Chapter One: Political Scheming
Monday, February 5
She absolutely positively hates me.
Grandmère is truly just some sadistic monster woman with tattooed eye liner. Really, the only reason she stays around me giving me all these lessons about being a princess and all is only because she loves to torture the young. I can't imagine how it must've been for Dad.
Dad on the other hand assures me it's just another political strategy (he'd first used scheme, but later changed, though I still go with word choice one) Grandmère needs to use to improve the country I am to one day take over. Then I accidentally jabbed my thumb into Dad's knee. It is very hard.
Has the woman not learned the last time I went on TV? I pretty much spilled the beans on everyone, and everyone, but Tina, got mad at me.
The strangest part is what TV interview she's signed me with this time. It's really not a formal interview at all. It's The Moment of Truth where I can only say the truth, which for me, isn't all that easy with my compulsive order to lie at every opportunity, but Grandmère has easily overlooked that and has assured me this is 'the best game show I could appear on.'
Lilly doesn't object either. Actually, she's sitting right next to me in the limo overlooking my shoulder telling me about all the benefits. Now she's complaining how I'm complaining that she agrees with Grandmère and how instead I should be taking notes with what she's saying. Now she's arguing how she isn't agreeing with Grandmère and how she never would but…oh God, I can't keep up anymore and she's starting to use big words again.
"Why'd your grandmother make you go on a game show instead of an interview instead?" Michael asked on our way into the building.
"Because game shows get more viewers and she hates me." I explained.
He ignored the last bit. "Why the Moment of Truth?" Really, he said a lot more about that, giving me background information, how terrible it is, his opinions, and whole lot of other big words only Lilly could understand, but really besides jabbing my thumb and all slowing down my writing pace and all, I really don't care about the big words. I just wish one of them could save me.
"Mia?" Michael shakes my arm.
"What? Oh, yeah, because she thinks that if we go on that TV show and win we can show how honest of a country we are and stuff like that. For PR." I felt kind of stupid, my biggest word only being seven letters long, and I'm sitting in the same vehicle with two brainiacs whose smallest word is seven letters.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine." He assured me, which was really sweet considering the fact that was the one sentence without a word larger than six letters he'd said in the whole car ride and I miraculously understood it.