Author's note: hey! I know most of you would probably want to kill me for breaking up Mia and Michael, but I'll make it up to you guys in the future. For those who forgot, Bellene is Grand-Mere's personal assistant, like the blond woman in the movie version.
Saturday, December 19th, 8am, my room
Welcome to the first day of the winter holidays. Ah. I used to look forward to it so much just a year ago. Now, I'm not sure if I can give my mind so much thinking freedom for so long without going crazy. When I finally stumbled home from school yesterday, a little family reunion was waiting for me in Grand-Mere's suit:
Me: Hey everyone.
I couldn't muster a bit of enthusiasm if my life depended on it.
Will: Good afternoon Mia.
How very formal of him. Sickening really.
GM: So where were you today Mia?
Annoyance was leaking out of her in waves.
Me: Sorry, I just lost track of time.
GM: See that it doesn't happen again. And Mia, our flight leaves tomorrow.
Me: Flight? What flight?
GM: To Genovia of course!
Oh, THAT flight. An hour ago, I would have protested and handcuffed myself to the stair railing. I wouldn't have missed seeing Beauty and the Beast with Michael for anything. But now, I was happy to get a break from New York even if I have to do a few hundred curtsies a night and eat finger foodies with heads of states.
Dad: Bellene was nice enough to pack your valise for you. Do remember to check if you have everything though.
Me: Yeah, whatever.
Darts were flying out of Grand-Mere's eyes.
Me: Listen, I'm really tired, can I please go back to my room now?
Dad: Well, William was hoping to ask you to go on a carriage ride through central park with him.
Will: It would be quite fun don't you think?
At least he didn't say "jolly".
Me: But, I, um... can't I, but...
Dad: Nonsense! You two go now but we expect you to be here for dinner at 7:30.
Joy! An hour and a half with the ice prince. Aren't dads supposed to protect you from evil creatures and not throw you to them? Maybe he's not exactly evil but that's not a good reason. I was about to pretend to be sick by clutching my stomach but then William practically lifted me from my chair and dragged me by the elbow to the door.
Will: Thank god for the break. I was about to go insane from all the small talk back there. They just kept on asking me about what I wanted to do in the future, what university I was going to attend, what subject I was going to study and all that load of crap.
Me: They're just worried about you, that's all.
Will: Ha! Worried about me you say? I'm not quite sure about that.
I decided to shut up and follow him to the park. I didn't need another round of arguments. We plowed through the yucky slush and got to the horses. I really didn't want to ride, I was totally against animal abuse like this.
Me: William, can we do something else instead? I really don't want a horse carriage ride.
Will: Don't play hard to get, all girls like romantic junk like this.
Me: Well, I DON'T!
He whipped out a small silver canteen, like the ones in old Western movies and took a swig out of it. You don't have to be very bright to know what was inside. How could he pollute his body with all those toxins? Which leads me to the category of unanswerable questions like:
1) Why do people smoke?
2) Why do people do drugs?
3) Why do people hurt each other?
Aren't we supposed to learn from past mistakes and not add to them? Some people just don't evolve over the years.
Will: How bout I just meet you in front of the Plaza in an hour? We would both be happier with that arrangement.
Me: Fine with me.
As a personal insult, he jumped on a carriage and rode away. Now that the distraction's gone, I'm left with my thoughts again. So I leave tomorrow, I can't possible go to the play. But then, what if Michael shows and I'm not there? That would be the final nail in the coffin. I'm hallucinating I guess, he can't just go on a date with his ex-girlfriend just two days after the breakup. At least I have a good excuse for not going, just in case. But if we broke up, I don't need to explain anything to him. This is too complicated. Where did I put my Mars bar?
Saturday, December 19th, 8am, my room
Welcome to the first day of the winter holidays. Ah. I used to look forward to it so much just a year ago. Now, I'm not sure if I can give my mind so much thinking freedom for so long without going crazy. When I finally stumbled home from school yesterday, a little family reunion was waiting for me in Grand-Mere's suit:
Me: Hey everyone.
I couldn't muster a bit of enthusiasm if my life depended on it.
Will: Good afternoon Mia.
How very formal of him. Sickening really.
GM: So where were you today Mia?
Annoyance was leaking out of her in waves.
Me: Sorry, I just lost track of time.
GM: See that it doesn't happen again. And Mia, our flight leaves tomorrow.
Me: Flight? What flight?
GM: To Genovia of course!
Oh, THAT flight. An hour ago, I would have protested and handcuffed myself to the stair railing. I wouldn't have missed seeing Beauty and the Beast with Michael for anything. But now, I was happy to get a break from New York even if I have to do a few hundred curtsies a night and eat finger foodies with heads of states.
Dad: Bellene was nice enough to pack your valise for you. Do remember to check if you have everything though.
Me: Yeah, whatever.
Darts were flying out of Grand-Mere's eyes.
Me: Listen, I'm really tired, can I please go back to my room now?
Dad: Well, William was hoping to ask you to go on a carriage ride through central park with him.
Will: It would be quite fun don't you think?
At least he didn't say "jolly".
Me: But, I, um... can't I, but...
Dad: Nonsense! You two go now but we expect you to be here for dinner at 7:30.
Joy! An hour and a half with the ice prince. Aren't dads supposed to protect you from evil creatures and not throw you to them? Maybe he's not exactly evil but that's not a good reason. I was about to pretend to be sick by clutching my stomach but then William practically lifted me from my chair and dragged me by the elbow to the door.
Will: Thank god for the break. I was about to go insane from all the small talk back there. They just kept on asking me about what I wanted to do in the future, what university I was going to attend, what subject I was going to study and all that load of crap.
Me: They're just worried about you, that's all.
Will: Ha! Worried about me you say? I'm not quite sure about that.
I decided to shut up and follow him to the park. I didn't need another round of arguments. We plowed through the yucky slush and got to the horses. I really didn't want to ride, I was totally against animal abuse like this.
Me: William, can we do something else instead? I really don't want a horse carriage ride.
Will: Don't play hard to get, all girls like romantic junk like this.
Me: Well, I DON'T!
He whipped out a small silver canteen, like the ones in old Western movies and took a swig out of it. You don't have to be very bright to know what was inside. How could he pollute his body with all those toxins? Which leads me to the category of unanswerable questions like:
1) Why do people smoke?
2) Why do people do drugs?
3) Why do people hurt each other?
Aren't we supposed to learn from past mistakes and not add to them? Some people just don't evolve over the years.
Will: How bout I just meet you in front of the Plaza in an hour? We would both be happier with that arrangement.
Me: Fine with me.
As a personal insult, he jumped on a carriage and rode away. Now that the distraction's gone, I'm left with my thoughts again. So I leave tomorrow, I can't possible go to the play. But then, what if Michael shows and I'm not there? That would be the final nail in the coffin. I'm hallucinating I guess, he can't just go on a date with his ex-girlfriend just two days after the breakup. At least I have a good excuse for not going, just in case. But if we broke up, I don't need to explain anything to him. This is too complicated. Where did I put my Mars bar?