A/N: Here (finally) is the second part of the carnival. I'm sorry it took so long to write. It was because 1) I had writer's block 2) I got interested in other stories I was writing 3) I lost interest in the Princess Diaries stories for a little while. So now you know, and on with the show, er, story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except Chloe. The rest are original characters which belong to Meg Cabbot.



Mia's Journal

Tuesday, December 18, The Loft, 8:15pm

Sorry I had to stop, I couldn't keep up with the writing. So, now here's the rest of my conversation with Michael.

Michael: What?

Me: I thought you just said that you did mean it. How could you not mean it when you just said that you did?

Michael: I-you didn't want to be true?

Me: How could you embarrass me in front of the whole school?

I was so upset, I knew he was toying with my emotions.

Michael: I didn't knew that I was.

Me: Well, you were, so just...just cut the crap, ok?

Then I burst out of the stall, I knew I hit him with the door, cause I heard it hit something solid, but not hollow. I couldn't turn around cause I was running. So I ran out the door, grabbed Lars and we came home. So far I got 2 calls from Lilly, 3 calls from Michael, and 6 calls from Tina. I didn't talk at all to them. Mr. G and my mom keep pounding on the door, telling me to come out and that I need to confront my fears. They don't know what it's like to be a 5'9 flat-chested freshman who happens to be the Princess and future ruler of a small country named Genovia. Grr! I wanna scream!

Tuesday, 9pm

I can't believe I'm doing this. My mom found that key that opens all door locks (I don't know how, but she did) and came into my room and talked to me. She can actually be pretty smart when her feelings are concerning her only child (not for long, though).

Mom: Mia, honey, we need to talk.

Me: What about?

Mom: About you, first of all, why aren't you at the dance?

Me: I decided not to go.

Mom: Why not?

Me: I don't have a date.

Mom: Whatever happened to your boyfriend, uh, what's his name? Kenny?

Me: We broke up.

Mom: Oh honey, I'm so sorry.

Me: It's ok, everthing is fine.

Mom: Oh honey, I forgot to tell you today.

Me: What?

Mom: Frank just told me your final grade in Algebra for the semister.

Me: What is it? An F?

Mom: No, it's an A-.

I looked at her. She didn't look like she was lying. She looked happy and truthful!

Me: Really?! Mom? Are you kidding?

Mom: No! Honey! I'm so proud of you! You got straight A's for you final grade!

Then she pulled me into a hug. I was soooo happy! I actually passed. But the shockiest thing happened.

Me: Was it over the past week or something?

My mom shook her head.

Mom: No, it was towards the middle of the quarter.

I widened my eyes. That was when Michael was helping me with Algebra!

Me: Mom! That was when Michael was helping me with Algebra!

Mom: I know! So, you have to get ready for the dance! You have to tell him everything, and to thank him.

Me: I will mom! Oh my God! Wow! This is so exciting!

So she hugged me once more, and left the room so I could change into the dress that my Grandmere took me to buy in November.

So that's how I ended up in the limo on my way to the dance. Oh God I have a knot in my stomach! I hope that Michael is there! Oh God, we're here. I hope I don't faint, or worse, vomit! On Michael! Eek! Scary!



A/N: Hallo! I hope you liked it and that you enjoy how I'm going to finish it. Please review so that I may think about finishing the story for you all! Well, Toodles for now!