The carriage ride was bumpier than I expected and I was tossed back and forth in my cramped hiding space. I couldn't hear the conversation too well from my position in the trunk. The blankets inside were stifling but I dared not move them. I needed to think of how I was going to introduce myself before I alerted him to my existence.

　　What was I doing here? Yes, I was being bullied at school, but climbing into a trunk and running away from my troubles was more than a little ...