*Ok. Here is my new fic. I don't own 'Not Another Michael/Mia Story'
anymore. Just so you all know, it isn't mine; so don't email me with
complaints (not like there will be any, because the girl I gave it to is a
better writer than myself) This chapter is going to be really small, so
review and I'll make a new one!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story, except for any characters NOT mentioned in the book, which aren't real people (if there is any in the future)*
-At the loft, 12:00pm, January 3rd-
Well.
Well, well, well.
Well, well, well, well.
For once in my life, nothing is going wrong.
I don't have to worry about school, because I did REALLY well on my mid terms.
Especially World Civ., and Algebra, well, one can't help but gloat after doing THAT well in a course you thought you'd fail.
I don't have to worry about Kenny, because, well, he dumped me. Of course, he thought that I like BORIS PELOWSKI. I don't like Boris Pelowski (in that way). Nor do I like Kenny (in that way). I like Michael in that way.
I don't have to worry about the whole being-introduced-to-the-Genovian- masses thing. That went over fine. I think I might be looking forward to ruling over them. Not as much as I would if I could join Green peace, but really, who wants Sebastiano, the famous Genovian clothes designer to take over the crown.
I can think of one person, and one person only. Grandmere. She loves Sebastiano. But Sebastiano probably wouldn't do a good job; his mind is on other things. Like what the new pink will be. I told him that I really think that orange will be the new pink, and I really think he thought that for a few days.
Life is sweet.
-10:pm, Lilly's house-
I'm sleeping over at Lilly's house.
Nothing new has happened.
Literally.
Nothing.
I ………am…………so…………happy.
You would be too if you were Frenching the guy of your dreams.
Which, I happen to be doing. With extreme pleasure, might I add?
Plus Maya's fish casserole was super.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the story, except for any characters NOT mentioned in the book, which aren't real people (if there is any in the future)*
-At the loft, 12:00pm, January 3rd-
Well.
Well, well, well.
Well, well, well, well.
For once in my life, nothing is going wrong.
I don't have to worry about school, because I did REALLY well on my mid terms.
Especially World Civ., and Algebra, well, one can't help but gloat after doing THAT well in a course you thought you'd fail.
I don't have to worry about Kenny, because, well, he dumped me. Of course, he thought that I like BORIS PELOWSKI. I don't like Boris Pelowski (in that way). Nor do I like Kenny (in that way). I like Michael in that way.
I don't have to worry about the whole being-introduced-to-the-Genovian- masses thing. That went over fine. I think I might be looking forward to ruling over them. Not as much as I would if I could join Green peace, but really, who wants Sebastiano, the famous Genovian clothes designer to take over the crown.
I can think of one person, and one person only. Grandmere. She loves Sebastiano. But Sebastiano probably wouldn't do a good job; his mind is on other things. Like what the new pink will be. I told him that I really think that orange will be the new pink, and I really think he thought that for a few days.
Life is sweet.
-10:pm, Lilly's house-
I'm sleeping over at Lilly's house.
Nothing new has happened.
Literally.
Nothing.
I ………am…………so…………happy.
You would be too if you were Frenching the guy of your dreams.
Which, I happen to be doing. With extreme pleasure, might I add?
Plus Maya's fish casserole was super.