A/N:

SilverSerpent: YAY!!!!!! I'm really happy for you!!!!!! I wish I got to see Avril Lavigne….. Darn it, you made me cry! Waaaaaaah! *Read and find out!* Muh ha haha haha! Mua ha ha ha ha! *COUGH*

Biblehermione: Thank you! So did I, hee hee!

CherryLee: I'm going out on a limb here and guessing you want……..more?

Princess_miki: Well, Mia's kind of a wimp, so who knows? Maybe LotR and the Hobbit scare her!

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING BUT A FURRY DOG NAMED BROOKSY THAT ISN'T IN THIS STORY, SO YEAH. AND SK8RBOI, WHO is IN THE STORY. BROOKSY JUST WANTED A SHOUT-OUT. HEY BROOKSY! Aren't you a little dahlin!

*cmmhmmm.* sorry about that. *blushes*

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Chapter 7

September 25, 2002- Homeroom

Lilly and Michael are being weirder than usual today. When I got to school, they were like already in the lunch arbor thingy talking to each other. I mean, they were actually conversing without screaming or name calling. I was feeling kinda hurt you know, cuz I was the one being stalked here and they didn't even bother to wait for my limo to show up, so I just marched up to them-

Me: Why didn't you wait for me?

Michael: (Sitting up straight really quick and putting his hands behind his back) What?

Me: Wait for me. You know, limo? School? Why?

Lilly: Oh, relax, Mia. (Looking sheepish)

Me: You look sheepish.

Lilly: (Looking at me in disgust) What?

Me: Sheepish. You look sheepish.

Me: Where were you yesterday?

Michael: Huh?

Me: Maya said no one knew where you were.

Lilly: I don't see what concern it is of yours. (She started to tap her foot, Lilly-speak for "nervous, nervous!")

Me: It's my concern if your brother is gonna turn into King Titan.

Michael: I'm what?!

Lilly: Mia, did you hit your head? (Looking all concerned)

Me: Why do people, namely YOU, always ask me that?!?!?!
Michael: Well, if you're going to run around accusing people of turning into animated mermaids who sing with crabs and giggling fish you've got to be prepared for the consequences.

Me: MerMAN.

Michael: Whatever. You're the Disneyfreak.

Me: I am NOT a Disney freak!!!!!

Lilly: How many times have you seen Beauty and the Beast on Broadway, Mia?

Me: THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M A FREAKING DISNEY FREAK!!!!

Lilly: Yeah, it kind of does.

Me: What's Michael got behind his back?

Michael: (Blushing and widening his eyes) Wh-wh-what are yo-you tal-talk-talking about?

Me: What do you have behind your back?

Lilly: (Standing up and walking behind Michael) You're being paranoid, Mia. We're leaving until you can get a grip on yourself!

Michael: Ye-yeah!

Me: Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure. THAT'S why you're leaving.

Lilly: (Glaring)

God! What is wrong with them?!

Even me, math-failing princess of the month can tell they're seriously messed up!

Gotta go, write later!

September 25, 2002- Home

OPMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOM!!!!!!
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!

MUST. START. FROM. BEGINNING.

I was just sitting there, looking all spaced out, because, you know, I was spaced out, when Michael started talking to me.

Michael: Hey, Thermopolis!

Me: What?

Michael: Got any new threats lately? (Trying to smile, FAILING)

Me: Sorry to disappoint you, no. (Hey! I was in a bad mood. Sue me)

Michael: Geez. What's that supposed to mean?! (Looking disconcerted. Dis-con-cer-ted. Disco-ncert-ed. Cool. Back to the story)

Me: I dunno. Guess. (Again with the 'sue me')

Michael: You're mad at me?

Me: Maaaaaaaybe.

Michael: (Looking crestfallen for some reason.) Why?!
Me: I dunno!

Michael: Mia!

Me: What?

Michael: Why're you mad at me?

Me: What did you have behind your back this morning? (I was hoping to startle him into an answer)

Michael: what's that gotta do wit anything? (not answering, but blushing)

Me: Everything.

Michael: Well, then everything's nothing!

Me: What?

Michael: Ummm, let me rephrase…..

Me: Waiting.

Michael: Thinking! I didn't have anything behind my back this morning.

Me: Why're you blushing? (I was really mad and frustrated at this point)

Michael: (Blushing deeper) I gotta go, bell rang.

Me: Did not! (Bell rings) Oh.

So Michael stands up and rushes, yes rushes, out the door. As he is, as said before, rushing, a Polaroid photograph fell out of his backpack. So, yes, being me, I leaned down and picked it up.

It was me. I was getting out of my limo in front of my house, and I was halfway turned from the camera. I was wearing nice clothes, so it must have been when I was returning from Grandmere's sometime this week.

I like turned the photo over, once I'd gotten over being THOROUGHLY SHOCKED, and there was writing on it in big felt tip black pen. It said-

AMELIA MOSCOVITZ-

4:30 PM

SATURDAY

NO WORD YET

Amelia MOSCOVITZ?!?!?! NO WORD YET?!?!

I can't believe this!

Either Sk8rBoi is Michael, or I've got TWO stalkers!!!!!!!!