Chapter 6. Because I love all my crazy reviewers.
I'm leaving for Genovia today. A day early. BEFORE THE DANCE.
Lilly says she doesn't want to go to the dance, because Boris can't go. He has a violin audition. She says she doesn't care, but I know better.
Much to my dismay, and much to my relief. Grandmere said I could bring Lilly, so, since Hannuakah is over for her, I'm bringing her.
I don't want to go, because I have to dance with strange embassadors sons. About three of them who have visited have professed their undying love to me, so I gotta be careful who I dance with. I don't want to get Lilly telling Michael all the guys I had to dance with who told me they loved me. All I need is another wrinkle in this horrible plan.
Lilly is still clueless.
I've been at her house all day. I'm very tired, and beginning to miss the comforts of home.
Today, I covered one call for her from LANA, also asking about the NOn denominational winter dance. . I was pretending to be her maid. I can't be there the entire time, I have to go HOME and to PRINCESS LESSONS. This is getting so hard. I wonder if I should just tell her. You know,now that I think about it, she would take it better then if she found out some other way. This can't hide for long.
I have to go home. I can't shelter her there. I guess, well, I guess I'm just going to have to hope.
And talk to Michael. Hope and talk to Michael.
-At home-
Okay. Mom hasn't changed. When I got home, she was changing the sheets on my bed.
WHEN HAS SHE LAST DONE THAT?
What is with her. I miss old sarcastic forgettable off-in-her-own-world painter mom! It's like she's a whole different person. She's acting just like her own mother.
Wait. That's it. I know how to get her back to her old self.
I'm going to call Mamaw and get her to talk to her. If there is anybody my mother can't stand to be polite to, it's Mamaw.
A few minutes later.
I AM SO SMART. Not book-smart, the other kind of smart.
MY PLAN WORKED. Mom made excuses to get off the phone. Then, she went to her room. She's now very mad at me. But that's ok, because for however long it's been since she got back from Mexico she's been really nice to me.
I NEED SOME ANGER! I NEED SARCASM.
I need her to need me.
Later that evening.
I feel so stupid. I'm acting like Michelle off of Full House. Or possibly one of the other girls in it. Not sure which one, though.
I have to pack. I hate packing. I had to pack every summer (at least) to go to France to the Chateau and I hated it. I never know what to bring. Grandmere called me twice to tell me to bring some of the outfits she bought me. So I have to dress in Chanel from head to tow. Even the pantyhose is from there.
I hate Chanel. Their clothes are so.....itchy. And not fun to wear, like my colorful wardrobe from Gap and Old Navy. Oh, and a little bit of Club Monaco. Everyone calls it Club Mon a co. It's really Mon-ack-co. Of course, I do live in New York.
Look at those last three paragraphs. They all start with 'I'. It's all about me, isn't it?
I'm so self centred sometimes.
List of Things To do:
Be myself.
Be myself without lying
Be myself without being self centred.
Tell LM truth about me and MM.
Do it.
Now.
I'm leaving for Genovia today. A day early. BEFORE THE DANCE.
Lilly says she doesn't want to go to the dance, because Boris can't go. He has a violin audition. She says she doesn't care, but I know better.
Much to my dismay, and much to my relief. Grandmere said I could bring Lilly, so, since Hannuakah is over for her, I'm bringing her.
I don't want to go, because I have to dance with strange embassadors sons. About three of them who have visited have professed their undying love to me, so I gotta be careful who I dance with. I don't want to get Lilly telling Michael all the guys I had to dance with who told me they loved me. All I need is another wrinkle in this horrible plan.
Lilly is still clueless.
I've been at her house all day. I'm very tired, and beginning to miss the comforts of home.
Today, I covered one call for her from LANA, also asking about the NOn denominational winter dance. . I was pretending to be her maid. I can't be there the entire time, I have to go HOME and to PRINCESS LESSONS. This is getting so hard. I wonder if I should just tell her. You know,now that I think about it, she would take it better then if she found out some other way. This can't hide for long.
I have to go home. I can't shelter her there. I guess, well, I guess I'm just going to have to hope.
And talk to Michael. Hope and talk to Michael.
-At home-
Okay. Mom hasn't changed. When I got home, she was changing the sheets on my bed.
WHEN HAS SHE LAST DONE THAT?
What is with her. I miss old sarcastic forgettable off-in-her-own-world painter mom! It's like she's a whole different person. She's acting just like her own mother.
Wait. That's it. I know how to get her back to her old self.
I'm going to call Mamaw and get her to talk to her. If there is anybody my mother can't stand to be polite to, it's Mamaw.
A few minutes later.
I AM SO SMART. Not book-smart, the other kind of smart.
MY PLAN WORKED. Mom made excuses to get off the phone. Then, she went to her room. She's now very mad at me. But that's ok, because for however long it's been since she got back from Mexico she's been really nice to me.
I NEED SOME ANGER! I NEED SARCASM.
I need her to need me.
Later that evening.
I feel so stupid. I'm acting like Michelle off of Full House. Or possibly one of the other girls in it. Not sure which one, though.
I have to pack. I hate packing. I had to pack every summer (at least) to go to France to the Chateau and I hated it. I never know what to bring. Grandmere called me twice to tell me to bring some of the outfits she bought me. So I have to dress in Chanel from head to tow. Even the pantyhose is from there.
I hate Chanel. Their clothes are so.....itchy. And not fun to wear, like my colorful wardrobe from Gap and Old Navy. Oh, and a little bit of Club Monaco. Everyone calls it Club Mon a co. It's really Mon-ack-co. Of course, I do live in New York.
Look at those last three paragraphs. They all start with 'I'. It's all about me, isn't it?
I'm so self centred sometimes.
List of Things To do:
Be myself.
Be myself without lying
Be myself without being self centred.
Tell LM truth about me and MM.
Do it.
Now.
