Yeah I know this is really short. But there is more to come. My first fic
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Monday, March 7 The Loft
Yeah, I know it's a Monday and I'm in the loft but my throats hurts like. Ouch shouldn't write that word. As if that's not enough Grandmere insists on having my princess lessons here! IN THE LOFT! Even though she hates our house. What kind of grandmother do I have? Most grandmothers would call you and tell you to get well or even come over with some homemade cookies, but not mine.
Mias' list of why my grandmother is NOT like other people:
She is the dowager princess of a small European country called Genovia She lied to me for more than 14 years She has makeup tattooed on her eyelids and eyeliner! And that is so much scarier than it sounds She makes me take princess lessons every single day except for weekends She made me dye my hair Lana-blonde She once told me that I looked like a "poullet" which doesn't only mean chicken in French, it means hooker. MY GRANDMERE TOLD ME I LOOKED LIKE A HOOKER!
A normal grandmother wouldn't do ONE of these things
Things to do: Make mom buy more aspirin Call Lilly to ask about homework Ask Mr. G a.k.a Frank to help me with algebra Stop biting my nails, I don't want to wear fake ones Call Michael, yea Michael my boyfriend!
Monday March 7 Still the Loft
Did you think I was mad at Grandmere before? Well, that's nothing compared to what I am now. Since they told me I was a princess things have only gotten worse, then Michael finally admitted his undying love to me and I couldn't believe my luck. If my life was a movie (which by the way it is, but it's not vary accurate) it would probably have ended with me and Michael kissing but since this isn't a movie it'll never end that way. What Grandmere was here fore was to tell me that I have to spend Spring Break in Genovia. Yes, my first holiday with a boyfriend.
Monday, March 7 The Loft
Yeah, I know it's a Monday and I'm in the loft but my throats hurts like. Ouch shouldn't write that word. As if that's not enough Grandmere insists on having my princess lessons here! IN THE LOFT! Even though she hates our house. What kind of grandmother do I have? Most grandmothers would call you and tell you to get well or even come over with some homemade cookies, but not mine.
Mias' list of why my grandmother is NOT like other people:
She is the dowager princess of a small European country called Genovia She lied to me for more than 14 years She has makeup tattooed on her eyelids and eyeliner! And that is so much scarier than it sounds She makes me take princess lessons every single day except for weekends She made me dye my hair Lana-blonde She once told me that I looked like a "poullet" which doesn't only mean chicken in French, it means hooker. MY GRANDMERE TOLD ME I LOOKED LIKE A HOOKER!
A normal grandmother wouldn't do ONE of these things
Things to do: Make mom buy more aspirin Call Lilly to ask about homework Ask Mr. G a.k.a Frank to help me with algebra Stop biting my nails, I don't want to wear fake ones Call Michael, yea Michael my boyfriend!
Monday March 7 Still the Loft
Did you think I was mad at Grandmere before? Well, that's nothing compared to what I am now. Since they told me I was a princess things have only gotten worse, then Michael finally admitted his undying love to me and I couldn't believe my luck. If my life was a movie (which by the way it is, but it's not vary accurate) it would probably have ended with me and Michael kissing but since this isn't a movie it'll never end that way. What Grandmere was here fore was to tell me that I have to spend Spring Break in Genovia. Yes, my first holiday with a boyfriend.