Okay, so this is my first story…Please be nice and helpful. If you want something in the story let me know…and if I did anything wrong let me know. So this is basically after prom night, what happens and what causes Mia to give up her thrown. More to come a.s.a.p.
After Prom 10:45 a.m.
I honestly don't want to know what Grandmere is thinking at the moment. She has a smile on her face worth one mangy stuffed poodle you can win in Coney Island.
The woman cannot be trusted around anyone sane. Meaning, I can perfectly handle her…and Lily, and Tina. And why not add Michael to the throng as well? (I mean, god, he's an accomplished, smart, talented, adult with abs, who isn't mentally well enough to realize that his girlfriend is a flat chested, flexitarian, princess ) A.K.A. me.
So yeah…and heck, let's add my mother and her throng of feminist woman she "discusses with," as well. There's only so much you can discuss about someone's size until it becomes creepy. In which case they are.
I'm surprised no one knocked on us for what obviously occurred last night. Lars did this weirdo Manshake with Michael, but besides that, no one mentioned my change in prom partners. Rocky must have sensed something as well because he's ignoring me and talking with Grandmere in baby talk. He must be crazy too.
God. Running out of sane people here. Wait! Mr.G!
Oh,… wait. No. Never mind. He teaches Algebra for a living and cleanses his system by eating Wheat Grass.
I'm going to try to find something semi-sane to do, and get off of the roof so I can finally get ready for graduation! Good-bye AEHS! And Michael will be there. Maybe I'll get to smell Michael's neck as well as a well deserved graduation present.
God, hope I'm not schizophrenic? OMG!!! What if this was all a dream? And the government is actually trying to trick me into believing that I am princess of Genovia so that they can prevent me from saving the whales off of the coast of Alaska??!!??!!?? And Michael is still only my best friend's brother??!!??
NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Rocky just opened the door. Grandmere wants to take pictures of me and Michael before I go wear my ridicules polyester cap.