Disclaimer: Meg Cabot is the amazing genius who created Princess Diaries, so she owns everything you recognize from the books.

My first story ever!!! So, I promise I'll do my best to be at least a fine story. Oh, and forgive me for some mistakes I may make, because English is not my native language (I'm Brazilian).

The story…when Helen Thermopolis found out she was pregnant, she decided not to tell the father of her baby, Prince Phillipe, afraid he could take her baby away from her. So…so let's get this started.

Saturday, August 23rd, late night at home

    When my mom gave me this book for my birthday, saying , in her own words, a journal would make me know more about myself, I almost threw it in her head. I mean, I know I love writing and everything, but all I wanted was a new discman.

    Anyway, here I am, writing in this thing, because I'm really tired of having the same discussion with mom and my stepdad, Frank, I mean: I DON'T WANNA MOVE TO MANHATTAN!! AND I DON'T WANNA STUDY IN THAT RICH KIDS' SCHOOL MOM AND FRANK WORK ON!!        

    I lived my whole like in Brooklyn, okay, that's a lie: I moved here when I was one year old and before that I actually lived in Manhattan, but I don't even remember. The thing is: before my mom got pregnant with me, she was a single artist living it up in the city. Then, she met my father, a person that I only know the first name (Phillipe) and I've only seen in a picture my mom gave me when I was 10, right before she married Frank. Anyway, she got pregnant and dad lived in a different country, so she figured it out that it would never work and never told him about me. She says that when I'm 18, she'll explain why. Continuing, I was born and mom couldn't keep anymore her Manhattan life-style, so we moved here.

    What didn't mean life got any easier, it was still tough for her raise a child with her art. So, when I was 6 years old, she started working at Albert Einstein High School in Manhattan, teaching Arts, where she met Frank, then they became friends, fell in love with each other and ended up getting married four years ago. He is a great guy and if it wasn't him helping me with Math, I wouldn't be going to High School at all.

    The thing is: all I want is going to High School with Julia and my other friends. And Julia, as my best friend should support I little more my wishes…

    "Mia, don't make such a big deal. It's not like you're leaving the country: Manhattan is across the bridge." she said when she came here this evening.

    "Thanks for the support, Julia…" I mean, couldn't she be on my side? I'm her best friend since first grade, when I helped that little girl reach her locker. And from that day on, I've been helping her reaching things (she's really short, only 5'1'', but at least she has breasts).

    "Hey, don't think it won't be hard not having you around all the time, okay? I just think you're overreacting: you're gonna live in the one the coolest places in the world and you will also study in one of the 50 best schools in East Cost. I mean, it's like a passport to a great university. And I'm sure there must be someone nice there, not mentioning boys...they must be just…wow!"

    "You're probably right. But what about Rocking Saturday?" Rocking Saturday is Julia's weekly radio show in the communitarian station. Yeah, Julia is that cool: she has her own radio show, and I'm its producer and co-writer, well, sometimes I host the show with her. The coolest part: everybody in school listens to the show, what makes us very popular, but not the cheerleaders' way of popularity, we're "cool".

    "Well, I guess you can still help me write and produce it. That's our deal: every Saturday, you're gonna come to my house, help with the show and afterwards, we're gonna plan the following week show. Fine with you?"

    "Seems you have it all figured out…"

    "I plan ahead so as to convince myself I won't miss you like I would miss my head if it was gone."

    So, before we started crying, we went watch our favorite movie ever: Dirty Dancing. After it, she went home and my mom told me to start packing my stuff, otherwise I'll not finish it in time. Come on, we are moving in a week…

    Well, but I have to say my mother was right: writing helps. Actually it has always helped me, but I never wrote about myself before. Anyway, I just hope she is also right when she says moving to Manhattan will be the best thing the has ever happened to me.

.:: Did you guys liked it?? I know it was king of slow, but I had to explain Mia's life. Anyway, now reviews…thanks in advance!!! Kisses. .::