A/N: To Liz, thank you babe for the lovely review! Hope you like this
chapter as well!
Ch. 5
Grandmère
Tuesday, September 18 –3:30p.m.
Okay, so when I said kill me know I was really hoping that someone would KILL ME NOW! Grandmère is totally out of control; she says that as a princess I will need protection! So she has assigned me with a bodyguard named Lars. Well… actually he is a bit cute in that older-man kind of way. Okay –this guy is like a dead ringer of that Sheriff cop guy named Sam Benson on that Soap Opera called "Passions" that my mother forbade me to watch after she saw that episode where Charity has to choose between evil and good and if she wants to keep that HOT stud named Miguel of hers alive and well. Actually she just didn't like the way the show treated little Timmy.
Okay so I'm getting all off subject and poor you, my dear diary are getting so confused! I'm so sorry, okay I will just tell you what I am doing right now at the moment. I am waiting for my Grandmère to finish her conference call to the governing body of Genovia. She also said that it would be a good experience if I stayed and listened in on the conversation so that I would learn something.
Like I care!
Lars is totally an uptight kind of guy. You can tell that he isn't going to let me do anything without his or Grandmère's consent. And if for some MIRACLE Grandmère does in fact say yes… I know that Lars will be not to far behind watching my every move.
OH GOD!
What about my date with Max this weekend?
Lets think about the worst…
Max could think I'm a freak and not want to go through with the date. Max could think that Lars is really my date and Max is just along for the ride. Max could think that Lars is trying to kill him every time he feels for his gun.
OH YEA!
I forgot to tell you that Lars has a gun! So cool! But then again no not cool because this is bad! I don't want a bodyguard! I am not a national celebrity! –don't remind me about all the TV offers or Magazine interviews either!
Tuesday, September 18 –4:30p.m. (One hour later)
Stating the question was easy.
It was the answer that was the hard part.
I mean, what kind of Grandmother asks her 17-year-old Granddaughter why she doesn't curtsy here and smile there be "lady like"? How rude! As if it wasn't enough that she makes me have a personal bodyguard who follow me around like a watchdog, she goes and she says that! She asks me that, I mean how rude can you be? Especially if your family? She even as far As to say that I would be a lot more prettier and easier to look at if I just wore a little makeup. Gag me why don't you?!
Correct me if I'm wrong but aren't grandmothers supposed to say that you look pretty even when you know that you aren't? Aren't they always supposed to just kiss you and hug you and complement you and spoil you?
All these qualities of a good grandmother do NOT apply to my Grandmère. She just stares daggers at me when I ask why I have to wear a dress instead of jean cutoffs to school, or when I ask why she never smiles. MY Grandmère has tattooed eyeliner and only smiles at complete strangers –GOD FORBID! She must be kind and gentle to her only granddaughter Liz.
Am I being a drag? I'm sorry. –Really I am.
So anyways what Grandmère had set up for me today was to practice the way I walk and sit. Okay, let me put my two cents in okay if I may: AM I A DOG? Or something? Do I have a dog tag that says Rover? Do I look like I am in obedience school?
No. I did not think so.
So then why is Grandmère treating me like a half-breed poodle? Elizabeth sit with your ankles crossed not your knees. Elizabeth walk with good posture. Elizabeth line your chin with the floor, also be sure that your shoulders always are aliened evenly ad with grace. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The only GOOD thing I've got going at this moment is my date with Max Evans on Saturday. And even that still makes my nerves crazy. I just don't think my Grandmère understands the value of privacy!
Tuesday, September 18 –10:30p.m.
I was watching this show Roswell today (Which is really cool because I live there! but they film the show in LA! What a jip!) and I noticed just how stupid my problems are to others. I mean what would I do if I found out that there really were Aliens among us? That's what happened to this girl called Shiri on the show. You see she gets shot in this diner and then this guy/Alien-Hybrid comes over and HEALS her! His name is Jason and he is REALLY hott! So anyways this really hott guy named Jason has a hott friend named Brendan who is an Alien-Hybrid too! Oh and get this! There is this REALLY pretty girl who is Jason's sister and her name is Katherine and -you guessed it. She's an Alien! So anyways Shiri has two best friends named Majandra and Colin, they like Brendan and Katherine. So I guess that makes Shiri with Jason, Majandra with Brendan, and Katherine with Colin. Oh yea and there is this chick named Emilie who wants Jason but she likes Nick and Nick likes her so its only a matter of time before they get together Right? So yea I was watching that show and it got me thinking about how selfish I have been. I know the show is not really, real but what if? Cuz they have to like run from the law and stuff! So I think I will shut up about Lars following me around because I bet the Roswellian's wish they had Lars.
Okay so now I'm thinking that suddenly I want Maria back REALLY bad. I mean even more than before because we just click ya know? I know I said that about Isabel but that was before I realized that I'm her part time friend. As in only-your-friend-when-no-guys-are-around type friend. So now I feel low and I have no more Maria Deluca to bring me up. You can't see but I'm crying right now. -J/k! You think I'd cry? Geez! I'm not a baby!
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A/N: Sorry so short but I'll do my best to make it up to you guys!!!
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ch. 5
Grandmère
Tuesday, September 18 –3:30p.m.
Okay, so when I said kill me know I was really hoping that someone would KILL ME NOW! Grandmère is totally out of control; she says that as a princess I will need protection! So she has assigned me with a bodyguard named Lars. Well… actually he is a bit cute in that older-man kind of way. Okay –this guy is like a dead ringer of that Sheriff cop guy named Sam Benson on that Soap Opera called "Passions" that my mother forbade me to watch after she saw that episode where Charity has to choose between evil and good and if she wants to keep that HOT stud named Miguel of hers alive and well. Actually she just didn't like the way the show treated little Timmy.
Okay so I'm getting all off subject and poor you, my dear diary are getting so confused! I'm so sorry, okay I will just tell you what I am doing right now at the moment. I am waiting for my Grandmère to finish her conference call to the governing body of Genovia. She also said that it would be a good experience if I stayed and listened in on the conversation so that I would learn something.
Like I care!
Lars is totally an uptight kind of guy. You can tell that he isn't going to let me do anything without his or Grandmère's consent. And if for some MIRACLE Grandmère does in fact say yes… I know that Lars will be not to far behind watching my every move.
OH GOD!
What about my date with Max this weekend?
Lets think about the worst…
Max could think I'm a freak and not want to go through with the date. Max could think that Lars is really my date and Max is just along for the ride. Max could think that Lars is trying to kill him every time he feels for his gun.
OH YEA!
I forgot to tell you that Lars has a gun! So cool! But then again no not cool because this is bad! I don't want a bodyguard! I am not a national celebrity! –don't remind me about all the TV offers or Magazine interviews either!
Tuesday, September 18 –4:30p.m. (One hour later)
Stating the question was easy.
It was the answer that was the hard part.
I mean, what kind of Grandmother asks her 17-year-old Granddaughter why she doesn't curtsy here and smile there be "lady like"? How rude! As if it wasn't enough that she makes me have a personal bodyguard who follow me around like a watchdog, she goes and she says that! She asks me that, I mean how rude can you be? Especially if your family? She even as far As to say that I would be a lot more prettier and easier to look at if I just wore a little makeup. Gag me why don't you?!
Correct me if I'm wrong but aren't grandmothers supposed to say that you look pretty even when you know that you aren't? Aren't they always supposed to just kiss you and hug you and complement you and spoil you?
All these qualities of a good grandmother do NOT apply to my Grandmère. She just stares daggers at me when I ask why I have to wear a dress instead of jean cutoffs to school, or when I ask why she never smiles. MY Grandmère has tattooed eyeliner and only smiles at complete strangers –GOD FORBID! She must be kind and gentle to her only granddaughter Liz.
Am I being a drag? I'm sorry. –Really I am.
So anyways what Grandmère had set up for me today was to practice the way I walk and sit. Okay, let me put my two cents in okay if I may: AM I A DOG? Or something? Do I have a dog tag that says Rover? Do I look like I am in obedience school?
No. I did not think so.
So then why is Grandmère treating me like a half-breed poodle? Elizabeth sit with your ankles crossed not your knees. Elizabeth walk with good posture. Elizabeth line your chin with the floor, also be sure that your shoulders always are aliened evenly ad with grace. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The only GOOD thing I've got going at this moment is my date with Max Evans on Saturday. And even that still makes my nerves crazy. I just don't think my Grandmère understands the value of privacy!
Tuesday, September 18 –10:30p.m.
I was watching this show Roswell today (Which is really cool because I live there! but they film the show in LA! What a jip!) and I noticed just how stupid my problems are to others. I mean what would I do if I found out that there really were Aliens among us? That's what happened to this girl called Shiri on the show. You see she gets shot in this diner and then this guy/Alien-Hybrid comes over and HEALS her! His name is Jason and he is REALLY hott! So anyways this really hott guy named Jason has a hott friend named Brendan who is an Alien-Hybrid too! Oh and get this! There is this REALLY pretty girl who is Jason's sister and her name is Katherine and -you guessed it. She's an Alien! So anyways Shiri has two best friends named Majandra and Colin, they like Brendan and Katherine. So I guess that makes Shiri with Jason, Majandra with Brendan, and Katherine with Colin. Oh yea and there is this chick named Emilie who wants Jason but she likes Nick and Nick likes her so its only a matter of time before they get together Right? So yea I was watching that show and it got me thinking about how selfish I have been. I know the show is not really, real but what if? Cuz they have to like run from the law and stuff! So I think I will shut up about Lars following me around because I bet the Roswellian's wish they had Lars.
Okay so now I'm thinking that suddenly I want Maria back REALLY bad. I mean even more than before because we just click ya know? I know I said that about Isabel but that was before I realized that I'm her part time friend. As in only-your-friend-when-no-guys-are-around type friend. So now I feel low and I have no more Maria Deluca to bring me up. You can't see but I'm crying right now. -J/k! You think I'd cry? Geez! I'm not a baby!
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A/N: Sorry so short but I'll do my best to make it up to you guys!!!
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!