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MEG CABOT
Princess ON THE BRINKTHE PRINCESS DIARIES, VOLUME VIII
For Abby, with love and thanks
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CONTENTSEPIGRAPHBEGIN READINGACKNOWLEDGMENTSABOUT THE AUTHOROTHER BOOKS BY MEG CABOTCREDITSCOPYRIGHTABOUT THE PUBLISHER
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Tuesday, September 7, Intro to Creative WritingOh, she has GOT to be kidding. Describe a room? That is our first assignment? DESCRIBE A ROOM? Does she have any idea how long I’ve been describing rooms creatively? I mean, I’ve described rooms in SPACE—for instance, in my Battlestar Galactica fan fic about Starbuck and Apollo finally Doing It.You know what I can’t believe? I can’t believe she stuck me in Intro to Creative Writing. I should be in Intermediate at least. I mean, with my practice PSAT
Tuesday, September 7, EnglishMIA!!!! Aren’t you EXCITED???? It’s a whole new school year! We’re JUNIORS!!! JUST ONE YEAR AWAY FROM RULING THE SCHOOL!!!! Oh, your hair looks great, by the way.—T Do you really think so, Tina? About my hair? Mom and I took Rocky to Astor Place Hairstylists yesterday for his first haircut, since it was the only place open, seeing as how it was Labor Day. He wouldn’t stop screaming bloody murder about it, so I volunteered to let them trim mine first, to show him it d
Tuesday, September 7, FrenchI can’t believe Tina thinks Lilly and J.P. Did It over the summer. That is just ridiculous. Lilly would TOTALLY have told me if she had given away her Precious Gift.Wouldn’t she?Besides, J.P. still hasn’t even said the L word to her. Would Lilly really have sex for the first time with someone who hasn’t even admitted he loves her? I mean, she’s told him she loves him, like, nine million times, and all he ever says is Thank you. Or sometimes I know.But Lilly thinks tha
Tuesday, September 7, LunchTOTALLY grabbed Lilly by the taco bar and asked her if she and J.P. Did It over the summer.Her very unsatisfactory answer: “Do you really think if I did I’d tell YOU, Bigmouth Bass?”I have to admit, this hurt. I have faithfully kept every secret she ever told me. I never told about the time she snuck her mother’s copy of The Happy Hooker out of the apartment and brought it to school in the fifth grade, and read the sex parts out loud to us at recess, did I?And what abo
Tuesday, September 7, Gifted and TalentedOkay, it really isn’t fair that, besides the whole being-putin-Intro-to-Creative-Writing-and-not-Intermediate-Creative-Writing-thing, I should also have such a sucky afternoon schedule. Look at this. Just LOOK: Period 1Homeroom Period 2Intro to Creative Writing Period 3English Period 4French Lunch Period 5G and T Period 6PE Period 7Chemistry Period 8PrecalculusPhysical education, then CHEMISTRY, then PRECALCULUS??? Is it too much to ask that I have ONE F
Tuesday, September 7, ChemistryWow. Kenny Showalter is in this class. Is it impossible for me to take a science class in this school and NOT have Kenny Showalter be in it?Apparently so.Somehow he got even TALLER over the summer. He’s as tall as Lars now.Unfortunately for him, however, I think he still weighs less than I do.He just sat down next to me. I wonder if he’ll want to be lab partners again. This wouldn’t be the worst thing, since if he hadn’t been lab partners with me last year in Earth
Tuesday, September 7, PrecalculusDifferentiation—finding the derivativeDerivative = slopeDerivative also rate Integration Infinite seriesDivergent seriesConvergent series Wait.Okay.What? They have GOT to be kidding. Only five hours until I see Michael.
Tuesday, September 7, AssemblyOkay, well, THAT was lame. Only one person was nominated for student council president:Me.I am apparently running unopposed.Principal Gupta is way disappointed in us. You can tell.I guess I am, too. I mean, I knew our school was apathetic, and all. Look how everyone rushed out and bought Diddy’s new album when they KNOW he is withholding information about Biggie Smalls’s murder from the Los Angeles police.But this is ridiculous.Lilly practically cried. I guess it’s
ME, A PRINCESS???? YEAH, RIGHT.A Screenplay by Mia Thermopolis(first draft)Scene 13INT/DAY—The Palm Court at the Plaza Hotel in New York City. Close-up of MIA’s face as she tries to digest what her father, PRINCE PHILLIPE, has just told her.MIA(fighting tears, and hiccups)I am NOT moving to Genovia.PRINCE PHILLIPE(using his now-let’s-be-reasonable voice)But, Mia. I thought you understood—MIAAll I understand is that you lied to me my whole life.Why should I come live with you?MIA leaps up from th
Tuesday, September 7, W HotelSo they’re converting the Plaza into condominiums and luxury time-shares. And Grandmère’s already bought the penthouse.But they’re still renovating it. And Grandmère can’t live there with all the dust because of her sinuses. Not to mention the banging, which starts promptly at 7:30 a.m.So she’s taken up residence at the W Hotel.And she doesn’t seem to be liking it very much.“This,” Grandmère was saying, as I walked into her suite—which, can I just say, is pretty frea
Tuesday, September 7, 7 p.m., the loftMichael is here!!!!! To take me to Number One Noodle Son for dinner. Right now he’s chatting with Mom and Mr. G while I’m “getting ready.” He hasn’t seen me yet.Or my haircut.I know I’m being a complete baby about it. I know it looks fine. Mom keeps telling me it looks fine. Even Mr. G, when I asked him, said he doesn’t think I look like Peter Pan OR Anakin Skywalker.Still. What if Michael hates it? In Sixteen magazine they’re always going on about how boys
Tuesday, September 7, kitchen of Number One Noodle SonOkay.Okay, I am trying to understand this.That’s why I asked Kevin Yang if I could sit here in the kitchen for a few minutes. Because I just need a little time to myself to figure this out. And there’s someone in the ladies’ room. Someone who apparently doesn’t realize there are girls out here whose lives are falling apart and who need to pretend to wash their hands so they can figure out what to do about it.And okay, it’s kind of busy and ho
Tuesday, September 7, 10 p.m., the loftI shouldn’t have done it.I know I shouldn’t have done it.I don’t know why I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I don’t know why I couldn’t make my lips say the things I wanted them to say, like, “Michael, I am so proud of you,” and, “This really is such a great opportunity.”I mean, I DID say those things. Really, I did.But then—as we were walking down that bike path by the Hudson (Lars could barely keep up, we were walking so fast...well, mostly because Lars was te
Tuesday, September 7, 11 p.m.My mom just tapped on my door and was all, “Mia? Are you in there?”I said I was, and she opened the door.“I didn’t even hear you come in,” she said. “Did you have a nice time with—”Then her voice trailed off, because she’d seen the empty Häagen-Dazs container. And my face.“Honey,” she said, sinking down onto the bed beside me. “What happened?”And all of a sudden, I started crying all over again, like I hadn’t just been crying an hour before.“He’s moving to Japan,” wa
ME, A PRINCESS???? YEAH, RIGHT.A Screenplay by Mia Thermopolis(first draft)Scene 14INT/NIGHT—The penguin tank at the Central Park Zoo. In the blue glow from the water of the illuminated penguin tank, a young girl (MIA) sits alone, frantically writing in her journal.MIA(voiceover)I don’t know where to go or to whom to turn. I can’t go to Lilly’s. She is vehemently opposed to any form of government that is not for the people, by the people. She’s always said that when sovereignty is vested in a si
Wednesday, September 8, HomeroomMichael told Lilly. I know he told her because when we stopped by the Moscovitzes’ apartment building to pick her up for school this morning, he was standing outside with her, holding a large hot chocolate (with whipped cream) from Starbucks for me. When the limo pulled up and Hans opened the door, Michael leaned in and said, “Good morning. This is for you. Tell me you didn’t change your mind overnight and hate me now.”Except, of course, I could never hate Michael
Wednesday, September 8, Intro to Creative WritingDescribe a scene outside your window: The young girl sits on the swing, her heart heavy, her eyes swollen with tears. The world as she’s known it has ceased to exist. She will never again know what it is to laugh with childish abandon, because her childhood is behind her. Crushed hopes and disappointed dreams will be her constant companions now that the love of her life has flown. She raises her eyes to watch a plane as it soars across the brillia
Wednesday, September 8, EnglishMia!!! I heard. Are you all right???? Honestly, T. I just don’t know. But you realize it’s a GOOD thing. I mean, for Michael. I know. And you can always go visit him! I mean, you have your own jet!!! Oh, right. That’ll happen. Wait—are you being sarcastic? Yes, I’m being sarcastic. My dad is never going to let me go to Japan, Tina. Not to see Michael. Well, then get him to let you go to visit the princess of Japan—you’re friends with her, right? I mean, you really
Wednesday, September 8, FrenchThe thing is, deep down, I know Tina is right.But I just can’t get as enthusiastic about it as she is. Maybe because Aragorn, even though he was faithful to Arwen while he was off finding himself and all, still had that thing going on with Eowyn. Whatever that was.What’s to keep Michael from having the same kind of thing with some brilliant Japanese geisha/robotics engineer? La speakerine de la chaine douze a dit, “Maintenant, vraies croyantes, un petit film—le prem
Wednesday, September 8, LunchSo I was sitting here, innocently eating my falafel with tahini, when Ling Su sat down across from me, and went, “Mia. How are you?” with her eyes all big and sympathetic.I went, “Um. Fine.”Then Perin sat down next to me and was like, “Mia. We heard. Are you okay?”God. News travels fast around this school.“I’m fine,” I said, trying to smile bravely. Which is no joke when you’ve got a big wad of falafel in your mouth.“I can’t believe it,” Shameeka said. She doesn’t ev
Wednesday, September 8, G & TSo Lilly didn’t even give me twenty-four hours to recover from the blow her brother delivered. No, she started harping on the student government campaign again during G and T.“Listen, POG,” she said. “I know you were the only person nominated for student council president, but you can’t win if at least fifty percent of the class doesn’t vote for you.”“Who else are they going to vote for?” I wanted to know. “Especially if no one else is running?”“Write-ins,” Lilly sai
Wednesday, September 8, ChemistryMia—Is it true? Michael is going to Tsukuba for a year to work on a robotic device that could put an end to open-heart surgery? Oh, God. Here we go. Tina insists Kenny is still in love with me—even after all this time—but I’ve always told her she is confusing her Harlequin romance novels with real life again.But maybe I was being unnecessarily harsh. Maybe she’s RIGHT. Because why else would he be so interested in my current dating status???? Yes, Kenny. It’s tru
Wednesday, September 8, PrecalcComposite function = combination of 2 functions f (g (x)) does NOT = g (f (x)) A relation is any collection of points on the x-y coordinate systemConstant function = horizontal lineHorizontal line has 0 slope Oh.My.God.This.Is.So.Boring. HOMEWORKHomeroom: n/aIntro to Creative Writing: Describe a person who you knowEnglish: Franny and ZooeyFrench: Continue décrire un soir amusant avec les amisG & T: n/aPE: n/aChemistry: Whatever, Kenny will tell me Precalculus:?????
Wednesday, September 8, the limo on the way home from the Ritz-CarltonWhen I walked into Grandmère’s suite at the Ritz today (the W was apparently so unsatisfactory, she only stayed one night), I was totally shocked to find my father there.I’d forgotten he was coming into town for the UN’s General Assembly.And he’d apparently forgotten that it’s never a good idea to drop by to see Grandmère before cocktail hour (she’s been told by her physician that she can’t have any more three-Sidecar luncheon
Wednesday, September 8, the loftMichael wants to do a whole bunch of New Yorky things before he leaves on Friday. Tonight we’re eating at his favorite burger place, Corner Bistro, in the West Village. He swears they make the best hamburgers in the city—outside of Johnny Rockets.Except that Michael won’t go to Johnny Rockets because he doesn’t believe in food chains, as he says they are contributing to the homogenization of America, and that as chain stores force out locally owned restaurants and
Wednesday, September 8, Corner BistroI have to write fast. Michael just went up to the counter for more napkins. I don’t know where our waitress disappeared to. This place is a zoo. Someone must have spilled the beans about the burgers in some guidebook. A Big Apple double-decker tour bus just pulled up and puked about a hundred tourists into the restaurant.Anyway, right as Michael arrived to pick me up, it hit me. What Grandmère was REALLY doing, giving me that key: Use the rooms to stage a ver
Wednesday, September 8, 11 p.m., the loftWell. That was very nice. We had a lovely dinner, followed by cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery (yes, the one from “Lazy Sunday” on Saturday Night Live).Then we made out all emotionally for half an hour in the vestibule of my apartment building, while Lars pretended to be putting money in the parking meter, even though the limo has diplomatic plates and we never get ticketed.I really don’t think it’s the extremely high levels of serotonin batting around in my
ME, A PRINCESS???? YEAH, RIGHT.A Screenplay by Mia Thermopolis(first draft)Scene 16INT/DAY—The penthouse suite at the Plaza Hotel. A scary-looking old woman with tattooed eyeliner (DOWAGER PRINCESS CLARISSE) is glaring at MIA, who cowers across from her in a chair. A hairless toy poodle (ROMMEL) shivers nearby.DOWAGER PRINCESS CLARISSENow, let’s see if I’ve got this straight. Your father tells you that you are the princess of Genovia, and you burst into tears. Why is this?MIAI don’t want to be a
Thursday, September 9, HomeroomI’m going to do it. I mean, Do It. Tonight. I was up all night thinking about it, and I know now—this is the only way.I know it’s selfish. I know I will be keeping a shining beacon of hope from all of the many heart patients Michael could be helping with his invention.But that is just too bad for them. Plenty of people have had open-heart surgery and were just fine. Look at David Letterman. And Bill Clinton. People are just going to have to suck it up. Maybe if the
Thursday, September 9, Intro to Creative WritingDescribe a person you know: His hair, at first glance, appears merely dark, but upon closer inspection is actually many strands of chestnut brown, gold, and black. He wears it long, for a guy, not because doing so is “in,” but because he’s too busy with his many interests to remember to get it cut regularly. His eyes seem dark at first glance, as well, but are actually a kaleidoscope of russets and mahoganies, flecked here and there with ruby and g
Thursday, September 9, EnglishNow the big question is: Do I tell Tina?I mean, obviously, I can’t tell Lilly. She’ll see right through my plan and know what I’m trying to do. Which is not to express my undying love and devotion for her brother, but to try to control him.With sex.I highly doubt she’d approve.Plus, she’ll totally accuse me of violating the feminist code by using feminine wiles instead of my brain as a means to get what I want.But isn’t that what Gloria Steinem did when she went und
Thursday, September 9, LunchSo today when I got to the caf I found that someone had placed, on each and every lunch table, little triangular table-toppers that had all these warnings written on them. Like the one on our table said:WARNING:Did you know that the single most likely to occur crisis currently facing Americans is a pandemic? With bioterrorism a real threat, and air travel as popular as it is today, deadly diseases such as avian flu and smallpox could erupt in our population at ANY tim
Thursday, September 9, G & TLilly just showed me the going-away present she got for her brother—a Magic: The Gathering carrying case, so he can take his cards with him to Japan without getting them all messed up.I didn’t have the heart to tell her thata) Michael doesn’t play Magic anymore, andb) he won’t be going to Japan, because I am planning on giving him a very, very good reason to stay right here in Manhattan.Well, it wasn’t that I didn’t have the heart to tell her. I didn’t tell her becaus
Thursday, September 9, nurse’s officeOkay. Well, this isn’t embarrassing, or anything. I mean, that I hyperventilated during our PE class’s run around the reservoir.I am supposed to be breathing into a paper bag with my head between my knees. But I did that already and it didn’t help. Well, obviously, I can breathe now. But I’m still FREAKING OUT. I can’t believe I’m really going to DO IT.What if something goes wrong, and my mom and dad find out, somehow? Like, what if it turns out I still have
Thursday, September 9, ChemistryMia, are you all right? I heard you spent P.E. in the nurse’s office. God, word travels fast in this school. And I’m fine, thanks, J.P. Just got a little winded from running around the reservoir. Got it. I’m glad you’re all right. Though you look a little pale. I have a lot on my mind, I guess. That’s right! Michael leaves tomorrow, right? Yeah. Well, supposedly. What do you mean, supposedly? I thought he was going for sure. Well, maybe. We’ll see. It would be a s
Thursday, September 9, PrecalculusREASONS TO DO IT TONIGHTVS.WAIT UNTIL PROM NIGHT Pro: It could convince him to stay in New York and not move to Japan, thus keeping me from having a nervous breakdown when he isn’t around for me to smell his neck. Con: It could convince him to stay in New York and not move to Japan, thus depriving the world of a potentially life-saving medical breakthrough, and my grandmother of her reason to keep trying to fix me up with other guys she believes are “more worthy
Thursday, September 9, the Four SeasonsIt’s getting harder and harder to find Grandmère for my princess lessons these days. We finally tracked her down in the penthouse of the Four Seasons, but when I walked in, it was bedlam, as usual.“These curtains are unacceptable,” Grandmère was saying to a man in a business suit whose gold nametag read Jonathan Greer.“I’ll have them replaced immediately, madam,” Jonathan Greer said.Grandmère looked kind of surprised that he wasn’t arguing. She said, “A flo
Thursday, September 9, the Moscovitzes’ apartment, 7 p.m.Okay, so I’m here. I’m shaved and exfoliated and conditioned and the sponges are secured in my backpack and I think I’m ready.I mean, aside from the throwing-up feeling, which still hasn’t gone away.Everything is crazy here. Michael is packing to leave, and his mother seems to think they don’t actually have things like shampoo and toilet paper in Japan. She keeps slipping that kind of stuff into his suitcase. She and Maya, the Moscovitzes’
Thursday, September 9, 8 p.m., the RitzHave to write fast—Michael is tipping the room service guy. Everything is going perfectly...we got out of the building without anyone suspecting a thing. Michael thinks we’re just having a romantic good-bye dinner for two in my grandmother’s abandoned hotel suite (which, thank God, they’ve cleaned since she left. I don’t think I could go through with this if the place still reeked of Chanel No. 5, as most rooms tend to after Grandmère’s been there). He doesn’
Thursday, September 9, 10 p.m., taxi home from the RitzI can’t believe he—Oh my God, how am I even going to write this down? I can’t even THINK it, how can I WRITE it???? I really can’t even SEE to write it, the light in here is so bad. I can only see the page when we’re stopped in traffic under a streetlamp.But since Ephrain Kleinschmidt—that’s my cab driver’s name, according to his license in the bulletproof screen between him and me—took Fifth Avenue and not Park, like I asked, we are stopped
Thursday, September 9, 11 p.m., the loftMom was up. Because Lars, not finding me at Michael’s, called her. They were talking as I walked through the door.I’m in bed now with a cool washcloth over my forehead. That’s because when she hung up with Lars and asked me where I’d been, I had to run for the toilet, where I threw up my bluefin tuna two ways with artichoke salad with fava beans and scallions and Parmesan shavings. Not to mention the chocolate mousse.I’ve gotten her to promise not to call
Thursday, September 9, 11:30 p.m., the loftMom says she doesn’t think Michael not telling me about losing his virginity to Judith Gershner is that big a deal—not worth breaking up with him over, anyway. Her exact words were, “Oh, Mia. It’s just SEX.”That’s easy for her to say. She lost her virginity when she was younger than me, and to a guy who is now married to a former CORN PRINCESS. AND she’s happily married to someone else. Of course it’s just SEX to her. To me, it’s my LIFE.“Mom, he LIED t
Thursday, September 9, 11:45 p.m., the loftMichael just e-mailed me: SKINNERBX: Mia, I don’t understand what just happened. Judith Gershner is a nice person, but she’s never meant anything to me and never will. I don’t understand how the fact that I slept with her two years ago, BEFORE YOU AND I EVER WENT OUT, is a valid reason for you and me to break up. If that’s what just happened, which, as I said, I’m not even sure about, because you were acting so weird. And as for your thinking that I exp
ME, A PRINCESS???? YEAH, RIGHT.A Screenplay by Mia Thermopolis(first draft)Scene 24INT/NIGHT—A large, comfortably furnished rent-controlled apartment on New York City’s Fifth Avenue, off Union Square. A newly madeover MIA THERMOPOLIS has just entered through the front door. Her best friend, LILLY MOSCOVITZ, a slightly chubby, pug-faced girl, is staring at her incredulously.LILLYOh my God, what happened to you?MIA(taking off her coat, trying to be casual)Yeah, well, my grandmother made me go see
Friday, September 10, 1 a.m., the loftExcept, of course, I know now that the whole time—maybe even way back when I was first finding out I’m a princess—Michael was sleeping with Judith Gershner.And I didn’t know it.Because he never told me.
Friday, September 10, 1:30 a.m., the loftHOW AM I GOING TO LIVE WITHOUT HIM?????
Friday, September 10, 2:15 a.m., the loftI have to be strong. I HAVE to. He LIED to me. He said maybe it was a good idea for us to TAKE A BREAK.I can’t just let him get away with that.Maybe writing some poetry will help.You thought I gave you up for someFoolish feminist morals.You whose head ought to be wreathedIn silver-plated laurels?For were you not a man?Was your sex not the best?Had you not a suit and tie,Big feet and hairy chest?Yet you opened up the cageFor my headstrong reckless flightYo
Friday, September 10, 3 a.m., the loftDear Michael, I just wanted to say— Dear Michael, Why did you have to— Dear Michael,WHY????
Friday, September 10, 4 a.m., the loftMichael! My hope! My love! My life!
Friday, September 10, the limo on the way to schoolI can’t believe Mom made me go to school today.I told her my heart was broken. I told her I hadn’t slept A WINK ALL NIGHT LONG. I told her I can’t stop crying. I haven’t stopped crying since last night, practically. I had no idea human beings were even CAPABLE of producing so many tears.It was like talking to a stone wall. Mom was all, “You broke up with Michael, Mia, not the other way around. No way are you going to wallow around in bed all day
Friday, September 10, Intro to Creative WritingME, A PRINCESS???? YEAH, RIGHT.A Screenplay by Mia Thermopolis(second draft)Scene 12INT/DAY—The Palm Court at the Plaza Hotel in New York City. A flat-chested girl with upside-down-yield-sign-shaped hair (14-year-old MIA THERMOPOLIS) is sitting at an ornately set table across from a bald man (her father, PRINCE PHILLIPE). We can tell by MIA’s expression that her father is telling her something upsetting.PRINCE PHILLIPEYou’re not Mia Thermopolis anym
Friday, September 10, EnglishAre you okay? I guess so, Tina. Thanks. You look kind of...pale. And your eyes are red. Yeah. Well. I didn’t get much sleep last night. Have you spoken to him yet? Michael, I mean? No. Not in person. Hasn’t he called? Or texted? Well, yes. But I haven’t written back. How can I, Tina? What is there to SAY? True. But if he apologized, wouldn’t you forgive him? He’s not going to apologize, Tina. He doesn’t think he did anything wrong!!! But this can’t be IT. I mean, it ca
Friday, September 10, FrenchMia! Is it true? Yes, Perin. It’s true that Michael admitted he had sex with Judith Gershner and he’s moving to Japan and he and I are broken up. I feel really terrible about it and I don’t want to start crying in French, so can we not talk about it? Um, no. I meant is it true that you would know what to do if a tsunami hit New York City? Oh. Yes, that’s true, too. I’m sorry about you and Michael. I didn’t know. So I guess you’re single now? I never thought of it befo
Friday, September 10, between French and LunchMy cell phone just buzzed. Michael left the following text message: MICHAELM: At least let me come by and try to explain. Even though that won’t be easy because I’m still not clear on what, exactly, I did that was so wrong. What is he talking about, come by and try to explain? How can he come by and try to explain? I’m in SCHOOL.And how can he still not know what he did wrong?????
Friday, September 10, LunchYou know what? I don’t care. LET them stare at me. This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten in this cafeteria. If I’d known the cheeseburgers were this good, as a matter of fact, I’d have started eating them a long time ago.And you know what? I don’t even care. I mean, I still feel bad for the animals, and stuff.But in a way it’s like...well, tough luck for them. The world is an unfair place. Sometimes you’re the windshield. Sometimes you’re the bug.That’s from a
Friday, September 10, G & TI almost skipped this class. Partly because I felt really sick after the burger. I definitely shouldn’t have added the bacon.But also partly because I didn’t want to see Lilly again. Especially without J.P. to rein her in.But I didn’t skip because I figured I’d just get in trouble. And a trip to Principal Gupta’s office is the last thing I need.Also, I got some Tums from the nurse, and that seemed to help.I was glad I didn’t skip when I walked into class. Glad, because
Friday, September 10, ChemistryJ.P. is acting like nothing happened! Like he thinks I don’t know about him and Lilly! He asked, “How are you, Mia?” when he sat down next to me, looking all concerned about me. Me! When he’s the one who just stomped on my best friend’s heart!I was so shocked, I just went, “Fine,” completely forgetting what I decided in the hallway on the way to class—that I am never speaking to J.P. again.And okay, it isn’t his fault, necessarily, that he doesn’t love Lilly. But h
Friday, September 10, PrecalcOh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Did what just happened really happen? Or did I just imagine it?It CAN’T have happened. Because it’s too weird to actually have taken place.Except...except I think it really did!I’m going to throw up. I really am. Why did I eat that bacon cheeseburger for lunch?My fingers are trembling so much I can barely write this...but I have to get it down somehow...okay, here goes:Now I know what Michael meant when he said he was going to come by and t
Friday, September 10, the limo on the way to the Four SeasonsI was sick in the nurse’s office. Lars got me there just in time.I don’t know what came over me. I was just sitting there in Precalc, writing in my journal, and all of a sudden, I pictured the shocked expression on Michael’s face when I turned around from kissing J.P., and I started feeling sweaty all over, and Lars, who was sitting next to me, went, “Princess? Are you all right?” in alarm, and I said, “No,” and the next thing I knew,
Friday, September 10, 3 p.m., the Four SeasonsGrandmère is the worst person to hang around with when you aren’t feeling well. Being a cylon, she, of course, never feels sick—or at least, never remembers what it was like when she DID feel sick—and is completely lacking in compassion for anyone feeling out of sorts.Worse, she is WAY excited that Michael and I broke up.“I always knew That Boy was trouble,” she said, all happily, when I explained what I was doing, showing up at her suite in the mida
Friday, September 10, the Four SeasonsThe tea is here. Grandmère is making me pour. She is going on about some argument she once had with Elizabeth Taylor about whether or not pantsuits are proper attire for women attending afternoon tea. Elizabeth Taylor thinks they are. Grandmère thinks not (no surprise there).Something is bothering me. I mean something besides the fact that my boyfriend and I are broken up because he slept with Judith Gershner, and that an hour or so ago he caught me making o
Friday, September 10, the steps outside of the Four SeasonsI can’t believe this. How stupid I’ve been, I mean.Dad tried to tell me. EVERYONE tried to tell me. But I was just so STUPID—But I can fix this. I KNOW I can. I just have to get to him before he gets on the plane, and I’ll tell him—Well, I don’t know what I’ll tell him. But I’ll figure it out when I see him. If I can just smell his neck one more time, I know—I KNOW—everything will be all right.And that I’ll know what to tell him when I s
Friday, September 10, cab on the way to John F. Kennedy International AirportI don’t believe this. It doesn’t seem possible. But there’s no mistake: We’re in Ephrain Kleinschmidt’s taxicab.Yes. The same Ephrain Kleinschmidt in whose taxicab I wept so many bitter tears the other night.Ephrain took one look at me in the rearview mirror and went, “YOU!”Then he tried to hand me his Kleenex again.“No Kleenex!” I yelled. “JFK!!! Take us to JFK, as fast as you can!”“JFK?” Ephrain balked. “I’m about to
Friday, September 10, JFK International Airport, limo shelterWell. That really didn’t work out the way I’d hoped it would.I’d really hoped that what would happen was, I’d walk into the airport and see Michael standing in the security line. I would call his name and he would turn around and see me, and duck out of the security line and come over, and I would tell him how sorry I was for being such a total ass, and he would forgive me instantly and wrap me in his arms and kiss me and I would smell
Friday, September 10, 7 p.m., the loftWhen I got home, Mom and Mr. G were just getting ready to order dinner. Mom took one look at me and was like, “Bedroom. Now,” because Rocky had pulled all the pots and pans from the kitchen cupboards and was banging on them (a trait he no doubt inherited from his father, whose drum set still has a prominent place in our living room).So I dragged myself into my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed, startling Fat Louie, who was so surprised when I landed on him,
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