A/N; Wow, I already got two reviews!!! Thanks to Ash and CordeliaOsbourne
for being so nice, I hope you enjoy the next chapters.
Disclaimer- I'm sorry, I forgot this in the first chapter but here is my disclaimer for the whole story- All these cool characters (even Grandmere) belong to Meg Cabot, thought the trip was my idea.
Chapter 4: Freaking out
G&T
I saw Michael today, actually, he's sitting RIGHT HERE!!! How am I ever going to get through this. Lilly just looked over, I hope she didn't see this. I doubt it, she's way too moody today. Which is pretty understandable since she just told me that it was not fair that I could go on a trip like this (according to her and amazing, once in a life time trip, she must have read the information as well) and well, she couldn't so she's all pissed and jealous. and she says that Tina and I are deserting her. Like it was MY idea to go on this trip. Well, no Lilly, this was all brought to me by my oh so loving yet extremely emotionally unstable pregnant woman who happens to be my mother. I think I can indirectly blame this all on Mr G (he got her pregnant in the first place, why weren't they responsible enough to use birth control??) and the organisation of this trip (why did they let MICHAEL on this trip, couldn't they have predicted the high degree of mental torture this is?!?) well, I can kind of see why they let Michael come, seeing that he's like perfect and all. shit, Michael is coming over here, let me pretend to be busy with my Algebra.
The Loft
So Michael came up, sat down -like it was completely natural for the love of my life to just stand up and sit down next to me. oh, but Michael doesn't even know he's the love of my life, duh Mia you still haven't had the guts to open your huge, deformed mouth- anyway we started talking.
Michael (MM): Hi Mia, I saw your name on the list, you know, the trip to Ghana. I was just wondering how you felt about going.
Me(M): oh, well, I think it looks great, absolutely great.
Thank god Michael doesn't know that my nostrils flare, since they would have a larger slope than Mr G's at this moment.
MM: Cool, I was actually thinking that, well, you know. you'll be missing Algebra class and all so maybe we could do some work on that together when we're there.
M: Sure. Sounds like a good idea.
That's when the bell rang. I ran out of the clas and just sat there in French going: I hate this so much, I HATE this so much, I HATE THIS so much, I HATE THIS SO much. and I HATE THIS SOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
I mean, it's not like I can't wait to get back to doing Algebra again. but Michael had said we would work on it together. Even a girl as blonde as I am wouldn't reject such an offer. working on Algebra with the love of my life is the best thing I've ever done. Though the Algebra doesn't sink in. Not that that matters, I'm going to fail Algebra this term because I really don't want to be sent on another trip like this one.
Well, I have to start packing, we're leaving tomorrow morning. Where can I get a gun?
Disclaimer- I'm sorry, I forgot this in the first chapter but here is my disclaimer for the whole story- All these cool characters (even Grandmere) belong to Meg Cabot, thought the trip was my idea.
Chapter 4: Freaking out
G&T
I saw Michael today, actually, he's sitting RIGHT HERE!!! How am I ever going to get through this. Lilly just looked over, I hope she didn't see this. I doubt it, she's way too moody today. Which is pretty understandable since she just told me that it was not fair that I could go on a trip like this (according to her and amazing, once in a life time trip, she must have read the information as well) and well, she couldn't so she's all pissed and jealous. and she says that Tina and I are deserting her. Like it was MY idea to go on this trip. Well, no Lilly, this was all brought to me by my oh so loving yet extremely emotionally unstable pregnant woman who happens to be my mother. I think I can indirectly blame this all on Mr G (he got her pregnant in the first place, why weren't they responsible enough to use birth control??) and the organisation of this trip (why did they let MICHAEL on this trip, couldn't they have predicted the high degree of mental torture this is?!?) well, I can kind of see why they let Michael come, seeing that he's like perfect and all. shit, Michael is coming over here, let me pretend to be busy with my Algebra.
The Loft
So Michael came up, sat down -like it was completely natural for the love of my life to just stand up and sit down next to me. oh, but Michael doesn't even know he's the love of my life, duh Mia you still haven't had the guts to open your huge, deformed mouth- anyway we started talking.
Michael (MM): Hi Mia, I saw your name on the list, you know, the trip to Ghana. I was just wondering how you felt about going.
Me(M): oh, well, I think it looks great, absolutely great.
Thank god Michael doesn't know that my nostrils flare, since they would have a larger slope than Mr G's at this moment.
MM: Cool, I was actually thinking that, well, you know. you'll be missing Algebra class and all so maybe we could do some work on that together when we're there.
M: Sure. Sounds like a good idea.
That's when the bell rang. I ran out of the clas and just sat there in French going: I hate this so much, I HATE this so much, I HATE THIS so much, I HATE THIS SO much. and I HATE THIS SOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
I mean, it's not like I can't wait to get back to doing Algebra again. but Michael had said we would work on it together. Even a girl as blonde as I am wouldn't reject such an offer. working on Algebra with the love of my life is the best thing I've ever done. Though the Algebra doesn't sink in. Not that that matters, I'm going to fail Algebra this term because I really don't want to be sent on another trip like this one.
Well, I have to start packing, we're leaving tomorrow morning. Where can I get a gun?