Thank you to all who have kept watching me, even after my absence. And I'm sorry for it, I really am.

So here's the next chappy! Chappy Four!

Chappy 4

Ella ran to the bulletin board and checked the cast sheet. Her eyes shot straight to Jasmine.

ELEANOR P.

Ella jumped up and down with joy. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Then her mind went to Aladdin. She tripped in mid-jump and landed on the ground with a 'thump!' She sat up and rubbed the side of her hip bone where her body collided with the ground hardest. She stood up and looked for Aladdin, which wasn't hard, since it was the first name. Her finger traced the invisible line, searching for the name at the end of the list. When she got there her eyes shot open the widest she'd ever remembered them getting. It was almost painful.

CHARMONT L.

Time froze.

When did Char sign up? Why hadn't he told her? When did he get interested in drama? Ella was knocked out of her thoughts when a hand rested on her shoulder. She jumped and let out a small "eek!" When she looked over, she saw Char standing in front of her.

"Hi. What up?" He gave her a small wave.

Ella narrowed her eyes. "Oh. Hi."

Char shivered at the coldness in her voice.

"Wh-what's wrong? Did you not get the part of Jasmine or something?"

"I got Jasmine."

Before Char could say another thing, she walked off. He called after her, but only got the cold shoulder in reply.

"I wonder what she's so angry about..." After looking at the sheet, he went to class. On his way there, he ran into Areida.

"Do you know why Ella's so angry?" She asked. "She won't tell me."

"That makes two of us."

"Come on, we should get to class." Areida said.

When Char and Areida got to the class room, they saw that Ella wasn't in her normal seat. They looked around for her, but she wasn't even in the class room.

"Take your seats, students," their teacher, Madam Edith, said as she walked into the room. "It's time to begin homeroom. I'll just quickly take attendance and we'll begin."

"Maybe she's just sick." Areida said hopefully.

"You mean you want Ella to be sick?"

"You know that's not what I mean!"

"Well, maybe she's just in the bathroom."

"It was probably Hattie again." Areida had venom in her voice as she glared at the girl two seats in front of her. "She's blackmailing Ella, I can swear it."

"But what would Ella have to hide that she would let Hattie, of all people, blackmail her?"

"I don't know. But I intend to find out."

"Don't you think that Ella is keeping this a secret for a reason?"

"I'm not going to tell anyone."

"That's not the point!"

"Mr. Charmont! Is there something you would like to share with the class?" The teacher said in a strict tone.

"Um, n-no Madam." Char muttered.

"Then keep your little conversation to yourself and Ms. Areida here. I do not want any more outbursts from you," she said as she began to call out names again.

"Yes, Madam."

"Maybe she can't tell!" Areida said suddenly in a loud whisper. "Maybe she's cursed!"

"Whatever you're on, stop."

"I'm not doing drugs, Char. I'm serious! It would explain everything."

"Yeah, everything. Except you have one small problem with your theory."

"What's that?"

"Fairies haven't cast a spell on a human for 200 years."

"Ah! But that's where you're wrong."

"How so?"

"We haven't heard of a fairy casting a spell on a human for 200 years."

"What?"

"Think about it. Maybe she just doesn't want anyone knowing about the curse. Or maybe the curse won't let her."

"Seriously, whatever you're doing, stop."

"Can't you even consider it?"

"If I do, will you stop taking whatever you're taking?"

All he got in return was a glare.

"Okay, Okay. Sheesh. Just don't glare at me like that, it's creepy..."

"Eleanor? Eleanor? Has any one seen Eleanor?" The teacher asked. "Charmont? Areida?"

"Um..." Char stuttered, not wanting to tell Madam Edith that Ella was skipping.

"I think she stayed home sick today, Madam." Areida said confidently.

"I see." She put a marking on her clipboard. "Would one of you volunteer to bring her books to her?"

"Yes, Madam." Char said.

"Good. Now let's start class. Open your books to page 154 and read the chapter to yourselves, please."

Char hadn't heard her. He was busy thinking about an absent brunet. Was Areida right?

End Chappy 4!

Hey, sorry for any oocness. I kinda got into this and zoned out on their personalities. And I really am sorry for not updating in a while. Better a late update then a sucky quick one, right? And thank you all who continued to watch this fic, even tho I don't deserve it.