Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PD characters. ( However, since this is sort of based on my life, the plot IS mine. Hehe. Enjoy!

April 1, my bedroom, 12:27 A.M.

And so here I am again, up on another late night, still not fully well after being sick for about 3 days, two of which were during school. Tina is apparently beside herself, calling me constantly, telling me to get better quickly so I can come back so she's not alone. As if she can't live without me. Ha. Yeah right. I'm live-without-able. I wish. Although, one good thing has come out of me being wrought with this illness of the flu: Michael has noticed my not being at school!

I had called him two days ago about the upcoming junior prom (because he's actually GOING WITH ME!!!) that my dear mother has not stopped nagging me about, and he said that he had noticed that I was not there. I know for sure that a smile lit up my face instantly.

"Aw, that makes me feel special, I was missed!" I told him.

"Well, I do see you everyday," he replied. "Not everyday."

How did I come to find myself calling Michael, of all people, about prom arrangements? Well, for that I must thank my best friend Lily. She had asked him for me because I was, and am, too much of a chicken to do it myself. However, I am proud to say I have manned up enough to talk to him about it myself. I have been thrilled out of my mind since she told me he said yes, and it's made me so excited about junior prom that I CANNOT STAND IT.

Anyway, I feel almost detached because I haven't talked to Lily for like, two days and I need to talk to her. Besides, she has to tell me what happened between her and Boris. And Tina too, even though she never answers her phone. Tina, I could kill, seriously. She's been trying to convince me that I'm going to end up going out with Michael come prom, but I told her don't push her luck because I'm lucky enough that he's actually going with me. ME. Me, of all people. I mean, I still feel as if he only said that because he's just too nice to say no. But she says that she's always right, and that I should just believe her. Well, I don't. So there.

"Mia, how are you feeling?" Mom peeked through the door, squinting at the light, because she was just sleeping and got up to go to the bathroom.

"I'm fine, but my throat's a little sore," I told her, making a little pained expression for some emphasis.

"Alright, drink some water to moisten it, and if it's sore tomorrow I'll call the doctors again," she said, closing my door and going back to bed.

I laughed softly at the TV because of the spoof that was playing. Saturday Night Live is such a funny show, but I think I want to watch something different. But I can't help thinking how afraid I am that Grandmère will want to interfere in anything that has to do with my prom. She was already planning what we were going to do if Michael were going to ask me to his senior prom. Even though I highly doubt that he will, since what he's doing here is merely charity work. Grandmère weirdly thinks for some reason that he likes me. I can't see why she would think that though, I'm not likeable.

Okay, Kenny may have liked me, but that doesn't count because I felt nothing for him, and it was a mistake to go out with him. But that was because I figured I might as well since I could never have Michael. All I can say for Kenny is that I'm glad things with him are long over, even though things were left bitterly because of my part. Not to be harsh, but things on my end are happier. Call me an icy princess, but I care about my happiness first. And right now, the thing that makes me most happy is the fact that I am going with my Michael to my junior prom!!!!!! Gosh this sucks. Thinking about him makes me miss him. He so owns my heart, and that comment was SO mushy. Thanks, Tina. You mushified and totally corrupted me. However, I am getting tired so I shall continue this tomorrow, or well, actually, later today.