Disclaimer: All characters are the sole property of Meg Cabot.
~*~Authors Note: Sorry this chapter is so short but it's just a filler the next chapter I posted is longer so it all evens out. And thank you guys for the reviews ya'll rock!~*~
December 20th Grandmere's
It isn't fair. This is totally, completely unfair.
I mean anybody else's Grandmother would have let them skip a stupid dance they didn't want to go to. Anybody else's Grandmother would have been sympathetic to the fact that their granddaughter had been hurt and embarrassed beyond words.
Anybody else's Grandmother would have been like "Maybe you should switch school's. How do you feel about Oklahoma? Would you like to go to school in Oklahoma?"
But, noooo. Not My Grandmother and all because of the simple fact that she's a Queen.
When I tried to explain my situation to her she laughed. She actually laughed at me! She said members of the royal family of Genovia do not cancel social gatherings because of some stupid, childish, and immature reason. She said that this American boy is not worthy of my time and that I need to find a royal consort.
If that wasn't enough she then had to go make Vigo and I look through different magazines to find a suitable hairstyle for the dance like she was trying to rub in the fact that I HAD to go.
I hate her. I hate her tattooed eyeliner. I hate her drawn on eyebrows. I hate her stupid little poodle. I hate how unsympathetic she is. I hate everything about her.
As if it wasn't enough that I had to be proclaimed the Princess of some small European country, I also had to be cursed with a Queen for a Grandmother.
Sometimes I would love to be invisible!
~*~Authors Note: Sorry this chapter is so short but it's just a filler the next chapter I posted is longer so it all evens out. And thank you guys for the reviews ya'll rock!~*~
December 20th Grandmere's
It isn't fair. This is totally, completely unfair.
I mean anybody else's Grandmother would have let them skip a stupid dance they didn't want to go to. Anybody else's Grandmother would have been sympathetic to the fact that their granddaughter had been hurt and embarrassed beyond words.
Anybody else's Grandmother would have been like "Maybe you should switch school's. How do you feel about Oklahoma? Would you like to go to school in Oklahoma?"
But, noooo. Not My Grandmother and all because of the simple fact that she's a Queen.
When I tried to explain my situation to her she laughed. She actually laughed at me! She said members of the royal family of Genovia do not cancel social gatherings because of some stupid, childish, and immature reason. She said that this American boy is not worthy of my time and that I need to find a royal consort.
If that wasn't enough she then had to go make Vigo and I look through different magazines to find a suitable hairstyle for the dance like she was trying to rub in the fact that I HAD to go.
I hate her. I hate her tattooed eyeliner. I hate her drawn on eyebrows. I hate her stupid little poodle. I hate how unsympathetic she is. I hate everything about her.
As if it wasn't enough that I had to be proclaimed the Princess of some small European country, I also had to be cursed with a Queen for a Grandmother.
Sometimes I would love to be invisible!
