The six and a half year old brown haired girl sat with her face scrunched in concentration as she stared deeply at the group of cheerios sitting on the kitchen table. MOVE! She yelled at it within her mind.

"What the hell are you doing you little brat? Clean this mess off the table!" Harry Wormwood barked at his daughter.

"Yes, daddy." Matilda quickly answered swiping her hand across the table and scooping up the scattered pieces of cereal into her palm before making her way over to the trash can.

"I work too damn hard for you to be wasting food like that!" The large man with the receding hairline said.

"Sorry, daddy." Matilda said returning to the table to properly pour herself a bowl of cereal this time. Matilda scooped a spoonful of cheerios in her mouth as she sat deep in thought. Maybe this was all just her imagination, Matilda thought to herself ignoring her older brother, Mikey, who had began throwing his own cereal at her. She had thought for sure she had somehow blown that TV in the living room to bits the other night. All she had done was glare at it while wishing it would break and the next thing everyone knew, it exploded! Maybe it was all just a coincidence. Maybe she had stayed up one too many nights reading past her bedtime.

Matilda simply sighed again as she got up and put her empty bowl in the kitchen sink before finishing getting ready for kindergarten. Matilda slipped on her favorite blue dress before carefully brushing her hair and tying it up with her red silk ribbon. After carefully going over her "special homework" from Miss Honey (8th grade algebra) she packed up her backpack and waited by the car. Soon Matilda was on her way to her most favorite place of all-school. Matilda smiled widely as she took her seat behind her best friend after saying good morning to Miss Honey.

"Want to hear something crazy?" Matilda whispered to her friend. "The other night I think I broke my families TV set; with my mind!"

"I think you've been reading too much." Lavender said giggling.

"Yeah, I think you're right." Matilda agreed smiling, but suddenly frowned when she was alerted by a sudden pressure coming from her bladder. Matilda looked at the clock checking to see how much time she had before class started. If the Trunchbull found her out in the hallway even a second after the bell rang! She didn't even want to think about that!

"You okay?" Lavender asked seeing the sudden serious expression on her friends face.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Matilda admitted blushing slightly. Normally she could hold it no problem, but today was show and tell and she didn't want to be distracted at all. Suddenly the bell rang as everyone ran to their seats before the Trunchbull made her morning rounds. Everyone jumped slightly as a large stern looking woman with her hair pulled into a tight bun holding a leather riding crop stormed in un-announced.

"Surprise inspection!" The Trunchbull yelled snapping the riding crop in her hand. "Everyone on your feet!"

All the children, including Miss Honey, nervously sprang up at attention. "Textbooks have been going missing from my office!" The Trunchbull said walking up and down the row of children glaring at each and everyone of them as they all nervously averted their eyes. "I think I know just who the thief is!" The Trunchbull said glaring down onto the small brown haired girl. "Wormwood! Open your backpack!" Matilda gulped as she picked up her bag and unzipped it before having it suddenly snatched out of her hand and overturned onto the floor. Textbooks of various grade levels spilled onto the ground with loud thumps as the Trunchbull bent down to pick up the Intermediate Algebra book that under normal circumstances a kindergartener should have no business carrying around.

"I-t's not what it looks like!" Matilda stuttered as she felt the back of her dress grabbed.

"Oh, I think It's exactly what it looks like!" The Trunchbull said smiling maliciously while showing off her yellowing teeth. "You've been stealing books out of my office!" She spat.

"Ms. Trunchbull, please-" Miss Honey started to say.

"Shut up, Jen." The fat woman said grabbing a fistful of Matilda's hair from the back of her head causing the young girl to wince in pain as her eyes watered. "I've caught the thief red handed! Don't try and cover for her!" She snarled pointing the riding crop at the blond woman who looked on with a look of horror on her face. "I'm taking the brat where she belongs and if you take one step out of this classroom you're fired!" She threatened while dragging Matilda through the hall and into her office.

"No, please! Not the Chokee!" Matilda begged as she was drug along.

"That's exactly where you're going you good for nothing thief!" She yelled opening a separate door that had several large nails and pieces of glass protruding from the inside. Matilda grimaced as the door was opened to reveal the tiny space only a child could fit in without being impaled by the sharp pointy objects. "Now stay there!" The Trunchbull said pushing the young girl into the corner and slamming the door closed and bolting it with several dead locks. Matilda whimpered as she stood in place while the door was shut leaving her in total blackness.

Tears rushed into the young girls eyes as she stood trembling in the dark from fear. How long would she have to stay in here? An hour went by and then another as the cause of the girls trembling went from fear to her steadily filling bladder. She tried to take her mind off of it by thinking about the latest book she had read by Charles Dickens. Matilda moaned quietly shifting from foot to foot thankful that her small size allowed her that much room to move about. Her teacher, Miss Honey, had been giving her textbooks from more advanced grades to help her prepare for college. The Trunchbull must have noticed they had begun to go missing from the supply cabinet in her office.

"I have to pee." Matilda whispered in agony as she grabbed the front of her dress and bunched the material inside her legs to get a better hold. What was it that she had read about the human urinary system? Girls her age could only hold so many mls before their bladders gave up. Matilda moaned again as she used both her hands to press down in order to apply extra pressure. She didn't dare call out for help for fear of her sentence inside the Chokee being doubled, or even tripled, but she was running out of time. If she had an accident who knows how the Trunchbull would punish her. Not just the Trunchbull, but her parents as well! Last time she wet the bed they took away all her books for a week! She was only three at the time to boot; she didn't want to know what would happen if her mom was called to the school to pick her up because she had wet.

Matilda grimaced as she felt moisture beginning to enter her panties. She pressed down even harder and slightly bent her knees as much as the small space would allow. Another ten minutes in she had begun to leak for a second. Matilda wondered how long she had been in here. How many hours had it been? She moaned in desperation as a second longer leak escaped and then a third.

"SOMEONE HELP!" She finally yelled out as the door began clanging as if someone was trying to open and close it without undoing the deadbolts. Finally after several hours Matilda lost control as she felt warm liquid beginning to trickle down her legs; slowly at first but picking up momentum as Matilda finally gave up and removed her hands as she sobbed. The steady stream of urine trickled and pattered onto the ground soaking her panties, socks, shoes and dress. Matilda continued to cry; she was hungry, tired, wet and miserable. Her eyes grew wide with fear as she heard someone approaching and undoing the dead bolt. There wasn't enough time for her accident to have dried; there was no way to hide this. She clenched her eyes shut waiting for the worst as the door was quickly opened.

"Oh, Matilda." She heard as she opened her eyes to find a very worried looking Miss. Honey. "It's okay, sweetie." Miss Honey said pulling the girl out and wrapping her into a tight embrace while Matilda couldn't help but cry and beg for forgiveness. "Honey, it's okay. It's not your fault." Her teacher said kneeling down to her height and lightly tracing the girl's tear streaked face with her palm.

"I'm sorry!" Matilda continued to sob, but stopped when she felt herself suddenly get lifted into the air causing her to wrap her arms around Miss Honey's neck as she buried her head in her shoulder as she was carried down the hall. "Please don't call my parents." She begged as she was set down in the bathroom.
"Why not? I'm sure they'll understand. Accidents happen-"

"No! They won't!" Matilda insisted locking her fear filled eyes with Ms. Honey's. "I wet the bed when I was three and and." She said starting to sob again. Ms. Honey bit her lip anxiously thinking of what to do. Clearly something had happened in the past to worry her this much. This was so unlike the normally mature girl. Ms. Honey finally nodded in understanding as she remembered the last run in she had had with Matilda's parents.

"Alright, honey, I won't call your parents." The teacher assured her. "How about you wait here and I'll see if the nurse has anything."

"Okay." Matilda agreed calming down some and went and hid in a cubicle until her teacher had returned.

"Matilda, I'm back." Ms. Honey said entering the girls bathroom carrying a dress as Matilda peaked her head out from the stall. "How about you go in the big stall." She suggested as she began to dampen a washcloth in the sink before following the girl into the teachers only cubicle. "Go ahead and take off anything that's wet." Miss Honey instructed as Matilda was forced to remove, well, everything while Matilda blushed as Miss Honey began cleaning her wet skin. "I'm sorry, dear, but this is all the nurse had in the way of underwear." Miss Honey said apologetically as she held up the babyish teddy bear print diaper. Matilda blushed furiously while Miss Honey helped her put it on still standing and tape it up.

"I'm sorry." Matilda apologized again looking away once they were back in the empty classroom.

"This wasn't your fault." Miss Honey said kneeling down and wrapping her arms around the girl in a big hug. "You don't have to keep apologizing. You were in there for four hours; I'm sorry I couldn't get to you sooner. Would you like to come over to my house after school? I can wash your clothes for you." She offered referring to the bag Matilda kept hidden under her chair containing her soiled dress.

"I'd like that." Matilda nodded with a smile.