The Diary of an American Princess

In Hiding

I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming
Monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops
As they're falling tell a story

If you need to leave the world you live in
Lay your head down and stay awhile
Though you may not remember dreaming
Something waits for you breathe again

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me; they all belong to Meg Cabot. "Imaginary" (Origin) belongs to Evanescence.

Still Wednesday, The roof

Okay, as you can see, I sort of panicked. I ran to the roof (The bathrooms are flooded). Lars doesn't even know where I am. Can you blame me for running though? I mean, who knows what he was going to say?

Oh, I'm overreacting, aren't I? Michael isn't like that. He wouldn't hurt me like that.

Or at least he wouldn't do it on purpose. But guys don't really know what hurts women, you know? They're sort of clueless about us. And Michael may be smart, a genius even, but he's still a guy. I don't think I could have gone through with that without crying, or at least going completely red in the face. Why must my skin be so pale? Pale skin = constant blushing. I blush when there's nothing to blush about. I would have exploded.

It's raining. Fits the mood doesn't it? Rain = sadness. I'm soaked. My sweater is pulled over my head and I'm trying my best not to get this book wet. It's harder than it looks. Oh well.

There is absolutely no view up here. All I can see is all the buildings on Bleecker St. [a/n: which is actually an actual street in New York, right near Greenwich Village, where Mia lives...], which basically cast a shadow right over Albert Einstein. So, as you can see, the view is anything but nice.

The people on the sidewalk are all walking along with their umbrellas protecting them from the rain. Some without umbrellas are running, trying to get out of the rain. A lot of people are stopping by at Ho's until the rain stops. It's Mrs. Ho's lucky day.

I wonder what Michael's doing right now. Is he disappointed I ran off? Is he looking for me? Of course, I do understand that he hates me, so he probably forgot about it and continued working on Crackhead. I just hope if he is looking for me, that he doesn't check the roof. I don't want to be found.

But even if he does check it, I'm sort of out of sight, and he might venture back inside, figuring that I probably wouldn't be out here in the pouring rain. But I am, and I'm soaking wet. I already had to put my sweater on over my white shirt, since you could now see through it, revealing my un-needed bra. But even with my sweater, I'm freezing. It is warm for December, but it's still December. Going out in the pouring rain in December probably wasn't the best idea I've had. I'm shivering. Maybe I should go back inside? I can still hide, just not get pneumonia, that's all. I hate pneumonia, I had it once when I was a kid and absolutely hated it. I had to spend the night at the local hospitals. I really strongly dislike hospitals, so you can just imagine how unhappy I was. Mom tried to get them to let me come home instead. She knew that ever since I saw that movie on Lifetime about the girl who died in a hospital because one of the nurses gave her the wrong medicine, I had never wanted to set foot inside a hospital, ever.

My hair must be a mess, all soaked and wet and disgusting. It's a good thing the bell is going to ring because I don't know how I could have gone through the rest of my classes—

A/N: I know what you're thinking. ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER! I know, I know! But I'll update soon! I promise! But you must review!

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