Ah! The new girl, he said. Come here jane eyre! Then he pointed at two of the older girls. You two
Girls-put jane eyre on that high chair! He said
Look at jane Eyre, every-body! Mr brocklehurst said this child is bad. She is a liar. She well be
Punished! Miss temple! Teachers! Grils! Do not talk to this child.
Then he spoke to me again jane eyer , you must stand on that chair for two hours he said.
You are a bad girl! That evening, I cried and cried. But Miss Temple was kind to me.
You are good pupil, jane, she said. And you are not a bad girl. I am your friend, jane
Thank you, Miss Temple, I said.
Lowood School was in unhealthy place. The build ings were wet and cold. Mr Brocklehurst owned
the school. He was a rich man. But he did not buy warm clothes for us. And he did not buy good food
for us. Everybody hated him.
In the spring, many of the girl became sick. Some of them left school. They never came back. Many of the girls died. That spring was a terrible time. We had no lessons. Miss Temple and the other teachers took care of the sick pupils. Mr Brocklehurst had to buy better food for us. And he had to buy warm clothes for us. Mr Brocklehurst never came to the school.
The next year, Lowood School moved to a better place. It was a healthier place. There was new school rooms, new bedrooms and new dining rom. The new buildings were bright and clean. The teachers were happy. After that, I was happy at Lowood School too.
I was a pupil at Lowood School for six years. Then I became a teacher. I was a teacher at the school
For two years. But I never returned to Gateshead Hall. And the Reeds never wrote to me.