She was a girl gone all bad and this made her mom very sad. She was wicked and jealous. Her friends with her were always cautious. She would frame a story and make it look real. And give wounds to others which would not heal. She was a trickster but she in class was the monitor, probably only because of her cruelty. Nobody wanted to adopt her individuality. About her, this was the reality. One day she fell down from her chair and showed a wound bare. To mom saying Janice, her maid had done this. Janice was heavily scolded and she cried. She could not convince mom however hard she tried. Then one day she spilt ink on her frock and said it was Jack, the other man servants work. Jack was scolded and his wages for one month were cut. Because of Matilda’s nature, all mouths were shut. trinket. Without her knowledge, a fire rose somewhere in her house and she terrified cried fire. But hey did you forget, everyone already knew that she was a born liar. She cried and cried but no one came to her. She desperately cried mother -mother. All knew her game so she got no help. She should have projected to the world a truthful nice self. She yelled louder and louder saying she was all truth. The people knew this was a new story from her old bad trick book. So came an end to the haughty and naughty Matilda. She learnt her lesson late. But we must learn early the lesson to be good souls in all ways. We must learn to brighten by good deeds our precious days.