A/N: Merry Christmas Eve! Have another serving of my story! Yum! Unfortunately, my browser gave me a little bit of trouble when I tried to upload Chapter 9, the previous chapter, so the chapters leading up to this may have gotten scrambled. If you notice anything wrong, please let me know so I can try to straighten it out!

Obviously, I have no reviewers to thank, since I'm writing 2 consecutive chapters, but I hope that you will all write reviews so that I can have a nice long thank-you section in a few days when I attempt to finish this story off!



~*Monday, October 13*~



I feel so. independent. So liberated. So free.



I got myself to school this morning, thank you very much. No limousine ride from Mia's European crazies necessary. Now that I've had time to concentrate on things other than those that involve Mia, I was able to draw up a petition AND make posters to support my boycott of Ho's Deli. Boris and Shameeka were helping me circulate petitions during the day (Michael, for one reason or another, refused to, though this didn't surprise me in the least), and I got a good deal of the footage taped for my show.



That wasn't all I got on tape, though. Mia assaulted Lana with a Nutty Royale. Right in the cheerleader uniform. It was brilliant, and I would have been the first to congratulate her if we hadn't been fighting. But, since we are, I'm keeping this footage of illegal assault for use in Mia's future when she's involved in some sort of political war against my fighters of justice and I can prove that she's not the innocent she pretends to be.



Whoa, I'm really getting carried away here.



But it WAS fun to see Mia get pulled out of G&T to go to the principal's office. She had been working with Michael on improving her Algebra strategies, and he looked absolutely crestfallen when she had to leave.



And she DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE.



I almost pity my brother for crushing on someone so dense. But I don't, because he, too, is too shy to do anything about it. How naff.



Not that it's uncool not to immediately approach someone you like. In fact, it's almost intelligent. Absolutely intelligent, in fact.



Oh, how obvious am I? I feel so. odd. Why can't I just go talk to Boris about the Cultural Diversity Dance like any normal person would do? I can beg him to pass around petitions without even a second thought.



I WILL ask him to the dance.



I am Lilly Moscovitz.



I fear nothing.



I will do it tonight, before I lost my confidence.



I am within reach of the phone.



Here it goes.



A/N: Cliffhanger! ::laughs wildly:: Don't worry, as soon as I post this I think I'll write another chapter, and, besides, you all know what happens from the book.

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