Author's Note: Thank you my adoring fans (joke). I'm not that stuck-up. Can somebody tell me how to put my bio online? I've been trying to figure that out but I just can't.

Disclaimer: Ella, Char, and the setting belong to the acclaimed author of, "Ella Enchanted."

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Emma-J-Riddle (giggle) Sorry. My time slot said you sent it at:

Date: 05/19/2005 3:55:43 AM Pacific Daylight Time

Well, you did but I guess it was probably three in the afternoon for you.

WhiteCamellia Really, you guys are already out of school? You know, a lot of kids ditched school on Friday so they could see Star Wars III. I would never do that. I mean, it is still going to be out on Sat., so what is the point right? By the way, I recommend buying the tickets online, beforehand, or both. It's too big of a mob to handle. Yes, I will see it, but at a much later date.

Chapter 4: Carriage Ride and a little Fun

I sat up in a carriage. I was sitting on the floor so I tried to move my hands and realized they were bound together. I moved my feet and realized my ankles were bound too. There was an ugly man sitting in the opposite corner of the coach. Only, he was sitting on the seat. He was wearing a puke (pea) green shirt that was heavily embroidered with gold and emeralds. The outfit did nothing to improve his pale complexion. He was very fat, short, and had an evil grin to top it all off.

He had showed me his gigantic teeth when I had regained consciousness. Every moment he seemed to get more and more bad looking than he already was. Were those fake teeth? (Bleh!) My head ached. I must have been knocked out. That was when he started talking.

"Hello…(pause)…Natalie. How was your sleep?" he asked mischievously.

I tried to say, "No. How did you think it was?" But all that came out was, "Mm. Na ne uu tha uh wuh?" because I was still gagged. I think he did that to laugh at me. Yes, he did laugh.

Wait, was Natalie my real name? I don't know. Maybe it was my name. But is it? Oh great! Now I don't even know my own name! This is bad. At least I still have words. Then came the orders.

He cleared his throat to intervene my thoughts, "Natalie, you needn't worry. We are almost to my mansion. You will start work the first thing when we get there." I glared at him. "After I untie you, you can open the door for me…" Yes! I don't have to do that. "What does that mean," I interrupted my thoughts with. "Then," he began again, "after you follow me inside, you will change into something suitable for a servant. Then you will shine all of my shoes, polish the silver, and then go to bed."

The carriage stopped. He stood up and untied me. Then he stood there waiting for something to happen. Then as he began to become impatient he said, "Well, go ahead. Open the door."

I smirked in anticipation. This was going to be fun. I stood up and walked to the carriage door with an elegant sweep. I opened it and stepped out, holding the door for him. As soon as his feet were on the ground, I let go of the door, picked up my skirts (Skirts? I was wearing an elegant gown!), andmade a dead run for the door. I was determined to stop the big train of orders.

He stood there dumbfounded. Then as I was about to reach the door he ordered, "Stop!"