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Author's Note: I'm really sorry I didn't update sooner, I just was having loads of trouble with this chapter and I wanted it to be good (which it probably isn't anyway) so I took ages writing it, and I do know that is a really cruddy excuse. Harrypottergirl07 thank you for pointing out my screw mistake, I'm going to fix it as soon as possible.
Even more Monday
Limo on the way to the plaza
I'm not really sure what happened. I'm very confused, but in a happy way. I should probably write what happened.
So, Michael was in the girls' bathroom. Apparently Lilly had shoved him in there as soon as she had figured out where I was.
I got up off the floor as soon as I saw him, and tried to get out of the bathroom, but Michael stopped me.
He didn't physically stop me, but just as I was about to open the door he said, "she's right you know."
I just stopped; I didn't immediately work out that he was talking about Lilly. I just stood there with my hand on the door handle, trying to figure out who was right.
Michael started to talk again as I really wasn't about to, "I mean at least you told me how you felt, but I was just so nervous that it was some kind of dream, or something that I just froze. I know that was completely rude and stupid and I am sorry about it. So Lilly was only really right about me not you. I just hope you weren't lying on Saturday."
I was still trying to process that through my head, but since I was facing the door and not Michael I didn't know where he was, until he put his hand on my shoulder. I basically sank.
I still hadn't said anything, so it was just Michael standing there with his hand on my shoulder, and no one saying anything and I know he wanted me to say something, but I didn't want to know what to say.
I think Michael may have been feeling uncomfortable in the silence, so he continued, "I completely understand if you hate me now, but I needed to tell you that stuff, like evening the score or something. You told me how you feel, I told you how I feel, which I did mean. Oh, and just so you know Lilly's outside the door."
I said something then, "why?"
"Why is Lilly outside the door, or why am I telling you or?" Michael asked.
"Um both, and why did you react that way on Saturday too?"
"I don't actually know why Lilly is outside, she just kind of followed you here, same with me. I'm telling you because it's true and you should know and Lilly sort of pushed me in here. On Saturday I reacted that way because I didn't know how you felt, until you told me that is, and I don't actually know now because you might have changed your mind because of how much of an idiot I am."
"You're not an idiot," I said quietly.
Michael heard me and said "Thanks."
Then the bell rang, so it was the end of school, and I had to go really quickly because Grandmere wanted me there early to practice that whole dinner thing. I still don't know how she is planning on practicing dinner with cabinet ministers if there aren't any around.
Still Monday
The Loft
It's 11pm, and I just got home from the plaza. I found out that she was actually bringing three of the cabinet ministers and their children, which just teaches me that I should always get stuff out of Grandmere before I make a fool of myself.
Evidently, the cabinet ministers' children (Judy, Sally, Jonathon and Nicholas,) all hate me.
They spent the entire dinner talking in french too, and since Tina is in my french class we basically just pass notes and don't pay much attention so I was having some trouble with conversation, I barely understood a word of it. Plus Mr. Perkins (one of the cabinet ministers) kept asking me questions, so that I wouldn't feel left out of the conversation I think, but I couldn't understand most of it because it was in french so I was just sitting there smiling and nodding.
Grandmere nearly killed me after it for not saying anything, or at least not much. At least she didn't call me a poulet again. Oh and Grandmere got me this really ugly dress to wear, it was all poofy, and it made me look even uglier than usual, which I didn't think was humanly possible.
I'm really tired from not understanding most of the conversation for the afternoon; I'm going to bed.
Tuesday December 11th
Homeroom
I am officially in happy mood. Lilly isn't at all. In fact Lilly is in a terrible mood. But it won't really make much sense why Lilly is in such a bad mood until I explain why I am in a happy mood.
See I went to pick up Lilly on the way to school this morning, as I do every morning from Monday to Friday not including holidays, and she apologized for her 'little outburst' yesterday. Although I didn't think it was little at all, in fact I think it was huge, very huge. It could have ruined the rest of my high school years, or at least until Michael left, but it didn't. Of course I didn't point that out to her, that it didn't ruin my high school years I mean. I just said, "It's okay Lilly, I understand," because I really didn't want her to know that since it's not all that often that Lilly apologizes, she does seem to be doing it more often though. I mean she apologized on Sunday and today, so that's a huge improvement.
I think she's actually trying to make that concerted effort thing not to tell people what to do all the time, I mean she did say she was going to try it in October. Two months isn't that long to wait in Lilly time.
Anyway, so at that point we were both happy. I was happy because Lilly had apologized and Lilly was happy because she had managed to apologize to me face to face, I think. Last time she apologized was through an email and the time before that was through a bathroom door, so this is the first time she's actually seen me when she apologized, except for when we were seven and she stepped on my foot, but that doesn't really count does it?
Then when we got to school she had Boris waiting for her at the front of the school, and he walked Lilly to her locker like he does every day, and I made mown journey to my locker and when I got there I saw Michael.
Oh, the bell's going. I'll write more during World Civics.
Authors note again: I'm going to try really hard not to make it so long before I update again. I promise.
Author's Note: I'm really sorry I didn't update sooner, I just was having loads of trouble with this chapter and I wanted it to be good (which it probably isn't anyway) so I took ages writing it, and I do know that is a really cruddy excuse. Harrypottergirl07 thank you for pointing out my screw mistake, I'm going to fix it as soon as possible.
Even more Monday
Limo on the way to the plaza
I'm not really sure what happened. I'm very confused, but in a happy way. I should probably write what happened.
So, Michael was in the girls' bathroom. Apparently Lilly had shoved him in there as soon as she had figured out where I was.
I got up off the floor as soon as I saw him, and tried to get out of the bathroom, but Michael stopped me.
He didn't physically stop me, but just as I was about to open the door he said, "she's right you know."
I just stopped; I didn't immediately work out that he was talking about Lilly. I just stood there with my hand on the door handle, trying to figure out who was right.
Michael started to talk again as I really wasn't about to, "I mean at least you told me how you felt, but I was just so nervous that it was some kind of dream, or something that I just froze. I know that was completely rude and stupid and I am sorry about it. So Lilly was only really right about me not you. I just hope you weren't lying on Saturday."
I was still trying to process that through my head, but since I was facing the door and not Michael I didn't know where he was, until he put his hand on my shoulder. I basically sank.
I still hadn't said anything, so it was just Michael standing there with his hand on my shoulder, and no one saying anything and I know he wanted me to say something, but I didn't want to know what to say.
I think Michael may have been feeling uncomfortable in the silence, so he continued, "I completely understand if you hate me now, but I needed to tell you that stuff, like evening the score or something. You told me how you feel, I told you how I feel, which I did mean. Oh, and just so you know Lilly's outside the door."
I said something then, "why?"
"Why is Lilly outside the door, or why am I telling you or?" Michael asked.
"Um both, and why did you react that way on Saturday too?"
"I don't actually know why Lilly is outside, she just kind of followed you here, same with me. I'm telling you because it's true and you should know and Lilly sort of pushed me in here. On Saturday I reacted that way because I didn't know how you felt, until you told me that is, and I don't actually know now because you might have changed your mind because of how much of an idiot I am."
"You're not an idiot," I said quietly.
Michael heard me and said "Thanks."
Then the bell rang, so it was the end of school, and I had to go really quickly because Grandmere wanted me there early to practice that whole dinner thing. I still don't know how she is planning on practicing dinner with cabinet ministers if there aren't any around.
Still Monday
The Loft
It's 11pm, and I just got home from the plaza. I found out that she was actually bringing three of the cabinet ministers and their children, which just teaches me that I should always get stuff out of Grandmere before I make a fool of myself.
Evidently, the cabinet ministers' children (Judy, Sally, Jonathon and Nicholas,) all hate me.
They spent the entire dinner talking in french too, and since Tina is in my french class we basically just pass notes and don't pay much attention so I was having some trouble with conversation, I barely understood a word of it. Plus Mr. Perkins (one of the cabinet ministers) kept asking me questions, so that I wouldn't feel left out of the conversation I think, but I couldn't understand most of it because it was in french so I was just sitting there smiling and nodding.
Grandmere nearly killed me after it for not saying anything, or at least not much. At least she didn't call me a poulet again. Oh and Grandmere got me this really ugly dress to wear, it was all poofy, and it made me look even uglier than usual, which I didn't think was humanly possible.
I'm really tired from not understanding most of the conversation for the afternoon; I'm going to bed.
Tuesday December 11th
Homeroom
I am officially in happy mood. Lilly isn't at all. In fact Lilly is in a terrible mood. But it won't really make much sense why Lilly is in such a bad mood until I explain why I am in a happy mood.
See I went to pick up Lilly on the way to school this morning, as I do every morning from Monday to Friday not including holidays, and she apologized for her 'little outburst' yesterday. Although I didn't think it was little at all, in fact I think it was huge, very huge. It could have ruined the rest of my high school years, or at least until Michael left, but it didn't. Of course I didn't point that out to her, that it didn't ruin my high school years I mean. I just said, "It's okay Lilly, I understand," because I really didn't want her to know that since it's not all that often that Lilly apologizes, she does seem to be doing it more often though. I mean she apologized on Sunday and today, so that's a huge improvement.
I think she's actually trying to make that concerted effort thing not to tell people what to do all the time, I mean she did say she was going to try it in October. Two months isn't that long to wait in Lilly time.
Anyway, so at that point we were both happy. I was happy because Lilly had apologized and Lilly was happy because she had managed to apologize to me face to face, I think. Last time she apologized was through an email and the time before that was through a bathroom door, so this is the first time she's actually seen me when she apologized, except for when we were seven and she stepped on my foot, but that doesn't really count does it?
Then when we got to school she had Boris waiting for her at the front of the school, and he walked Lilly to her locker like he does every day, and I made mown journey to my locker and when I got there I saw Michael.
Oh, the bell's going. I'll write more during World Civics.
Authors note again: I'm going to try really hard not to make it so long before I update again. I promise.