself a few house points.
Perfect prefect Penny. I shuddered.
“Scarlet,” said Mrs Knight, “Penelope thinks you may know something about the recent thefts. She thinks you have some sort of grudge against her.”
“Please, Miss. She’s the one with the grudge against me. I haven’t done anything.”
Mrs Knight sighed. “Honestly, I think you’re both as bad as each other. Run along, then,” she said. “But you need to be careful. If there’s any evidence against you, Mr Bartholomew is going to come down on you like …”
“… a ton of bricks?” I finished, having received that threat many times.
She fixed me with a stern, searching look. “Perhaps make that two tons,” she said.
Even though we didn’t have ballet that day, I wanted to talk to Miss Finch. Ivy was still cross with me, and I barely knew Ariadne. If there was anyone who might be on my side, it would definitely be Miss Finch. She’d helped to rescue me, after all.
I lurked on the ballet studio stairs at the end of the day, arms folded, waiting for her lesson to finish. Eventually, once the gaggle of older girls had left, she noticed me standing there.
“Hello, Scarlet,” she said, peering up the stairwell at me. “Are you settling back in well? How’s Ivy getting on?”
“I didn’t do it,” I said.
She blinked at me. “That’s nice. What is it you didn’t do, exactly?”
“I’m not the thief, I mean. Everyone thinks I am, but I’m not. I swear!”
She nodded gently, and then indicated for me to come down into the room. I followed her to her piano stool, and she perched on it. Her bad leg meant she had to rest often. “I believe you.”
“Will you vouch for me?” I asked. “Tell the other teachers that I didn’t do it?”
She played a few keys on the piano, the way she sometimes did when she was thinking about things. “Scarlet,” she said after a moment, “like I said, I believe you. And I don’t think you’d lie to me. Not any more.” A pointed look. She was thinking about the piano-smashing incident. I felt my cheeks flush. “But I’m also not sure if me telling everyone will do any good. Especially not if there’s evidence against you.”
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