“Hey! Remember me? Everyone’s favorite princess? In part one I got kidnapped but Dad forced Edvard the guard to unlock the dungeon. Well guess what? It’s once again my story!”

“Ella! Hey everyone! This time it’s my story.”

“Oh, okay Ellie,” said Ella.

“What!?! No yelling today?” I asked. You know how Ella gets when she yells.

“Nope. I lost my voice for a week with all the yelling in the last story, MY story,” replied Ella.

I just went to my room. And got Maddie-Mae, my hamster. And played on my magic phone.

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Ten minutes later

“Mom! Dad! Edvard the guard is in my room!” I was surprised that mom was there first. She drives on this weird granny mobile.

“Lemme guess. Dad’s at a meeting?” I asked.

“Yep,” replied mom, “Now where is Edvard the guard?” she asked.

“Did you forget that it’s April first mom?” I asked.

“Haha very funny. You’re grounded!” said mom.

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“WHAT!?!” I asked.

“April fools!” she yelled.

Lunch time

“Ratatouille, what’s for lunch? I’m starving!” I asked.

“Spaghetti bolognese and meatballs.” My brother Ratatouille replied.

“HALLELUJAH! Spaghetti bolognese is my FAVORITE!” I screamed, “Even better than chef Toyardee’s BBQ chicken!”

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“Run along and scream to mom, dad, and Ellie,” said Ratatouille.

“MOM! DAD! ELLIE!” I screamed, “Zip! Zap! Zoom! Let them into the dining room!” I said into my magic iphone. The second I finished my sentence, a flash of sparkles opened the doors and brought mom, dad, and Ellie into the dining room.

“Chef Toyardee? Do I smell spaghetti bolognese and meatballs?” asked mom.

“Yes indeed. Perfected by your son too,” replied chef Toyardee, “Now dig in!”

Hack! Hack! Cough!

“Ella!” I shrieked.

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“Wheat… in… the…meatballs…” hesitated Ella.

“Ratatouille! You know your sister’s allergic to wheat!” yelled mom while dad pounded his fist on the table.

“I…um….uh…it was Chef Toyardee!” said Ratatouille, pointing at Chef Toyardee accusingly. “He…he made me promise not to tell and I’m cursed with truth and sputtering spells!” said my brother. I never thought I’d say this, but I actually feel bad for Ratatouille and Ella. Eww! I can’t believe that just came out of my mouth.

To find out what happened to Ella and Ratatouille, hear the next story: TTPPT: Part three.

Emily Gilbert is 10 and lives in Rumford. She is well known in the area as a creative and prolific (a lot) writer. We are sharing her stories including the ongoing story of the twin princesses so everyone can enjoy her work. You can read more about The Twin Princesses here.

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