Hey Chapter 11. I am so excited today. Commander Squall Leonhart updated his story and I am so happy. Thank you so much. So yeah, this chapter 11. Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, zip, nada. It all belongs to Meg Cabot. Please don't sue!!! I am a 16 year old girl who lives in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan and right now doesn't have 15 dollars to her name so you couldn't get anything out of me if you wanted to. *Laughs* then *Cringes in fear.*
Chapter 11: I wish it were a dream
July 15th- noon- New York City Hospital
I wish this were a dream. Sometimes I wish my whole life was a dream. Except for the Michael part, but you know what I mean. I found out just a little while ago that Lily is not getting any better. The worst part of that news is she is not getting better, but she is getting worse. I'm so sad. I have cried so much lately that I don't want to cry again, even though I am extremele worried. I am going to try to keep all of tese tears inside me from now on. I think I am making everybody around me worry, because I am crying so much lately. And to top it all off, my parents are sending me to a psychiatrist because of it. I'm like hello?? If your grandmere destroyed your boyfriends birthday party, you found out that your best friend's parents had been kidnapped, your best friend got hit by a car and is in a coma, and you just recently got kidnapped and returned with the afformentioned friend's parents, wouldn't you be upset? I mean, it's not so bad that this all happened, it is that it happened in 14 days. And now on a list of my worries, I have to add a psychiatrist to it?? I mean get real. This is so unfair. Everyone is always telling me I have to let my feelings out and don't bottle them up inside me, and when I do what they told me to do, I get sent to a psychiatrist. Go figure. I'm not telling this psychiatrist anything. I don't even tell my own mother anything, and they expect me to tell a psychiatrist? Yeah, right. They must be nuts. Anyway my first psychiatrist appointment is tomorrow afternoon. This is supposed to be a vacation. This is so unfair. My life SUCKS!!!
July 15th- about 4:00 pm
This is so wrong. And when I say wrong I mean really wrong. You want to know why? It is wrong because even though my best friend is in a coma, the kidnappers of my best friend's parents have yet to be caught, and the fact that I have to go to psychiatrist appointments, grandmere still actually expects me to take princess lessons!!! I mean give a girl a break. I have been through so much stuff these past 2 weeks that it is not even funny. I hate grandmere. I don't know what I ever did to her to make her hate me, but she does, and the way she treats me I have every right to hate her right back. I got to go. I'm in princess lessons. It is not fun, but I have no choice.
July 15th- about 10:00 pm
I know what I am going to do. It's probably not the most brilliant plan I have ever had, but I have no choice. Tomorrow night I am going to run away. It's the only way I can seem to get away from the constant stress of being a princess. I just need to get away from my troubles for a little while. I am not going alone though. I am going to get Michael to come with me. If he will. I hope he will, but I am going to go whatever he decides to do, if he likes it or not. I am going to start packing about 7:00 tomorrow night. Me and Michael probably won't go far. No one is in the Moscovitz apartment so we will probably just hang out there for a few days. I know everyone will worry, but at this point I don't care. I just want to get away from the troubles of this princess thing. I hope I am doing the right thing. I need to get peace and quiet and with grandmere around I will never get peace. I want quiet. I have made up my mind to run away. Maybe for a few weeks. I just can't stand it here anymore. More later.
July 15th- 11:15 pm
I don't know what to do. I have to run away. At least for a little while. I wonder what Michael thinks. I know he'll tell me it is all going to work out in the end and I should not run away from home. But is that true? How does he know it is going to work out in the end? What if Lily dies? What if the kidnappers never get caught? What if? This is crazy. I haven't even talked to Michael yet. And I am already arguing with him. That is so pathetic and so like me. I can't help myself. I need help. But not right now. I have too much going on right now to add a psychiatrist to my list, I mean I don't think I could stand it. That's why I am running away, temprarily. Just temporarily. I need some time alone. While not completely alone, but you know what I mean.
July 16- 1:00 pm
Okay so my psychiatrist appointment starts in about 45 minutes. And I am hating every minute of it. I hate psychiatrists. They are evil and insane. The only thing they want to do is make money off you. Seriously. They pretend to be all wonderful and caring and loving on the outside, but, inside they are greedy and selfish and don't really care about what happens to the person that they are talking through their problems. They could care less. As long as they get paid. They cost so much to go see one. I told me mom this and that they shouldn't be wasting money on me to go a psycholigist, and my mom told me that it didn't matter since my dad is a prince of a country and is has a lot of money just lying around. This sucks. Usually my mom hates taking charity from my dad and other people around her but she doesn't seem to care now. Maybe she is in a conspiracy with my grandmere to make my life a living hell. That would be something my grandmere would do. Conspire against me to make my life a living hell. I honestly don't think my mom would do something like that to me, but you never know, anything is possible.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, zip, nada. It all belongs to Meg Cabot. Please don't sue!!! I am a 16 year old girl who lives in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan and right now doesn't have 15 dollars to her name so you couldn't get anything out of me if you wanted to. *Laughs* then *Cringes in fear.*
Chapter 11: I wish it were a dream
July 15th- noon- New York City Hospital
I wish this were a dream. Sometimes I wish my whole life was a dream. Except for the Michael part, but you know what I mean. I found out just a little while ago that Lily is not getting any better. The worst part of that news is she is not getting better, but she is getting worse. I'm so sad. I have cried so much lately that I don't want to cry again, even though I am extremele worried. I am going to try to keep all of tese tears inside me from now on. I think I am making everybody around me worry, because I am crying so much lately. And to top it all off, my parents are sending me to a psychiatrist because of it. I'm like hello?? If your grandmere destroyed your boyfriends birthday party, you found out that your best friend's parents had been kidnapped, your best friend got hit by a car and is in a coma, and you just recently got kidnapped and returned with the afformentioned friend's parents, wouldn't you be upset? I mean, it's not so bad that this all happened, it is that it happened in 14 days. And now on a list of my worries, I have to add a psychiatrist to it?? I mean get real. This is so unfair. Everyone is always telling me I have to let my feelings out and don't bottle them up inside me, and when I do what they told me to do, I get sent to a psychiatrist. Go figure. I'm not telling this psychiatrist anything. I don't even tell my own mother anything, and they expect me to tell a psychiatrist? Yeah, right. They must be nuts. Anyway my first psychiatrist appointment is tomorrow afternoon. This is supposed to be a vacation. This is so unfair. My life SUCKS!!!
July 15th- about 4:00 pm
This is so wrong. And when I say wrong I mean really wrong. You want to know why? It is wrong because even though my best friend is in a coma, the kidnappers of my best friend's parents have yet to be caught, and the fact that I have to go to psychiatrist appointments, grandmere still actually expects me to take princess lessons!!! I mean give a girl a break. I have been through so much stuff these past 2 weeks that it is not even funny. I hate grandmere. I don't know what I ever did to her to make her hate me, but she does, and the way she treats me I have every right to hate her right back. I got to go. I'm in princess lessons. It is not fun, but I have no choice.
July 15th- about 10:00 pm
I know what I am going to do. It's probably not the most brilliant plan I have ever had, but I have no choice. Tomorrow night I am going to run away. It's the only way I can seem to get away from the constant stress of being a princess. I just need to get away from my troubles for a little while. I am not going alone though. I am going to get Michael to come with me. If he will. I hope he will, but I am going to go whatever he decides to do, if he likes it or not. I am going to start packing about 7:00 tomorrow night. Me and Michael probably won't go far. No one is in the Moscovitz apartment so we will probably just hang out there for a few days. I know everyone will worry, but at this point I don't care. I just want to get away from the troubles of this princess thing. I hope I am doing the right thing. I need to get peace and quiet and with grandmere around I will never get peace. I want quiet. I have made up my mind to run away. Maybe for a few weeks. I just can't stand it here anymore. More later.
July 15th- 11:15 pm
I don't know what to do. I have to run away. At least for a little while. I wonder what Michael thinks. I know he'll tell me it is all going to work out in the end and I should not run away from home. But is that true? How does he know it is going to work out in the end? What if Lily dies? What if the kidnappers never get caught? What if? This is crazy. I haven't even talked to Michael yet. And I am already arguing with him. That is so pathetic and so like me. I can't help myself. I need help. But not right now. I have too much going on right now to add a psychiatrist to my list, I mean I don't think I could stand it. That's why I am running away, temprarily. Just temporarily. I need some time alone. While not completely alone, but you know what I mean.
July 16- 1:00 pm
Okay so my psychiatrist appointment starts in about 45 minutes. And I am hating every minute of it. I hate psychiatrists. They are evil and insane. The only thing they want to do is make money off you. Seriously. They pretend to be all wonderful and caring and loving on the outside, but, inside they are greedy and selfish and don't really care about what happens to the person that they are talking through their problems. They could care less. As long as they get paid. They cost so much to go see one. I told me mom this and that they shouldn't be wasting money on me to go a psycholigist, and my mom told me that it didn't matter since my dad is a prince of a country and is has a lot of money just lying around. This sucks. Usually my mom hates taking charity from my dad and other people around her but she doesn't seem to care now. Maybe she is in a conspiracy with my grandmere to make my life a living hell. That would be something my grandmere would do. Conspire against me to make my life a living hell. I honestly don't think my mom would do something like that to me, but you never know, anything is possible.
