Monday, July 3, Noon, French Class

Schedule

12:00 PM: French Class

2:00 PM: Princess Lessons

4:00 PM: Polo Match

7:00 PM: Dinner

Ugh. What is up with this schedule? Two hours of French? Two hours of Princess Lessons? And three hours of watching men with inflated egos play polo? Is this supposed to interest me? And the fact that Didier is playing along with Rene isn't helping. It only gives him a chance to show off some. I mean, he was all over me at breakfast. "Princess Amelia, would you like some bacon? Princess Amelia, would you like me to pour you some more orange juice?" I can pour my own orange juice, and I'm a vegetarian. When I told him this, he gave me a puzzled expression. "Vegetarian? What is a vegetarian?" Then Michael, who was becoming extremely annoyed, told him I don't eat meat. Didier laughed and said, "Very funny, Miguel. Of course the princess eats meat." I just have one question: Who the hell is Miguel? And doesn't Didier realize that I'm with Michael. Maybe he's just really really really dense.

I think it's sweet that Michael is annoyed by it though.

Thank God he and Lilly are coming to the Polo match though. It gives me a reason to avoid Grandmere. She has been awfully persistent lately. She came up to me today.

Grandmere: I think Didier has taken a liking to you, Amelia.

Me: Yeah, I've noticed.

Grandmere: For heaven's sake, Amelia! How many times have I told you? Never say "yeah"!

Me: Fine!

Grandmere: Correct yourself!

Me: Yes, I've noticed. Better?

Grandmere: Yes, much better.

And then she had to leave. What was the purpose of that conversation?

Later, 4:30 PM, Polo Match

Don't they ever worry that they are going to hit the poor horse with that mallet? You could seriously injure a horse with that thing! And what is so great about this game? I don't even understand what's going on half the time!

Michael went to get me some food. Aw, he's getting me food. Lilly is watching the game very intently. I had no idea why until I realized that the guy from the ball is playing. What has gotten into her? She has Boris!

Ugh, I guess it's none of my business. Or is it? She IS my best friend, isn't she? That would sort of make it my business, wouldn't it?

Poor Boris.

Here comes Michael! And he brought me food!

Later, 5:15, Polo Match

Oh.

My.

God.

What the hell just happened?

My life is over. O-V-E-R. With a capitol O. And an exclamation point.

A/N: hehehehehehe...CLIFFHANGER! Don't worry, I'll update soon! I promise!