MATILDA/ UNIT 6

 

Matilda: The Cursed Gift

Matilda Wormwood always knew she was different. The books she read whispered secrets to her, the wind carried voices only she could hear, and the power in her mind grew stronger each day. But the world was cruel. Her parents mocked her intelligence, her teacher Miss Honey was too weak to protect her, and the monstrous headmistress Miss Trunchbull was the worst of them all.

One evening, after enduring another night of insults from her parents, something inside Matilda snapped. The walls of her bedroom trembled, books flew from their shelves, and the mirror shattered without her even touching it. A dark thrill ran through her. She had been too kind for too long.

The next day at school, Matilda decided it was time to fix her problems—permanently.

When Miss Trunchbull stormed into the classroom, her voice a roar of hatred, Matilda didn't flinch. Instead, she smiled. A slow, knowing smile. The windows slammed shut on their own. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air grew cold.

"Who’s doing this?!" Miss Trunchbull bellowed, her face turning red.

Matilda tilted her head. The headmistress’s chair dragged itself backward, scraping loudly against the floor. The chalk on the blackboard wrote in jagged, shaky letters:

"You are a monster, Miss Trunchbull. Now, the monsters are coming for you."

Miss Trunchbull's eyes widened as her body lifted off the ground. Her limbs flailed, her screams filled the room—but there was no one to save her. The children watched, frozen in shock, as she was flung out the window. The sound of her body hitting the ground was a sickening crunch. Silence followed.

Matilda turned to her classmates. "She won’t bother us anymore," she said softly.

No one clapped. No one cheered. They only stared at the girl who once stood for justice… and now stood in the place of a fallen tyrant.

That night, Matilda's parents decided to leave town, but Matilda had other plans. As her father packed his bags, the car keys melted in his hands. The furniture pushed them back every time they tried to step outside. The phone cord wrapped itself around her mother’s wrist like a hungry snake.

"You never wanted me," Matilda whispered, her eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "Now, the house doesn’t want you either."

By morning, the Wormwoods had disappeared. Their car was still parked in the driveway. Their suitcases sat untouched by the door. But the house was eerily quiet. And Matilda?

She went to school, as if nothing had happened.

Miss Honey became the new headmistress, but something had changed in her too. She never questioned Matilda’s growing power. Never asked about the missing Wormwoods. Never wondered why the school felt different—darker.

Because deep down, Miss Honey knew the truth.

Matilda wasn’t just special anymore.

She was unstoppable.

And God help anyone who dared cross her path.