A/N: Hello again! It's Christmas Eve and I'm bored, so here's another chapter for you. Thanks to my newest reviewers: Mellie, Squin, Lavander Ice, Bookworm, and Meatball Head. Now, if everyone would just drop me a review after the chapter, I'd love you forever ::smiles encouragingly at her absolutely lovely readers who she KNOWS will immediately shower her in reviews::



~*Sunday, October 12*~



WHY does life always do this to me? When I finally accept things how they are and warm up to prickly ideas. something like THIS happens! I had finally accepted the concept of my brother and my best friend MAYBE being perfect for each other and then.



MIA! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, CHILD?!?!?



Her hair was: brownish-blond; kind of mousy; slightly triangular; longish

Her hair is: blond; very blond; very non-triangular; short



Her nails were: kind of dirty; bitten off; normal

Her nails are: clean and painted; fake; totally abnormal



Her clothes were: school uniforms and thrift-shop finds; like mine; expressive

Her clothes are: made by guys with French names; like Lana's; boring



Mia was: predictable; individual; my best friend

Mia is: unpredictable; a clone; some total stranger



She even missed taping Lilly Tells It Like It Is today. Mia has never, ever missed one of my shows without telling me in advance. Her grandmother is taking over her life.



So I advised her to be assertive when she came over last night.



And she did. but not to the beloved Grand-mere. To ME, her own best friend. Mia NEVER acts like this. I guess she got some sort of brain transplant, too.



There is no way I am EVER letting her NEAR my brother now. Michael, you WILL thank me sometime in the future, near or far.



In fact, there is no way I am ever SPEAKING to her again. Ever.



In other unsettling news, neither Moscovitz child is at the top of their class. Our parents will slaughter us when we get transcripts to sign and return. Guess who has beat Michael to the top of the senior class so near that lovely time when valedictorian is chosen?



Hold on, I have to take a deep breath. I don't even believe this myself.



JOSH RICHTER has beaten my big brother to the top of the senior class.



For once, I actually feel like standing UP for Michael. I never, in my wildest dreams, thought this day would come.



~*Later on Sunday*~



I miss Mia already. My parents and Michael think I need to talk about this. I think not. The issue seems pretty clear-cut to me.



There is no way I am going to initiate the whole making-up thing. This is all Mia's fault, so Mia needs to take responsibility and sort it herself.



I have, however, had some time to think about Ho-Gate more now that I'm not always gabbing with Mia. I have, in fact, had a totally brilliant idea, too.



Why not start a petition? Get the whole student body active!



I need to fight with Mia more often.