Sunday 9.15
GM: Amelia I have horrible news…
When Grandmere said this I flipped out. She wasn't a woman that got carried away easily, so if she said the news were bad, oh they were BAD.
M: What's the matter? Is mom OK? What about Dad? Oh no, please tell me it's not the baby!
GM: Call down child! I only wanted to tell you that our trip has gotten pushed forward. We will be leaving for Genovia tomorrow.
M: Oh… Grandma, you almost gave me a heart attack right there… WAIT! TOMORROW????
GM: Please don't call me by that vulgar name Amelia, I've told you thousand times already.
M: How can we leave tomorrow? I'm not ready, there is so much stuff I don't know!
GM: Nonsense, you'll be perfectly fine.
M: No I won't. I don't even know who invented the Genovian pears!
GM: Look Amelia, do not raise your voice when you are speaking to me. The Ball is this Friday and you must attend. Although more princess lessons would be useful, we don't have the time. I will see you tomorrow at the airport. You will be driven directly after school to meet me there so you better start packing right away.
M: But, but...
GM: No buts!
M: My formal dance is next saturday, all my friends will be waiting for me!
Of course, by all my friends I meant Michael because I really think he might ask me to go with him. People don't just kiss your little sister's best friend and don't do anything else about it.
GM: Oh don't worry, you'll be back Saturday morning in time to get your hair, nails, etc done.
So here I am, again in the Plaza in total shock. I can't be introduced to my people tomorrow. I'll make a complete full of myself. Of course, this isn't for me to decide. Sometimes I wish Grandmere would be less of a queen and more of a grandma kind of person. Yeah, like that will ever happen. Now with all the packing left to do I am also supposed to figure out a way to make Michael invite me to the dance and all of this in just ONE DAY. What happened to the days when my life was simple?
GM: Amelia I have horrible news…
When Grandmere said this I flipped out. She wasn't a woman that got carried away easily, so if she said the news were bad, oh they were BAD.
M: What's the matter? Is mom OK? What about Dad? Oh no, please tell me it's not the baby!
GM: Call down child! I only wanted to tell you that our trip has gotten pushed forward. We will be leaving for Genovia tomorrow.
M: Oh… Grandma, you almost gave me a heart attack right there… WAIT! TOMORROW????
GM: Please don't call me by that vulgar name Amelia, I've told you thousand times already.
M: How can we leave tomorrow? I'm not ready, there is so much stuff I don't know!
GM: Nonsense, you'll be perfectly fine.
M: No I won't. I don't even know who invented the Genovian pears!
GM: Look Amelia, do not raise your voice when you are speaking to me. The Ball is this Friday and you must attend. Although more princess lessons would be useful, we don't have the time. I will see you tomorrow at the airport. You will be driven directly after school to meet me there so you better start packing right away.
M: But, but...
GM: No buts!
M: My formal dance is next saturday, all my friends will be waiting for me!
Of course, by all my friends I meant Michael because I really think he might ask me to go with him. People don't just kiss your little sister's best friend and don't do anything else about it.
GM: Oh don't worry, you'll be back Saturday morning in time to get your hair, nails, etc done.
So here I am, again in the Plaza in total shock. I can't be introduced to my people tomorrow. I'll make a complete full of myself. Of course, this isn't for me to decide. Sometimes I wish Grandmere would be less of a queen and more of a grandma kind of person. Yeah, like that will ever happen. Now with all the packing left to do I am also supposed to figure out a way to make Michael invite me to the dance and all of this in just ONE DAY. What happened to the days when my life was simple?
