Amanda Thripp. What are those?” Miss Trunchbull stared at the little blonde girl with her hair in two neat plaits. She strode in a circle around Amanda glaring at her in a menacing way. Her heavy, black boots crunched on the gravel with every step. You mean my pigtails?,” Amanda replied sweetly. She looked up at the mean woman towering above her. Miss Trenchbull gripped the whip she had in her hand and sneered, “Do I allow pigtails in my school
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