Mia's POV
May
1st 2004 The loft
It's my birthday today! I just turned sixteen.
Mom threw me a HUGE party! All of me friends were there and I got a
lot of stuff! MICHAEL WAS THERE! Let's see, I got Chanel
clothes from Grandmere (no surprise there), Guide to Algebra from Mr.
Gianini (I have GOT to start calling him Frank.), a bunch of cat toys
from Mom (yeah, I see how it is; get something for the CAT on my
birthday! No, kidding), a rose from Michael (does he know the secret
language of flowers? RED MEANS LOVE!), a set of romance books
from Tina Hakim Baba, and a book of baby names from Lilly. It was a
great day. I woke up expecting to see a transformation now that I'm
sixteen, but it was all the same. Grandmere wants to throw a ball for
my birthday, and secretly, I think it'll be fun if I can bring
Michael. I can't tell Lilly, though because she's say I've
turned into a head case. I'll have to ask Grandmere if we can have
it in the Plaza, because that's one way that Lilly would like it.
She's always had a fascination with the Plaza, even though she
won't admit it. I can't believe it! Lilly asked me if I wanted to
go with her and her family on their camping trip for two weeks!
OMG! That's two weeks without Grandmere, mom and Mr. Gianini
sucking face, and TWO WEEKS ALONE WITH MICHAEL! Well, sort of.
Her family will be there, but we'll be in the middle of nowhere!
Please, mom, say yes! We're going to be going to Maine, and that'll
be several hours in a car CLOSE TO MICHAEL! I usually don't like
long car trips, but I think I'll like this one!
Mom's going to
have her baby soon. She's as big as a whale. As moms go, though,
she's totally hot. Even pregnant. I hope I have a little sister. A
sister who isn't as tall as the Empire State Building and has
normal body parts and feet smaller than Bigfoot would be even
better.
I just asked mom if I could go to Maine. She said she'd
think about it and what if she has her baby while I'm gone? I
reminded her that we'd only be gone for two weeks at the beginning
of June. That's a month away. Mom's not due for two and a half
months. I caught her eating a pint of ice cream watching Baywatch.
How many times have I told her that all of those fatty foods are bad
for the developing fetus inside of her? She refuses to listen. I
think I'm going to have to go through the fridge and give all of
the bad stuff to Ronnie, my next-door neighbor who used to be a guy
but is now a girl. She gets mad when I do that, but she doesn't
realize it is for her own good. And the baby's of course. I don't
want my baby brother or sister to be deformed because my mother wants
to devour Hagan Daaz ice cream. After I told her about all this she's
all, "ok, Mia, you can go. It's going to be very restful without
you around to monitor my food intake." Oh, god, what if she totally
skimps on her diet and my baby brother or sister ends up deformed?
I'd feel totally guilty.
I just called Lilly and told her that I
can go. She freaked. And I think I heard Michael freaking in the
background. MICHAEL FREAKING BECAUSE I CAN GO WITH HIM!
