The Diary of an American Princess

Long Day

Disclaimer:  What is the purpose of these things anyway? The song "Long Day" belongs to Matchbox 20, the characters belong to Meg Cabot, blah blah blah.

Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day, always ain't that right
And no Lord your hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day, always ain't that right

Wednesday, Homeroom

Can you believe my own mother made me come back to school?! Doesn't she know how much people are making fun of me? Everyone has read it! And they keep on coming up to me saying, "Michael?! You like Michael Moscovitz?! Oh my God! You have no chance with him!" Yeah, stuff like that. Except Tina, who went crazy when she saw me and shrieked, "Mia! You mentioned me in your diary! I'm famous!" Then she went skipping down the hall to her locker. Lilly told me she knew all along that I liked Michael, so she wasn't that surprised about that. But then she yelled at me for not telling her and told me I had to confront Michael about it. But why? So I can be humiliated in front of the love of my life? No, never. I'd much rather never talk to him again than humiliate myself.

Even my teachers read it! I went up to my Bio teacher and asked her if I could get another partner besides Kenny, and she said, "Of course, Mia, I completely understand."  Even she read it. I can't believe this.

I guess the only good thing so far about today is that I haven't seen Michael. Or at least not yet. I'll probably see him in G&T though. Oh no! What am I going to do!

Not to self: Get safe where I can lock my diaries, to prevent this from happening in the future.

Later on Wednesday, Lunch

Well, I see Michael. He's over there sitting at the table near the window, where he sits every day. He's talking to one of his friends from the computer club about God-knows-what. What if it's about me? What if they're talking about me?

"I see why you like him, Mia," Shameeka told me earlier. "I mean he is totally hot, and the fact that he carries his laptop around all day sort of makes him hotter. Even Lana likes him a little."

"How do you know that?" I asked her, sort of shocked. Lana always liked the guys that wore football uniforms, not guys who wore vintage "The Clash" t-shirts.

"I'm a cheerleader, remember. I overheard her talking to some of her friends yesterday at practice about how he's hot and you have no chance with him."

"Do you think I have a chance with him?" I asked, a little curious. Hey, a girl can dream, right?

"Yeah, of course! I always thought you had a little thing for each other. I think he likes you. I don't see why you're so afraid he hates you." Shameeka then continued to eat her sandwich. Don't they see? Of course he hates me! He must be disgusted by me! I mean, besides the fact that  I've loved him all this time without telling him, now he's getting lots of attention too. Not only are people making fun of me, but before lunch, I saw people making fun of him. And it's all because of me and my damned diaries. It's my entire fault. If I hadn't hid them in such an obvious spot (under my bed) Grandmere would've never found them and I would've never been in this mess.

And to top it all off, I just salad dressing on my uniform skirt.

God, my life sucks, big time.

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Still Wednesday, Bio

I would literally do anything to go back in time and change this whole fiasco (Isn't that a cool word? I learned it from Lilly!) I would do absolutely anything. Well maybe I wouldn't exactly anything, but the list of what I would do is pretty huge. This is a living nightmare, but you know that already. I mean, sure, you're just a book but ... whatever.

But at least it helped me end things with Kenny (or him end things with me. Not all that counts is that things are in fact, ended.). My new Bio partner isn't that bad actually. He's smart, so that's a good thing. His name is Jake.  He wanted to dissect the frog instead of writing the paper, though, which means I have to dissect it too. But he also promised to dissect it and I could close my eyes the whole time. The weird thing is that he actually seemed excited about it! How can you be excited about something so disgusting, horrible, and disrespectful?! Just because the poor frog is dead doesn't mean it doesn't deserve respect!

Oh well, at least he hasn't mentioned anything about Michael or my diaries. But he has read them, considering I saw a copy of it in his book-bag. I think he tried to hide it, but I saw it anyway. Why hide it? It's not like it helps to think someone hasn't read it. They'll still hear all about it anyway on what I like to call the Albert Einstein High School Gossip Express (creative, isn't it?). If you're going out with someone by homeroom, the entire school will know by lunch. That's just how it works.

Uh oh. What did I do now?

Later Wednesday, G&T

Well that was a surprise. During Bio, I got called up to the office. I was kind of confused, since I didn't really do anything to get me into trouble. I bet you can just imagine how shocked I was to see Grandmere standing in the middle of the office, holding Rommel protectively (which is even more surprising, since I don't think Albert Einstein allows pets, especially a dog that look like somewhat like a rat, but I guess they made an exception since Grandmere is royalty). She came over to me.

"Hello Amelia! I'm so sorry about your diary. It was my fault." Was she apologizing? She seemed really uncomfortable and out of place. I almost immediately figure it out: Mom had forced her to come apologize. "I'd hate to say we can't stop printing them, but I will make it up to you. Perhaps at the next ball you can bring an escort of your choice?" This didn't really seem all that great to me, since the person I wanted to be my escort would probably refuse, not that I'd even get the guts to ever ask. But I accepted, seeing as I wasn't going to get a better offer.

"Yeah, sure." I replied. She glared at me. "I mean yes," I corrected quickly.

Then she left swiftly and without a word, and I returned to class.

Michael has--thankfully—stayed in the corner working on Crackhead all during G&T. I was really afraid he would attempt to come up and try to talk to me, but he hasn't.

Oh, God. Here he comes. I shouldn't have spoke so soon.