Ok, new story up, this chapter is dedicated to CrackQueenC and Robtaymattlouned.
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Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everything excpet Anabelle.
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Mia's POV
Why do I always have to make an appearance at these things? I know I'm the Princess of Genovia and it is my 'duty' to show up, look pretty, and keep my mouth shut, or at least that's what Grandmere is always telling me. But they are just so boring.
And plus, neither Grandmere nor dad every come to these things, no, it's always me who has to represent the family!
Tonight, it was the Governors Charity Ball, and although I am all for charities, I really think there are better ones than the one this one is for tonight. Like Greenpeace, they always need more money.
But I guess I should just be glad Grandmere has given up on setting me up with 'more suitable consorts' than my boyfriend of almost 3 years, Michael. So he was here tonight, doing his best to keep me sane.
Michael's POV
Mia looks gorgeous tonight, as usual. I was very hesitant to come tonight, and she knows how much I hate coming to things like this, but how could I resist that pouty face she put on? She knows I can't, and she uses it ALL the time.
This Charity Ball is just one speech after another. First one person says something about the charity, and then someone says they are donating money, then someone else thanks them, and then the whole thing is repeated again. It just seems to go on and on.
Mia is getting restless. I know she doesn't like these things any more than me, so I try my best to keep her calm during them. Tonight, I was telling her about the time Lilly flooded the bathroom. Unfortunately, it was a very funny story, and we were having trouble keeping a straight face. People have already turned around to glare disapprovingly at us.
Abandoning the story for a more suitable time, I walked over to where Lars was standing by the door. Poor Lars, he has even less say in attending these things than I do.
"Hey Lars," I started. "Do you think we can get out of here soon? Mia is getting restless and I don't think I can stand it much longer myself."
"As soon as the Governor has thanked everyone for coming, we are out of here. I think it's coming up in about ten minutes or so. Don't worry, I don't want to be here any longer than you do," he said with a grin.
I grinned back and returned to where Mia was standing, pretending to listen to the speeches.
Mia's POV
Finally, we were allowed to leave. We dropped Michael off at Columbia, and then headed to the Loft.
I walked in the door and was surprised to see mom, dad, Mr. G, Grandmere, and an older girl I didn't recognize. It looked as if they were waiting for me.
"Hi everyone," I said, "The ball was really boring, so we left early. Is Rocky asleep? I got a bunch of balloons for him, I'll just leave them in his room I guess."
I headed towards my younger brothers room, I figured if they really were waiting up for me, they would have said something, anything, by now. I wonder who that girl is though? She looks about two years older than me, maybe nineteen?
"Uh, Mia," mom said, "There is something we really need to talk about. And there is someone here we would like you to meet."
"Oh," I said, as if I hadn't realized they wanted to speak to me, or that there was someone I didn't know in the room. Oh, well, I'll just say a quick hello and go to bed. Mom and I can talk in the morning, I'm exhausted.
"Hi! Sorry, I didn't see you before. I'm Amelia, but you can just call me Mia." I said in my most princess-like voice, after all, Grandmere was in the Loft, which meant this girl was probably royalty, or at least someone important. What else would bring Grandmere out of the comforts of the Plaza and into the Loft?
"Hi." Mystery Girl said shyly. "Um, I'm Anabelle Hershey..."
Grandmere cut in at this moment.
"Amelia," she said, "Anabelle is your sister."
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Let me just say this now, this is not, not, not, not , not, I repeat NOT a Mary Sue fic. So please don't go thinking it is, because it is most definetly NOT! Is that clear? Cool. Now review! And I'll put more up soon, cos apparently I don't do it often enough!
Read and review.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everything excpet Anabelle.
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Mia's POV
Why do I always have to make an appearance at these things? I know I'm the Princess of Genovia and it is my 'duty' to show up, look pretty, and keep my mouth shut, or at least that's what Grandmere is always telling me. But they are just so boring.
And plus, neither Grandmere nor dad every come to these things, no, it's always me who has to represent the family!
Tonight, it was the Governors Charity Ball, and although I am all for charities, I really think there are better ones than the one this one is for tonight. Like Greenpeace, they always need more money.
But I guess I should just be glad Grandmere has given up on setting me up with 'more suitable consorts' than my boyfriend of almost 3 years, Michael. So he was here tonight, doing his best to keep me sane.
Michael's POV
Mia looks gorgeous tonight, as usual. I was very hesitant to come tonight, and she knows how much I hate coming to things like this, but how could I resist that pouty face she put on? She knows I can't, and she uses it ALL the time.
This Charity Ball is just one speech after another. First one person says something about the charity, and then someone says they are donating money, then someone else thanks them, and then the whole thing is repeated again. It just seems to go on and on.
Mia is getting restless. I know she doesn't like these things any more than me, so I try my best to keep her calm during them. Tonight, I was telling her about the time Lilly flooded the bathroom. Unfortunately, it was a very funny story, and we were having trouble keeping a straight face. People have already turned around to glare disapprovingly at us.
Abandoning the story for a more suitable time, I walked over to where Lars was standing by the door. Poor Lars, he has even less say in attending these things than I do.
"Hey Lars," I started. "Do you think we can get out of here soon? Mia is getting restless and I don't think I can stand it much longer myself."
"As soon as the Governor has thanked everyone for coming, we are out of here. I think it's coming up in about ten minutes or so. Don't worry, I don't want to be here any longer than you do," he said with a grin.
I grinned back and returned to where Mia was standing, pretending to listen to the speeches.
Mia's POV
Finally, we were allowed to leave. We dropped Michael off at Columbia, and then headed to the Loft.
I walked in the door and was surprised to see mom, dad, Mr. G, Grandmere, and an older girl I didn't recognize. It looked as if they were waiting for me.
"Hi everyone," I said, "The ball was really boring, so we left early. Is Rocky asleep? I got a bunch of balloons for him, I'll just leave them in his room I guess."
I headed towards my younger brothers room, I figured if they really were waiting up for me, they would have said something, anything, by now. I wonder who that girl is though? She looks about two years older than me, maybe nineteen?
"Uh, Mia," mom said, "There is something we really need to talk about. And there is someone here we would like you to meet."
"Oh," I said, as if I hadn't realized they wanted to speak to me, or that there was someone I didn't know in the room. Oh, well, I'll just say a quick hello and go to bed. Mom and I can talk in the morning, I'm exhausted.
"Hi! Sorry, I didn't see you before. I'm Amelia, but you can just call me Mia." I said in my most princess-like voice, after all, Grandmere was in the Loft, which meant this girl was probably royalty, or at least someone important. What else would bring Grandmere out of the comforts of the Plaza and into the Loft?
"Hi." Mystery Girl said shyly. "Um, I'm Anabelle Hershey..."
Grandmere cut in at this moment.
"Amelia," she said, "Anabelle is your sister."
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Let me just say this now, this is not, not, not, not , not, I repeat NOT a Mary Sue fic. So please don't go thinking it is, because it is most definetly NOT! Is that clear? Cool. Now review! And I'll put more up soon, cos apparently I don't do it often enough!