Princess Diaries 9: Princess Mia
[Blair's Way
Saturday, September 11th, 7 am.
I don't know what exactly made me do it. I ditched JP. I didn't mean to, it's just, ARGHH. I am SO screwed, seriously. I can't think of anyone else more screwed than me. Okay, maybe people dying of hunger and everything, and Michael Jackson, even though I shouldn't say that. Us princesses can not mention Mr. Jackson on account of him being "undesirable" - (Grandmere) in formal speaking. I wonder what they will actually do if I mention him at some sort of ball held by the Genovians. They'll probably die. And to think what will happen if the royals boogie down to some of his music. Oh my, can you even imagine the royals dancing to HIS music? Oh, no…my eyes are stinging again, I can't think of music, music makes me think of guess who? Michael. Geez. I wish he hadn't moved. I wish I could've stopped him.
WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MY SHOOTING STAR?
If only. I wish wishes would come true. Oh, no, wait. That would mean that we would like have dictators because you know, evil people wish. Right? Okay, I wouldn't know. Okay, yeah, I would know, because evil is like bad, and I'm a really, really bad person. I'm not a burglar or anything, thank god. Genovia would never forgive me. But Genovia would be nothing compared to Grandmere.
TOP 3 (at the moment) REASONS I AM A BAD
PERSON:
1. I broke up with my boyfriend on account of him sleeping with another girl before we started dating and him not telling me. Everyone is saying it's not a big deal. It sort of is, though, but then, it isn't. It's times like these I ask myself what the hell did I do?
2. I kissed my best friend's ex-boyfriend soon after they broke up. I mean who does that? Evil people, that's who, or at least bad ones. And to top it all off. Who was there? MICHAEL. I had my chance to get him back, hopefully that was what he was there though, oh my god, what if he just went there to tell me off? No way, Michael wouldn't do that. I could be wrong though, I never thought Michael would sleep with another girl and not tell me. Judith, to top it all of. The Fruit Fly clone.
3. I started eating meat again. I mean, I haven't ate meat since I was Six! Six, I tell you. I've been off it for nearly a decade! I'm eating slaughtered animals! Why would I, Mia Thermopolis, eat meat? Okay, yeah, after I broke up with the love of my life! The boy I've been waiting for three years or more! What is wrong with me, honestly? I'm supposed to be a vegetarian, for Christ's sake. For little pigs and cows sakes, too. Basically, I just suck, I really, really suck and the worst part is, I can't even keep it down, I'm at the toilet seven hours a day, thinking I am going to puke. And I do. So why am I even bothering to put it down my throat? I can't even explain what I'm doing, oh my god.
What if they send me to some sort of MENTAL hospital?
Lord knows the guys from Grey's Anatomy aren't going to be there. Tina told me something about this. She said they were "dreamy", but you know Tina, with her romance novels! I can't even think about romance right now. I'm crying again, oh great. Text! Oh, no, it's from JP, he probably hates me now, really, really hates me.
JP: Mia, what happened to you last night? Are you OK? TXT back.
Me: JP, um, yeah, I'm OK. I'm really sorry about last night.
Truth is, after Beauty and the Beast, we went to his place. Well, his parent's place, but what does it matter? We went into his room and just talked about stuff.
And before you knew it, we were making out, well not necessarily, but kissing the tiniest bit. Over exaggerating much, Mia? Thoughts were running through my head: What in the world am I thinking? How could I let this happen? I can't cheat on Michael. Even though he probably thinks we're over now. So, I did the only thing I could do, I pushed him aside. "Um," I began, "JP. This is a little too fast, I mean, JP, I like you. But we're friends. I love Michael. Really." I got up. I'm not that easy, am I? "I'll, um, go check my c-c-ell." I began, stammering, "My M-m-mom's probably worried or something." Hopefully, Fat Louie ate another sock or something, so I could get out of that place. I walked out of the room calmly , grabbed my purse and jacket, and ran out of the apartment before anyone noticed. Before I knew it, I was home, and it was midnight. My mom was pacing and Mr. Gianini was trying to calm her down.
Me: Hey, mom.
I assumed she would be cool about this, I really was sorry. But she wasn't, not at all. Mr. Gianini
wasn't either.
Mom: Mia, where in the world were you? What happened?
She sounded angry, really, really angry. What did she think? I got drunk and started stripping? No, I didn't. But I almost slept with my [ex? best friend's boyfriend. I stink. So, I started sobbing. Really, really, sobbing. No construction site could have been louder than me. I ran into the bathroom and threw up. When all the throwing up was settled, I went into my room. "Mia?" my mom asked, "Can I come in?" "N-n-no." I sobbed. Does she have no respect for my wishes? She just walked in. Walked right in. I could've been doing something personal in there, things I shouldn't even list, let alone think about. She sat down on the bed, right beside me. "Mia, sweetie, what happened?" I wouldn't have let the sweetie thing pass if I wasn't completely delirious at the time. So I told her. And I got an idea. It wasn't a genius idea, but it was an idea.