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Chapter 12: Running Away
July 16th- 2:05 pm.
Just got away from the psychiatrist, she wouldn't stop asking me questions. Like how I was, how I was feeling about this princess thing and etc. I mean, is it really any business of hers? I lied to her. I mean I can't even tell my mom a lot of things she asked me, and she expects me to tell her? Anyway, I am totally running away tonight. I don't care what happens, I just need to get out of here.
July 16th-5:15 pm
Michael thinks I am crazy to be running away from home when there are some people out to get me. I told him I didn't care. I told him if he didn't come with me, I would go alone, so in the end he told me he would come. At least I don't have to go alone. I get to go with someone. I asked him if we could stay at their apartment, since noone was staying there and he said it was okay. So I am packing some stuff tonight and we are heading out at about midnight to get away from here. I made Michael swear not to tell anyone where we are going or when we were getting back. I am just going to let them worry. I know its not nice to let people worry about you but at this point in time I don't really care. So I had princess Lessons after I went and saw that psychiatrist and grandmere said it did me some good to go see the psychiatrist. Yeah right, you wish. It just made me get more angry at my parents for sending me to see a stupid psychiatrist's in the first place. While, after I run away and come back I am pretty sure no one is ever going to make me go see a psychiatrist again. At least I hope not.
July 17th- 12:35 am
We are in Michael's care driving to the Moscovitz apartment. I am still surprised no one heard us leave down the stairs. I mean I think it would be quite difficult not to, but whatever. My mom is a heavy sleeper, and Mr. G probably didn't get out of bed because he didn't want to wake my mother. Oh well. All the better for me. Michael is going to park the car a ways a way from the apartment building and we will be walking part of the way because if we leave his car parked outside his building everyone will know that we are there and we can't be found. I refuse to be found. I would be so, so, wrong!!! I am so glad to be finally out of that house and away from all those people. I couldn't stand being around my mom, my dad, grandmere and Lars anymore, because I need peace and privacy. I can't have my whole life under observation becase that would be completely wrong. I have decided to stay her for a week. In a week I should be able to come home. I hope a week is enough time to sort through things in my life. I got to go. Michael is parking and we have to walk for a little bit.
July 17th- 1 am
The Moscovitz apartment at last. Safe and sound. I feel so secure in this building because it is well guarded and it doesn't have terribly nosy neighbors either. Most of their neighbors are psychoanalysts and there kids. Just like Michael, Lily and there parents. They fit perfectly into this environment. This couch is so comfortable, I could sleep here all night, but I am not going to. I am going to go to bed. In Michael's bed. In Michael's arms. I am so tired. I really need sleep. It has been another long day. I just hope I life through my life, sometimes it is a difficult thing to do. First I think I need a nice long shower, it will help me relax. I hope nobody comes home while we are here. Except for if it is Lily cause then I wouldn't mind because then she would be awake and well. I hope she is okay. Keep her safe. I better go have that shower. Good night.
July 17th-noon
Haven't even been gone for half a day and it is already all over the news. They even showed the note me and Michael left about running away for a few days. I guess when you are a princess, things are a lot more complicating then they should be. I now know how Princess Diana felt. The media killed her. I just hope that the media doesn't kill me too. I feel like I am all alone in this. Michael is sitting here with his arm around me. He says everything will be okay. I hope so, I don't know if I could bear it if anything turned out wrong. I don't want to watch news anymore. We are going to watch Star Wars. Again. Oh, and they found Michael's car, I am glad they haven't found us. What they don't know is that we are right under their noses. Murphy's law. You can't find something if it is right under your nose, until you don't need it anymore. I hope that is the case. I hope they do not find us until we want to be found.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, zip, nada. It all belongs to Meg Cabot. Please don't sue.
Chapter 12: Running Away
July 16th- 2:05 pm.
Just got away from the psychiatrist, she wouldn't stop asking me questions. Like how I was, how I was feeling about this princess thing and etc. I mean, is it really any business of hers? I lied to her. I mean I can't even tell my mom a lot of things she asked me, and she expects me to tell her? Anyway, I am totally running away tonight. I don't care what happens, I just need to get out of here.
July 16th-5:15 pm
Michael thinks I am crazy to be running away from home when there are some people out to get me. I told him I didn't care. I told him if he didn't come with me, I would go alone, so in the end he told me he would come. At least I don't have to go alone. I get to go with someone. I asked him if we could stay at their apartment, since noone was staying there and he said it was okay. So I am packing some stuff tonight and we are heading out at about midnight to get away from here. I made Michael swear not to tell anyone where we are going or when we were getting back. I am just going to let them worry. I know its not nice to let people worry about you but at this point in time I don't really care. So I had princess Lessons after I went and saw that psychiatrist and grandmere said it did me some good to go see the psychiatrist. Yeah right, you wish. It just made me get more angry at my parents for sending me to see a stupid psychiatrist's in the first place. While, after I run away and come back I am pretty sure no one is ever going to make me go see a psychiatrist again. At least I hope not.
July 17th- 12:35 am
We are in Michael's care driving to the Moscovitz apartment. I am still surprised no one heard us leave down the stairs. I mean I think it would be quite difficult not to, but whatever. My mom is a heavy sleeper, and Mr. G probably didn't get out of bed because he didn't want to wake my mother. Oh well. All the better for me. Michael is going to park the car a ways a way from the apartment building and we will be walking part of the way because if we leave his car parked outside his building everyone will know that we are there and we can't be found. I refuse to be found. I would be so, so, wrong!!! I am so glad to be finally out of that house and away from all those people. I couldn't stand being around my mom, my dad, grandmere and Lars anymore, because I need peace and privacy. I can't have my whole life under observation becase that would be completely wrong. I have decided to stay her for a week. In a week I should be able to come home. I hope a week is enough time to sort through things in my life. I got to go. Michael is parking and we have to walk for a little bit.
July 17th- 1 am
The Moscovitz apartment at last. Safe and sound. I feel so secure in this building because it is well guarded and it doesn't have terribly nosy neighbors either. Most of their neighbors are psychoanalysts and there kids. Just like Michael, Lily and there parents. They fit perfectly into this environment. This couch is so comfortable, I could sleep here all night, but I am not going to. I am going to go to bed. In Michael's bed. In Michael's arms. I am so tired. I really need sleep. It has been another long day. I just hope I life through my life, sometimes it is a difficult thing to do. First I think I need a nice long shower, it will help me relax. I hope nobody comes home while we are here. Except for if it is Lily cause then I wouldn't mind because then she would be awake and well. I hope she is okay. Keep her safe. I better go have that shower. Good night.
July 17th-noon
Haven't even been gone for half a day and it is already all over the news. They even showed the note me and Michael left about running away for a few days. I guess when you are a princess, things are a lot more complicating then they should be. I now know how Princess Diana felt. The media killed her. I just hope that the media doesn't kill me too. I feel like I am all alone in this. Michael is sitting here with his arm around me. He says everything will be okay. I hope so, I don't know if I could bear it if anything turned out wrong. I don't want to watch news anymore. We are going to watch Star Wars. Again. Oh, and they found Michael's car, I am glad they haven't found us. What they don't know is that we are right under their noses. Murphy's law. You can't find something if it is right under your nose, until you don't need it anymore. I hope that is the case. I hope they do not find us until we want to be found.
