Have you guys read Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine? It's real
good, so I'm making a sequel. Hope you like it! (By the way, many people
think that the book 'Just Ella' is a sequel to Ella Enchanted. It's NOT.
They are different authors, and they have different stories. So there)
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By the way, Ellen will be the main character (Ella's daughter). Just thought that I'd make that clear for you dope-heads out there. Oh yeah, and another thing, if you guys never read Ella Enchanted before, this story will make no sense to you. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ella Enchanted 2: Ellen's curse ~*~*~*
When I was born, this stupid, stupid fairy came. Not Lucinda. She had already learned her lesson. Mother would already have not allowed her in there anyway. No. It was Lulu, Lucinda's sister. Apparently, Lucinda did not teach her sister a valuable lesson, one that she learned herself. If only she did, I would not have had this problem. *
My mom was unconscious when I came out into the world. If only she wasn't, then I would not be cursed. She would have stopped this, because it had happened to her before. She fought the spell and won, but I am not as strong as her. *
My mother's curse was obedience. Anytime someone told her to do something, she had to do it. She finally found the cure, and married my father, Prince Char, in the process. *
My spell is much different. Lulu gave my grandfather a wish. And now I am forever watched by my grandfather, my father's dad. He is the king, and thinks that everything I do is a sin. My mother said that he used to be jolly and kind, but now he is grumpy, since he is arguing with the other kind, the Ayorthian king. Such a temptation to break the rules is now gone. Even moments in my sleep are being watched over. If he were still the nice grandpa that I want, he wouldn't watch me every single second of the day. If he's not watching, then he would make his servants report my every move. Such a life of cruelty.*
I can't even skip down the halls. I can't slide down the stair rails like my mom used to. I have to walk elegantly, each day taking a stack of books on my head and practice floating around the room. It is torture.*
I can't stand it anymore. Every single day, I get a bad report, even though I try my hardest. I stroked one of the kitchen cats once and my grandfather wrote, "She touches the most horrid, dirty, animal rags there ever was. She is princess. She should be waited on hand and foot, and then practice dancing and singing, and other princess things." Every day I am punished. Sometimes, I have to spend hours inside sewing, while the winds whistle and call out to me. I stab the quilts in rage, but end up in stabbing my own finger instead.*
~*~* to be continued..
By the way, Ellen will be the main character (Ella's daughter). Just thought that I'd make that clear for you dope-heads out there. Oh yeah, and another thing, if you guys never read Ella Enchanted before, this story will make no sense to you. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ella Enchanted 2: Ellen's curse ~*~*~*
When I was born, this stupid, stupid fairy came. Not Lucinda. She had already learned her lesson. Mother would already have not allowed her in there anyway. No. It was Lulu, Lucinda's sister. Apparently, Lucinda did not teach her sister a valuable lesson, one that she learned herself. If only she did, I would not have had this problem. *
My mom was unconscious when I came out into the world. If only she wasn't, then I would not be cursed. She would have stopped this, because it had happened to her before. She fought the spell and won, but I am not as strong as her. *
My mother's curse was obedience. Anytime someone told her to do something, she had to do it. She finally found the cure, and married my father, Prince Char, in the process. *
My spell is much different. Lulu gave my grandfather a wish. And now I am forever watched by my grandfather, my father's dad. He is the king, and thinks that everything I do is a sin. My mother said that he used to be jolly and kind, but now he is grumpy, since he is arguing with the other kind, the Ayorthian king. Such a temptation to break the rules is now gone. Even moments in my sleep are being watched over. If he were still the nice grandpa that I want, he wouldn't watch me every single second of the day. If he's not watching, then he would make his servants report my every move. Such a life of cruelty.*
I can't even skip down the halls. I can't slide down the stair rails like my mom used to. I have to walk elegantly, each day taking a stack of books on my head and practice floating around the room. It is torture.*
I can't stand it anymore. Every single day, I get a bad report, even though I try my hardest. I stroked one of the kitchen cats once and my grandfather wrote, "She touches the most horrid, dirty, animal rags there ever was. She is princess. She should be waited on hand and foot, and then practice dancing and singing, and other princess things." Every day I am punished. Sometimes, I have to spend hours inside sewing, while the winds whistle and call out to me. I stab the quilts in rage, but end up in stabbing my own finger instead.*
~*~* to be continued..