'I feel quite sick when I realize that I'm going to have you in my
school for the next years,Miss Trunchbull told the children She looked slowly along the lines of small faces. 'You!' she shouted,pointing at a small boy called Rupert. 'What is two sevens?'Sixteen,' answered Rupert, too quickly.
Miss Trunchbull walked towards him like a dangerous animal
who has just found something nice to eat.
'Eighteen!' Rupert cried .'Eighteen, not six She put one of her large hands round Rupert's
beautiful golden hair and lifted him out of his chair.
teen!''You stupid little sausage!' shouted Miss Trunchbull. 'You oilylittle hamburger!'