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ABBY'S NOTE: Yes, Yes I know. I took forever to write this. What has it been? A week or two? Anyway, I am sorry it has taken me so long. I was in a production of CINDERELLA (Note the Fairy Tale that Ella Enchanted is based on), which is a musical... and no, I was not Cinderella— I was in the ensemble. But it was fun. After that I went to Washington D.C. After that I went to South Carolina for a missions trip. On our free afternoon, we all went to see Ella Enchanted! It wasn't anything like the book at all! EEK! But anyway, I hope you enjoy this. I am going to Florida for a month to visit my grandparents, and they let me on the computer for three hours every night. So, no fear! Abby will produce many, am going to Florida for a month to visit my grandparents, and they let me on the computer for three hours every night. So, no fear! Abby will produce many, many chapters in the next month. OH! And here are your Reviewer Point opportunities:
So, here is the Riddle of the Chapter: In Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (the book, not the movie), what is something that Hermione and Ron fight about, other than their cat and rat?
And the Poll of the Chapter: Which is your worst fear? Flying? Heights? Bugs? Or something else?
Chapter 6
Ella scrubbed the floors. She was used to doing this, since it had been one of her many chores at Mum Olga's house. Her other responsibilities were to dust and clean each room in the house every day, which was a considerable task to say the least.
Mrs. Evola, as Ella had learned her mistress to be called, was very strict about having each one of the twenty-four rooms in her stately, yet decrepit, house as clean as if they were to be slept in. However, it seemed that everyone in the town despised the woman so much that there was never even a visitor to the old lady. So why would anyone spend the night?
Ella asked herself this question every time she cleaned one of the pristinely neat rooms. They were cleaned every day, whether or not there had been anyone even stepping foot in them since the maids had cleaned it the day before.
One of the other servants came up to her the first day she was there. She introduced herself in a quiet whisper: "My name is Marian. You must always do all of your duties here. Don't be caught having not done them... And the mistress will catch you— She checks every room everyday, and if she finds even a little bit of dust or something out of place, she whips all of us girls. Please don't get into trouble, or we will all be punished."
Marian seemed to be a very shy and timid girl. Ella could see it in her light gray-blue eyes. Something had happened to Marian to cause her to be so subservient, but Ella couldn't decide what it was without knowing her better.
"It is nice to meet you," she had said.
Now, she had been working in the house for an entire week. She learned little of the outside world, as she was confined to the rooms that she so diligently scrubbed. She had made the acquaintances of two other maids other than Marian, for they all slept in the same quarters.
The tall, slightly chunky girl that reminded Ella of Olive was called Mashelia. Her nose seemed to be squashed flat. Her lips were full and she had rosy round cheeks. Ella liked her at once, even though she did look like her annoying stepsister.
The other girl was an imperious hag a little older than Ella was. She had drooping eyes and a mouth hat was permanently set in a sneer. Her nose was always stuck up in the air, for the girl thought herself better than the others. Her name was Simone.
"What is this new filth?" Simone asked when she found Ella sitting down, eating her night's bread and broth on her first day.
"My name is Ella," she said.
"I didn't ask you, you disgusting little girl. Haven't you ever heard of a bath? You smell horrible, and you have dirt all over your face!" the snotty girl said, as she stomped over and took the seat across from Ella. "You know what? I am going to call you Sully, since you're so amazingly filthy. You two girls will call our new arrival Sully, too."
Marian piped up, which must have taken her a lot of courage. "Her name is Ella, and that is what I will call her!"
"You will call her what I tell you to call her!" Simone almost screeched. She apparently did not appreciate being talked back to. "Anyway," she continued, gaining control of herself, "I just heard the saddest bit of news today. You know my beau, Prince Charmont?"
Ella could not believe her ears. She thought that Hattie must have died and come to haunt her. "You and Prince Charmont were never anything." she said, before she could stop herself. She may have been forced to keep all emotions out of her voice, but that did not prevent her from opening up that big mouth of her.
"What... did... you... say... to... me?" Simone asked, almost gasping for breath in her anger.
Ella quickly backtracked. She couldn't afford to have an enemy the first day that she came to a new household. She would have to wait for the second day. "I mean..." she grasped at the air as she tried to come up with a plausible, flattering explanation for her words. "I only meant that you are too beautiful to be with someone like Prince Charmont," she lied through her teeth, hating every word.
Simone relaxed. "Well, yes... There is no man good enough for me... But back to what I was saying— Prince Charmont is, sadly, no longer with us."
"What do you mean?" Ella asked. She wanted to know what had happened to Char, however painful it may be.
Simone obviously enjoyed having an audience. She did a sad imitation of a sniffle as she continued. "He is dead, girls. Our poor Prince is dead. He was in Ayortha when it happened. Apparently he was out riding when he was attacked by ogres! Those nasty beasts were so hungry that they ate him right up... raw! All that was left was a bloody cloak that the King and Queen were given. Now the princess is going to be the heir! How sad!"
Ella couldn't deal with the news and she ran out of the room without finishing her dinner.
A week into her slavery, she had still to hear from either Tem or Gin. She hoped that they had found homes in which they would be fed.
Even though she herself had managed to be sold to a home in which she was fed enough food, she still could not be happy. Her life seemed overly empty without Char. In her loneliness that night, she opened her magic book.
Inside, she found something that startled her.
ABBY'S NOTE: Yes, Yes I know. I took forever to write this. What has it been? A week or two? Anyway, I am sorry it has taken me so long. I was in a production of CINDERELLA (Note the Fairy Tale that Ella Enchanted is based on), which is a musical... and no, I was not Cinderella— I was in the ensemble. But it was fun. After that I went to Washington D.C. After that I went to South Carolina for a missions trip. On our free afternoon, we all went to see Ella Enchanted! It wasn't anything like the book at all! EEK! But anyway, I hope you enjoy this. I am going to Florida for a month to visit my grandparents, and they let me on the computer for three hours every night. So, no fear! Abby will produce many, am going to Florida for a month to visit my grandparents, and they let me on the computer for three hours every night. So, no fear! Abby will produce many, many chapters in the next month. OH! And here are your Reviewer Point opportunities:
So, here is the Riddle of the Chapter: In Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (the book, not the movie), what is something that Hermione and Ron fight about, other than their cat and rat?
And the Poll of the Chapter: Which is your worst fear? Flying? Heights? Bugs? Or something else?
Chapter 6
Ella scrubbed the floors. She was used to doing this, since it had been one of her many chores at Mum Olga's house. Her other responsibilities were to dust and clean each room in the house every day, which was a considerable task to say the least.
Mrs. Evola, as Ella had learned her mistress to be called, was very strict about having each one of the twenty-four rooms in her stately, yet decrepit, house as clean as if they were to be slept in. However, it seemed that everyone in the town despised the woman so much that there was never even a visitor to the old lady. So why would anyone spend the night?
Ella asked herself this question every time she cleaned one of the pristinely neat rooms. They were cleaned every day, whether or not there had been anyone even stepping foot in them since the maids had cleaned it the day before.
One of the other servants came up to her the first day she was there. She introduced herself in a quiet whisper: "My name is Marian. You must always do all of your duties here. Don't be caught having not done them... And the mistress will catch you— She checks every room everyday, and if she finds even a little bit of dust or something out of place, she whips all of us girls. Please don't get into trouble, or we will all be punished."
Marian seemed to be a very shy and timid girl. Ella could see it in her light gray-blue eyes. Something had happened to Marian to cause her to be so subservient, but Ella couldn't decide what it was without knowing her better.
"It is nice to meet you," she had said.
Now, she had been working in the house for an entire week. She learned little of the outside world, as she was confined to the rooms that she so diligently scrubbed. She had made the acquaintances of two other maids other than Marian, for they all slept in the same quarters.
The tall, slightly chunky girl that reminded Ella of Olive was called Mashelia. Her nose seemed to be squashed flat. Her lips were full and she had rosy round cheeks. Ella liked her at once, even though she did look like her annoying stepsister.
The other girl was an imperious hag a little older than Ella was. She had drooping eyes and a mouth hat was permanently set in a sneer. Her nose was always stuck up in the air, for the girl thought herself better than the others. Her name was Simone.
"What is this new filth?" Simone asked when she found Ella sitting down, eating her night's bread and broth on her first day.
"My name is Ella," she said.
"I didn't ask you, you disgusting little girl. Haven't you ever heard of a bath? You smell horrible, and you have dirt all over your face!" the snotty girl said, as she stomped over and took the seat across from Ella. "You know what? I am going to call you Sully, since you're so amazingly filthy. You two girls will call our new arrival Sully, too."
Marian piped up, which must have taken her a lot of courage. "Her name is Ella, and that is what I will call her!"
"You will call her what I tell you to call her!" Simone almost screeched. She apparently did not appreciate being talked back to. "Anyway," she continued, gaining control of herself, "I just heard the saddest bit of news today. You know my beau, Prince Charmont?"
Ella could not believe her ears. She thought that Hattie must have died and come to haunt her. "You and Prince Charmont were never anything." she said, before she could stop herself. She may have been forced to keep all emotions out of her voice, but that did not prevent her from opening up that big mouth of her.
"What... did... you... say... to... me?" Simone asked, almost gasping for breath in her anger.
Ella quickly backtracked. She couldn't afford to have an enemy the first day that she came to a new household. She would have to wait for the second day. "I mean..." she grasped at the air as she tried to come up with a plausible, flattering explanation for her words. "I only meant that you are too beautiful to be with someone like Prince Charmont," she lied through her teeth, hating every word.
Simone relaxed. "Well, yes... There is no man good enough for me... But back to what I was saying— Prince Charmont is, sadly, no longer with us."
"What do you mean?" Ella asked. She wanted to know what had happened to Char, however painful it may be.
Simone obviously enjoyed having an audience. She did a sad imitation of a sniffle as she continued. "He is dead, girls. Our poor Prince is dead. He was in Ayortha when it happened. Apparently he was out riding when he was attacked by ogres! Those nasty beasts were so hungry that they ate him right up... raw! All that was left was a bloody cloak that the King and Queen were given. Now the princess is going to be the heir! How sad!"
Ella couldn't deal with the news and she ran out of the room without finishing her dinner.
A week into her slavery, she had still to hear from either Tem or Gin. She hoped that they had found homes in which they would be fed.
Even though she herself had managed to be sold to a home in which she was fed enough food, she still could not be happy. Her life seemed overly empty without Char. In her loneliness that night, she opened her magic book.
Inside, she found something that startled her.