Mia's Suprise
Chapter 2: Well, on the bright side.....
Author's note: I'm sorry for mistakes I made. Example, the following. In the second paragraph of chapter one, sentence seven, I stated that Michael's eyes were blue. When in reality, they are brown. Thank-you, 'omg' for that. Also, Mia is normaly five-foot-nine, not five-foot-eleven. And lastly, Mia has size ten shoes, not size eleven. Sorry! (Also, for the grammatical and spelling mistakes!)
A/N 2: here's the chapter you've been waiting for! *aplaud rises* thank you, thank you
"Mia? Is-is that you?" I was shocked. Michael Moscovitz is in my house, and I'm a Lana Weinberger clone! OK, so I'm obviously NOT Lana, but I look like her. I mean, the blonde hair, big chest, not size 10 feet. So, I look reletively like Lana Weinberger, but I am still Mia Thermopolis. Just, different. VERY different.
Anyway, apparently, Michael forgot his jacket last night, so he came back to get it, and Lars had let him in. But back to Michael.....
I dropped my hands down to my cat-print pj's.
"Mia? Is-is that you?" he asked again.
"What's going on?" Mr. G put a hand on my shoulder. He'll be a pretty good dad, I think.
"I don't know," I sniffed, and ran to my room and locked the door. That was, like, a half an hour ago. I've been trying to wake myself up from this nightmare up until now.
Someone's online, I guess I'll talk to whoever it is. They won't be able to see me, so, I'm safe.
The Loft Still May 16, 10:45 am
Micheal was online. Here's some of our conversation:
CracKing: Mia, is there some look-alike Genovian cusin at your house?
Yeah, it's my identical cusin, Rhonda! I wish...I bet he does, too. They could fall in love, leaving me here to be a princess loser my whole life.
FtLouie: No, that was me. :(
CracKing: What happened to you?
FtLouie: Micheal, do you think I know?! Lily's probably right, there is something messed up with the Thai food.
CracKing: Well, don't let her know you think that. All she'll say is 'I told you so! You never listen to me!'
FtLouie: I know. But what am I supposed to do?
CracKing: I have no idea.
Well, maybe Michael will like me better this way.
FtLouie: Well, what do you think of this new look?
CracKing: What do you think of it?
Is he flirting? I can only hope...
FtLouie: I asked you first.
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
CracKing: I like it.
Does that mean that he usually thinks that I'm ugly?
CracKing: I liked you better the other way. ; )
Omigod! Michael Moscovitz likes my body better than this new, hot one! There's a knock on my door. More later.
The Ambulance May 16, 11:03
Could things possibly get worse? No, they couldn't. Not in a million years.
A/N::: I LOVE cliff hangers. XD
Chapter 2: Well, on the bright side.....
Author's note: I'm sorry for mistakes I made. Example, the following. In the second paragraph of chapter one, sentence seven, I stated that Michael's eyes were blue. When in reality, they are brown. Thank-you, 'omg' for that. Also, Mia is normaly five-foot-nine, not five-foot-eleven. And lastly, Mia has size ten shoes, not size eleven. Sorry! (Also, for the grammatical and spelling mistakes!)
A/N 2: here's the chapter you've been waiting for! *aplaud rises* thank you, thank you
"Mia? Is-is that you?" I was shocked. Michael Moscovitz is in my house, and I'm a Lana Weinberger clone! OK, so I'm obviously NOT Lana, but I look like her. I mean, the blonde hair, big chest, not size 10 feet. So, I look reletively like Lana Weinberger, but I am still Mia Thermopolis. Just, different. VERY different.
Anyway, apparently, Michael forgot his jacket last night, so he came back to get it, and Lars had let him in. But back to Michael.....
I dropped my hands down to my cat-print pj's.
"Mia? Is-is that you?" he asked again.
"What's going on?" Mr. G put a hand on my shoulder. He'll be a pretty good dad, I think.
"I don't know," I sniffed, and ran to my room and locked the door. That was, like, a half an hour ago. I've been trying to wake myself up from this nightmare up until now.
Someone's online, I guess I'll talk to whoever it is. They won't be able to see me, so, I'm safe.
The Loft Still May 16, 10:45 am
Micheal was online. Here's some of our conversation:
CracKing: Mia, is there some look-alike Genovian cusin at your house?
Yeah, it's my identical cusin, Rhonda! I wish...I bet he does, too. They could fall in love, leaving me here to be a princess loser my whole life.
FtLouie: No, that was me. :(
CracKing: What happened to you?
FtLouie: Micheal, do you think I know?! Lily's probably right, there is something messed up with the Thai food.
CracKing: Well, don't let her know you think that. All she'll say is 'I told you so! You never listen to me!'
FtLouie: I know. But what am I supposed to do?
CracKing: I have no idea.
Well, maybe Michael will like me better this way.
FtLouie: Well, what do you think of this new look?
CracKing: What do you think of it?
Is he flirting? I can only hope...
FtLouie: I asked you first.
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
CracKing: I like it.
Does that mean that he usually thinks that I'm ugly?
CracKing: I liked you better the other way. ; )
Omigod! Michael Moscovitz likes my body better than this new, hot one! There's a knock on my door. More later.
The Ambulance May 16, 11:03
Could things possibly get worse? No, they couldn't. Not in a million years.
A/N::: I LOVE cliff hangers. XD
