BOOK 15  Here comes trouble
Chapter 1
On Friday afternoon Class Seven had an Art lesson. It was their favourite lesson of the week。 Everyone looked forward to it。
Everyone except Trudy Hubble.
Trudy had elbows that stuck out and knocked things over。 Her hands were large and clumsy。 Her feet were so big she was always tripping over things.
When she came into the classroom Rob Mason said, ‘Look out， here comes Trouble!'
This was Rob’s idea of a joke。 He called her ‘Trouble’ because it sounded like her two names—Trudy Hubble-put together. The other kids laughed。 Trudy had to smile and pretend she didn’t mind.
But she did mind。 She minded a lot.
Mrs Weston said, ‘Sit down， Trudy。 Let Lisa bring you a water jar and some paints.'
Trudy knew why Mrs Weston wanted her to sit down。 Mrs Weston had been her teacher for three months now. She had seen what happened when Trudy tried to do Art. It was always a disaster!
Lisa Gibbs fetched paper and paint and brushes。
She put them on the table she shared with Trudy. Next， she filled a jar with water and took that to Trudy. Before she sat down she moved her chair as far away from Trudy as possible。
Trudy wished she could be more like Lisa。 Lisa never knocked things over. She had small hands and feet and wavy brown hair。 Trudy's hair was as straight as straw。
‘Now， today,’ Mrs Weston said, ‘I’d like you to paint me a monster. The scariest monster you can think of。’
‘Oh, great!’ Class Seven loved painting monsters。
Trudy decided to start with the eyes。 The eyes were the scariest part of any monster。 She dipped her brush in red paint. Then she made two large red circles on the paper.
Then two large yellow circles。
Then two large green circles.
But it didn’t look much like a monster。 It looked more like two sets of traffic lights.
She glanced at Lisa’s picture. Lisa had painted a beautiful green dragon with flames coming out of its mouth。
Trudy sighed。 She reached out to dip her brush in some black paint and—oh, no！
She knocked over the jam jar. Dirty water spread in a pool across the table. It drowned Lisa’s dragon。
‘Oops， sorry，' Trudy muttered。
Lisa started down at her soggy picture。 Tears came into her eyes.
Rob Mason came over to look. ‘Hey, Mrs Weston!’ he called。 ‘Come and see what Trudy’s done now。’
Trudy went red in the face。 ‘I'll get a cloth，’ she muttered.
She jumped to her feet-and-
Her chair fell over backwards.
She turned round and her paintbrush caught Rob Mason across the face. It gave him a droopy black moustache.
He was so surprised that he staggered back against a wire bookstand。 The bookstand came crashing down and books went all over the floor。
‘Oh, no!' Mrs Weston came hurrying over. She caught her leg on Trudy’s chair and laddered her tights。
Chapter 2
  I hate Art， Trudy thought as she went home on the bus。 And I hate school! She wished she never had to go to school again.
  The bus stopped outside her house。 She jumped up from her seat。 Her elbow knocked a woman's hat right over her eyes.
  She got off the bus and ran indoors。
oops i did again
  As soon as she opened the door she knew something was wrong. The house was too quiet。 Not a sound from the kitchen。 Not a sound in the hall。
  ‘Mum？’ she called。
  ‘I’m upstairs, Trudy.’ Mum’s voice sounded strange， all hoarse and croaky.
  Trudy went upstairs two-at-a—time。 She opened the bedroom door.
  Mum lay in bed, holding a box of paper hankies。 ‘I’ve got an awful cold，’ she said. ‘Don’t come too close or you might catch it.'
  ‘Okay。’ Trudy stayed near the door. ‘Shall I make you a mug of tea?’
  Mum said quickly, ‘No, thanks。 I’ll wait till your dad gets home.’
  Trudy sighed. She knew why Mum didn’t want her to make any tea. She was afraid Trudy would spill it coming up the stairs。
  ‘What's that？’ Trudy asked eagerly.
  ‘Take a message to Mrs Willow. Tell her I shan’t be well enough to come to work tomorrow。’ Mum blew her nose into a paper hanky。 ‘She’s a very old lady。 I don’t want to give her my cold.’
  Trudy turned to the door。
  ‘Thanks。 Oh, but Trudy—‘
  Trudy stopped. ‘Yes, Mum?’
  ‘Mrs willow's house is full of beautiful things。 I have to be very, very careful not to break anything。 So, if she asks you to come in， you’d better say no。’
  Trudy sighed. ‘Yes， Mum。'
  She went downstairs again and ran along the crowded street. ‘Oops, sorry，' she said as she bumped into a passer-by。

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