Disclaimer. So far these characters aren't mine - except Lucie, Isobel and
Pascal. They belong to Meg Cabot's Princess Diaries. By the way the songs
are mine too.
A/N I'd be grateful if you'd read this..
Okay I'm not pointing fingers but some of you have commented on grammar, spelling and length. So I want to make a few things clear.
I have awful grammar skills typed or written - not good for me as I'm studying English language at A-level but there we go.
I don't capitalise the S in Said - the computer does it for me and no matter how many times I change it to s it always changes it back. It's just an awkward machine. The evil machine also likes to play with my speech marks too.
It's been pointed out that I spell realise with the S. that's because I'm English, and oddly enough we spell an awful lot of words with S instead of Z. If you're wondering why this is its part of a mad transatlantic divide in language - same tongue different morphemes.
I know I write short but I like to write in bursts because I have a lot on the go at the moment. Unless someone wants to do all three lots of coursework for me, revise my exams for me and go to all my extra activities for me too they'll stay short. Plus the bursts are better for you people. One it strains your eyes less (see how considerate I am?) and 2 I don't know how all of you feel but I get really bored by long chapters where I seem to be constantly scrolling.
That's it - I just wrote all that to help you understand me, and my methods; keep the reviews coming folks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Those who don't believe in magic will never find
it~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two days later the Genovian Jet touched the runway, and the slinky black limo was parked ready for passengers to climb in. Several people descended the stairs and gathered in a group on the tarmac. They stood a little apprehensively until one of them marched towards the limo and approached the driver. After a quick exchange the young woman who had approached the limo driver shouted 'Hey you guys! Come on!' before diving into the back of the car. Lily settled back into the leather seat and sighed 'So this is how the rich live.' She muttered contentedly. Tina Hakim-Baba looked at her friend and giggled 'Lily it's not like you didn't know that already!' That as true - Lily was already a high paid journalist, working for one of the major New York companies she earned high and already had everything she wanted. Shameeka - another of Mia's high school friends sat opposite them with Ling Su by her side. 'This is a real gathering isn't it?' she murmured glancing at Lily. 'I wonder why Mia wants us.' Lily shrugged 'Don't look at me like that I haven't a clue.' 'Does it really matter as long as we're here?' asked Tina. The passengers of the limo shook their heads, they chatted briefly about old times but the talk died off as they passed through the countryside and largest town. Lily looked out of the window towards the palace as they approached. A million thoughts were racing through her head and she didn't know which one to listen to first. They climbed out of the limo and stared around them for a few seconds at the ornamented driveway. Lilly found she was suddenly enveloped in a hug as Mia ecstatically welcomed her guests. When the welcoming was over they chattered briefly for a few minutes before entering the building. 'I'm so sorry I couldn't meet you, something really important came up did you have a nice trip?' said Mia. 'It was fine.' Tina replied. ' My dad returns from his tour tomorrow - do you want to see your rooms and stuff now or shall we catch up whilst we have the chance?' Mia asked. 'Catch up!' her four guests replied, Mia grinned and lead them to a small sitting room.
They talked for four hours exchanging messages, news and reminiscing. After a few moments of silence Lily turned to Mia. 'So what are all the rumours that have been whizzing round the press about?' Mia shrugged. 'Don't tell me there's going to be a royal wedding?' Guessed Tina, the incurable romantic of the group. 'Maybe.' Mia replied. 'Who is it?' Lily demanded. 'It's complicated.' Mia replied. Tina laughed lightly 'That doesn't answer the question!'
'Okay okay!' Mia exclaimed. 'I'll tell you -he's a music icon, but following protocol I have to ask him, and I haven't yet. I'm going to ask him tonight.' She told them. 'Well who is he?' Ling Su asked. 'Solo.' Mia replied. Lily yelped in shock, 'Are you serious?' she asked. Mia nodded. 'What's wrong with her getting together with Solo?' Tina demanded. 'Do you actually know who he is?' asked Lily, Tina shook her head, Mia nodded. 'Tell them Lily, he won't mind.' Lily sat back down on the chair she'd leapt up from. 'We all know who Solo is.' She whispered. 'Who then?' asked Shameeka. 'Tell us Lily because I don't know who you mean.' Mia put her arm though Lily's and whispered quietly. 'I'll tell them.' She looked up 'Solo is Michael. Michael Moscovitz.' The other three gasped, then Tina broke into a smile. 'I knew it! You two are made for each other!'
They sat and talked for a while longer. 'My dad doesn't know he's here, I don't think he even connects Solo with Michael,' said Mia. 'I know he won't be that happy at first, but Michael loves me and it's not hard to see that I still love him.' Ling Su turned to Lily, 'Why didn't you tell us about Michael?' she asked. Lily sighed 'Michael didn't want me to tell anybody; he was heartbroken when he left Mia and wanted to get back with her but he was afraid. Then he got a record deal and decided to use an alias - he didn't want to be recognised by anyone and he didn't want to be reminded of Mia.' Mia took up the story and told them of the events in Monaco and the past few days they had spent together at the palace. 'I do love him and I want to be with him - forever.' she added.
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June 12. My suite. Getting ready for dinner.
I can't believe it everybody's here, all of my friends. I love Michael so much, I didn't realise just how much I missed him. I'm meant to ask him to marry me - stupid royal protocol. Why can't he ask me? Mind you I don't think it really matters, I love him and that does matter. But as far as who should ask who I don't care. I just hope that he says yes. I'm going to go and ask him now, before dinner.
Mia put down her favourite fountain pen, after all these years she still kept a diary. And it still held her deepest fears hopes and wishes. Alongside reminders like 'Playing tennis 1pm vs. Prince Harry,' and 'Phone Mom.' She took a deep breath as she reached the door then left the room and headed towards Michaels room at the other end of the corridor.
A/N I'd be grateful if you'd read this..
Okay I'm not pointing fingers but some of you have commented on grammar, spelling and length. So I want to make a few things clear.
I have awful grammar skills typed or written - not good for me as I'm studying English language at A-level but there we go.
I don't capitalise the S in Said - the computer does it for me and no matter how many times I change it to s it always changes it back. It's just an awkward machine. The evil machine also likes to play with my speech marks too.
It's been pointed out that I spell realise with the S. that's because I'm English, and oddly enough we spell an awful lot of words with S instead of Z. If you're wondering why this is its part of a mad transatlantic divide in language - same tongue different morphemes.
I know I write short but I like to write in bursts because I have a lot on the go at the moment. Unless someone wants to do all three lots of coursework for me, revise my exams for me and go to all my extra activities for me too they'll stay short. Plus the bursts are better for you people. One it strains your eyes less (see how considerate I am?) and 2 I don't know how all of you feel but I get really bored by long chapters where I seem to be constantly scrolling.
That's it - I just wrote all that to help you understand me, and my methods; keep the reviews coming folks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Those who don't believe in magic will never find
it~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two days later the Genovian Jet touched the runway, and the slinky black limo was parked ready for passengers to climb in. Several people descended the stairs and gathered in a group on the tarmac. They stood a little apprehensively until one of them marched towards the limo and approached the driver. After a quick exchange the young woman who had approached the limo driver shouted 'Hey you guys! Come on!' before diving into the back of the car. Lily settled back into the leather seat and sighed 'So this is how the rich live.' She muttered contentedly. Tina Hakim-Baba looked at her friend and giggled 'Lily it's not like you didn't know that already!' That as true - Lily was already a high paid journalist, working for one of the major New York companies she earned high and already had everything she wanted. Shameeka - another of Mia's high school friends sat opposite them with Ling Su by her side. 'This is a real gathering isn't it?' she murmured glancing at Lily. 'I wonder why Mia wants us.' Lily shrugged 'Don't look at me like that I haven't a clue.' 'Does it really matter as long as we're here?' asked Tina. The passengers of the limo shook their heads, they chatted briefly about old times but the talk died off as they passed through the countryside and largest town. Lily looked out of the window towards the palace as they approached. A million thoughts were racing through her head and she didn't know which one to listen to first. They climbed out of the limo and stared around them for a few seconds at the ornamented driveway. Lilly found she was suddenly enveloped in a hug as Mia ecstatically welcomed her guests. When the welcoming was over they chattered briefly for a few minutes before entering the building. 'I'm so sorry I couldn't meet you, something really important came up did you have a nice trip?' said Mia. 'It was fine.' Tina replied. ' My dad returns from his tour tomorrow - do you want to see your rooms and stuff now or shall we catch up whilst we have the chance?' Mia asked. 'Catch up!' her four guests replied, Mia grinned and lead them to a small sitting room.
They talked for four hours exchanging messages, news and reminiscing. After a few moments of silence Lily turned to Mia. 'So what are all the rumours that have been whizzing round the press about?' Mia shrugged. 'Don't tell me there's going to be a royal wedding?' Guessed Tina, the incurable romantic of the group. 'Maybe.' Mia replied. 'Who is it?' Lily demanded. 'It's complicated.' Mia replied. Tina laughed lightly 'That doesn't answer the question!'
'Okay okay!' Mia exclaimed. 'I'll tell you -he's a music icon, but following protocol I have to ask him, and I haven't yet. I'm going to ask him tonight.' She told them. 'Well who is he?' Ling Su asked. 'Solo.' Mia replied. Lily yelped in shock, 'Are you serious?' she asked. Mia nodded. 'What's wrong with her getting together with Solo?' Tina demanded. 'Do you actually know who he is?' asked Lily, Tina shook her head, Mia nodded. 'Tell them Lily, he won't mind.' Lily sat back down on the chair she'd leapt up from. 'We all know who Solo is.' She whispered. 'Who then?' asked Shameeka. 'Tell us Lily because I don't know who you mean.' Mia put her arm though Lily's and whispered quietly. 'I'll tell them.' She looked up 'Solo is Michael. Michael Moscovitz.' The other three gasped, then Tina broke into a smile. 'I knew it! You two are made for each other!'
They sat and talked for a while longer. 'My dad doesn't know he's here, I don't think he even connects Solo with Michael,' said Mia. 'I know he won't be that happy at first, but Michael loves me and it's not hard to see that I still love him.' Ling Su turned to Lily, 'Why didn't you tell us about Michael?' she asked. Lily sighed 'Michael didn't want me to tell anybody; he was heartbroken when he left Mia and wanted to get back with her but he was afraid. Then he got a record deal and decided to use an alias - he didn't want to be recognised by anyone and he didn't want to be reminded of Mia.' Mia took up the story and told them of the events in Monaco and the past few days they had spent together at the palace. 'I do love him and I want to be with him - forever.' she added.
~~~~~{@ ~~~~~{@ ~~~~~{@
June 12. My suite. Getting ready for dinner.
I can't believe it everybody's here, all of my friends. I love Michael so much, I didn't realise just how much I missed him. I'm meant to ask him to marry me - stupid royal protocol. Why can't he ask me? Mind you I don't think it really matters, I love him and that does matter. But as far as who should ask who I don't care. I just hope that he says yes. I'm going to go and ask him now, before dinner.
Mia put down her favourite fountain pen, after all these years she still kept a diary. And it still held her deepest fears hopes and wishes. Alongside reminders like 'Playing tennis 1pm vs. Prince Harry,' and 'Phone Mom.' She took a deep breath as she reached the door then left the room and headed towards Michaels room at the other end of the corridor.