Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to Meg Cabot.
Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction, so please excuse it if it's really bad! Also, the dates may not be exact; I don't remember exact dates from the movie, so the ones I've used were just made up.
August 22nd, The Renaldi Palace
Wow.
Genovia is AMAZING.
Seriously. Everyone is incredibly nice. When I got here, there were hundreds of people outside the airport, waiting to see ME!
This really isn't so bad.
Granted, I do miss Lilly and Michael, but I talk to them online all the time. So yeah, this really isn't THAT horrible.
And life is really good. I have this huge room here at the, get this, Renaldi Palace! I never knew I'd be living in a palace! (Well, not before I found out that I'm a princess) It (the palace) is amazingly huge, and it has everything! There's a library and even a game room, which my grandmother says was designed especially for me!
I could SO get used to this.
The only thing is that I sometimes get homesick for California. I mean, can you blame me? I'm now thousands of miles away from the only place I've ever known. It's not like that's an easy thing to cope with, you know.
But I don't want people to know that I'm homesick. If someone were to find out… well, the whole country could find out! I mean, the headlines would read something like, "Homesick Princess: What's to Become of Our Country?!" People would panic and say that I wouldn't be able to reign or something like that.
…Hey, it could happen.
At least I have this diary to confide my thoughts in. And believe me, I have A LOT of thoughts. I mean, besides the average teenage girl's thoughts about boys and cars and clothes and stuff, I have thoughts about how in the world I am EVER going to rule a country!! Even a small one like Genovia!
I mean, I know that I sorted out all my feelings about ruling a country already, but can you blame me for still having butterflies about all of this? It's not exactly an easy thing, you know?
Well, for my grandmother, maybe, but not me.
I can't let them know that, though. The people of Genovia, that is. They'd REALLY be mad. First I tell them I'm all set with this princess thing, and then to just go off and say I can't do it…that would truly be awful. And I do think I can do it. I just…I think I need some guidance.
My grandmother says she'll be helping me all along the way…and I know that my father is going to be helping me, too.
So that makes things seem a tad bit easier, doesn't it?
Right. So then why am I still so nervous? My mom says it's those 'pre- coronation jitters.' That could be it. Maybe this will all blow over. I really do hope so.
Well, I'll have to figure all this stuff out later; I have to attend a Genovian press conference now. Maybe I'll write again after that…it might be really late though. Tomorrow, I have a pretty free schedule, so I can definitely write then. Lilly's supposed to call me, too; that'll be the first time I've heard her voice in about a week! (the computer doesn't count, because that's not hearing her voice) I hope I get to talk to Michael, too. I miss his jokes…and the pizzas with M&Ms that we've shared, of course!
Okay, well, until my next entry!
Author's Note: This is my first fan fiction, so please excuse it if it's really bad! Also, the dates may not be exact; I don't remember exact dates from the movie, so the ones I've used were just made up.
August 22nd, The Renaldi Palace
Wow.
Genovia is AMAZING.
Seriously. Everyone is incredibly nice. When I got here, there were hundreds of people outside the airport, waiting to see ME!
This really isn't so bad.
Granted, I do miss Lilly and Michael, but I talk to them online all the time. So yeah, this really isn't THAT horrible.
And life is really good. I have this huge room here at the, get this, Renaldi Palace! I never knew I'd be living in a palace! (Well, not before I found out that I'm a princess) It (the palace) is amazingly huge, and it has everything! There's a library and even a game room, which my grandmother says was designed especially for me!
I could SO get used to this.
The only thing is that I sometimes get homesick for California. I mean, can you blame me? I'm now thousands of miles away from the only place I've ever known. It's not like that's an easy thing to cope with, you know.
But I don't want people to know that I'm homesick. If someone were to find out… well, the whole country could find out! I mean, the headlines would read something like, "Homesick Princess: What's to Become of Our Country?!" People would panic and say that I wouldn't be able to reign or something like that.
…Hey, it could happen.
At least I have this diary to confide my thoughts in. And believe me, I have A LOT of thoughts. I mean, besides the average teenage girl's thoughts about boys and cars and clothes and stuff, I have thoughts about how in the world I am EVER going to rule a country!! Even a small one like Genovia!
I mean, I know that I sorted out all my feelings about ruling a country already, but can you blame me for still having butterflies about all of this? It's not exactly an easy thing, you know?
Well, for my grandmother, maybe, but not me.
I can't let them know that, though. The people of Genovia, that is. They'd REALLY be mad. First I tell them I'm all set with this princess thing, and then to just go off and say I can't do it…that would truly be awful. And I do think I can do it. I just…I think I need some guidance.
My grandmother says she'll be helping me all along the way…and I know that my father is going to be helping me, too.
So that makes things seem a tad bit easier, doesn't it?
Right. So then why am I still so nervous? My mom says it's those 'pre- coronation jitters.' That could be it. Maybe this will all blow over. I really do hope so.
Well, I'll have to figure all this stuff out later; I have to attend a Genovian press conference now. Maybe I'll write again after that…it might be really late though. Tomorrow, I have a pretty free schedule, so I can definitely write then. Lilly's supposed to call me, too; that'll be the first time I've heard her voice in about a week! (the computer doesn't count, because that's not hearing her voice) I hope I get to talk to Michael, too. I miss his jokes…and the pizzas with M&Ms that we've shared, of course!
Okay, well, until my next entry!