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Hi, my name is Ella
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 | Ella Enchanted |
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| Created: 2006-11-09 21:36:46 |
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*-----CHAPTER ONE------*
That fool of a fairy Lucinda did not intend to lay a curse on me. She meant to bestow a gift. When I cried inconsolably through my first hour of life, my tears were her inspiration. Shaking her head sympathetically at Mother, the fairy touched my nose. "My gift is obedience. Ella will always be obedient. Now stop crying, child."
I stopped.
Father was on a trading expedition as usual, but our cook, Mandy, was there. She and Mother were horrified, but no matter how they explained it to Lucinda, the terrible thing she`d done to me. I could picture the argument; Mandy`s freckels standing out sharper than usual, her frizzy grey hair in disarray, and her double ching shaking with anger; Mother still and intense, her brown curls damp from labor, the laughter gone from her eyes. I couldn`t imagine Lucinda. I didn`t know what she looked like. She wouldn`t undo the curse. My first awarness came on my fifth birthday. I seem to remember it perfect, perhaps because Mandy told it to me so often. "For your birthday," she`d start, "I baked a beautiful cake. Six layers." Bertha, our head maid, had sewn a special gown for me. "Blue as midnight, with a white sash. You were small for your age even then, and you looked like a china doll, with a white ribbon on your black hair, and your cheeks red with excitment." In the middle of the table, there was a vase filled with flowers that Nathan, our mansevant, had picked. We all sat around the table. (Father was away again.) I was thrilled. I watched Mandy bake the cake and Bertha sew the gown and Nathan pick the flowers. Mandy cut the cake. she handed me a peice, without thinking she said "Eat." The first bite was delicious. I finished the slice happily. When it was gone, Mandy cut another. That one harder. When it was gone, no one gave me more. But I knew I had to keep eating. I moved my fork into the cake itself. "Ella, what are you doing?" Mother said. "Little piggy." Mandy laughted. "It`s her birthday, Lady, let her eat as much as she wants." She put another slice. I felt sick, and frightend. Why couldn`t I stop eating? Swallowing was a stuggle. Each bite weighed on my tongue and I felt like a sticky mass on glue. I couldn`t eat anymore, but I had to. Mother was the first one to relize that i had to."Stop eating!" She said. I did right away. People could contral me with a simple "Do this," or "you must go to sleep now," but if was a "can you please go to sleep," it had no effect on me what so ever.
3 WEEKS LATER
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Mother was getting very sick. We sat in bed and had some soup the Mandy made for us. Mandy really is the best. She helped us when we needed it. We needed her most of the time. Other times she would go shopping. Mother got very sick a few days later. I didn`t know what to do. After Father herd the news, Mother past away. I was sobbing to death. I couldn`t stop. One simple flu can kill sombody I guess. When we were the funaral Father held my hand. He was crying a bit too. Our family is falling a part. I wish I knew who my God mother was then everything would be back to the way it was. |
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