Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters (except ones you don't recognize), Meg Cabot does. If you haven't realized by that now..... I'm scared. Also, Since there are parts from Romeo/Juliet you should know I didn't write that either. and I stole the Character name (and partial personality) of Mandella from 10 things I hate about you. Thats it.

Authors note: I actually... haven't read Princess Diaries, yet. gasp I know I know.

I love Rooney, and the movie is okay I guess. But I was looking for more info about the members of Rooney (their site isn't too helpful), and I came upon a small fan site, with very little information on Robert.... but a link to fanfiction.net... I'm always up for a good story so I started to read Princess Diaries' fan fics. And got hooked. ;; pathetic I know. Basically, what I'm saying, is all I know about Princess Stories I got from other people's awesome stories. And their stories inspired my own.

So um. I guess this is set after Rocky Horror Show. Mia is dating Kenny. And still needs, of course massive help with Algebra, and in G&T, is Michael her dream guy.............................

Yes, after that long ramble, this is my first story.

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NOVEMBER 3, 6 pm

I know I've said this hundreds of time before probably. But I mean it this time. My. Life. Is. Over.

I can't believe this happened! My English teacher Ms. Spears is making my class read Romeo and Juliet, in February, or on Valentines day to be more exact. We'll have to perform select scenes in front of the school. Okay, that doesn't sound too bad, I know. But here's the catch: I'm Juliet! What was she thinking? She knows I get sick at even the thought of speaking in front of a group. I've got a headache just trying to write about it.

She announced it today in class, calling out our names. We each had to go to the front of the class, and as she handed us our books, on the cover was post-it note with our roles. I was horrified when I saw mine. I dropped the book. I almost collapsed trying to pick it up. As I tried to pick it up, all she said to me was, "You'll do fine, Mia."

What? How does she know? I mean, I could really be traumatized for life by this.

When the books were passed out, she handed out the packet explaining everything, and which scenes we would be spending the most time on. (A.k.a. performing.) Of six, I am in four. Four!!!

Worst part is, I was too scared to confront her about it. Of all the things, oh god. Why can't I be like Lilly for once? I mean, I don't envy her; I just want to steal her bold attitude for five minutes, and give it back. That's weird I know. But anything to get me out of this!

Maybe I could pretend I'm sick. ... No, that really wouldn't work; I'd have to miss nearly two months of school.

I guess the best par of it is, we're not doing the whole play! sigh ...that really doesn't help.

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NOVEMBER 4, G&T.

I don't know whether to scream or cry, or be happy.

G&T is teaming up with my English class to put together the performance. Which means the 'understudies' (in case one of the characters ends up with pneumonia the night of the show) come from G&T, and so do a lot of the 'crew' people I guess.

Pros of this combination: Lilly, and Michael will be a part of it now too, they can help me through this. Hah! Who am I kidding? Lilly will only want to lecture me about how feminine Juliet is and how sexist Shakespeare was and blah blah blah. And Michael... well he's probably tired enough of having to hang around a stupid freshmen already.

Cons of the combinations: Michael. He's the understudy for Romeo. He'll be there every time I humiliate myself. Which is pretty much all the time. But this is... this is bad. Oh god. What am I going to do? I know he thinks I'm pathetic now, but what will happen when he sees me trying to recite my lines?

I was surprised they haven't found an understudy for Juliet yet. Ms. Spears knows well enough that I can't speak in front of an audience, so I was sure she would have someone capable ready and waiting... but there isn't anyone there to fill the role yet.

Lilly is glaring at me now, I can feel it. I don't want to look up... sometimes I wish I really were invisible.... I mean, its not like Michael ever notices me anyways.

Michael... I love him. He's so... perfect. I just can't describe well enough his characteristics, his expressions, his eyes--

LATER—

Well that was rude of Lilly. But it is Lilly, so I forgive her. She closed my diary on my hand. Our conversation was... nothing new I guess.

"Earth to Mia! You're supposed to go talk to that new girl!"

"What new girl?"

"The one by Mrs. Hall's desk."

I looked over there. A girl almost as tall as me, almost as flat as me, smiled at me weakly. She long straight, dark brown hair. She braided part of the front and pulled it behind her head. Her skin was very pale, like mine. She wore a plain red, knit shirt, the sleeves looked too long, but it looked kind of cute. Her jeans were something you would find from Abercrombie and Fitch. She was gorgeous. Everyone was looking at her. She looked a little nervous, but not too uncomfortable with the attention. Almost like she was enjoying it?

I had no choice, so I stood up, slipped my diary into my bag and approached her. I think I was more nervous than she was, and she was the new student. Pathetic, I know.

She brought up her hand to meet me. "I'm Mandella Albright, I'm a junior. I moved here from Seattle a week ago, but today is my first day at AEHS."

I shook her and smiled, she was nice enough. And she didn't look like another Lana. "I'm Mia Thermopolis, a freshman." I said, sheepishly. If she didn't know who I was, than I wasn't just about to go into detail, I received enough attention as it is.

"The Princess right?" she asked, "My dad is starting to work for... your grandmother next week, I think."

I opened my eyes widely. "Oh, I'm really sorry." I said, I don't know why I was apologizing, I mean its not my fault my grandmother's a total witch.

"Why?" she eyed me curiously.

"Grandmere can be... very, I don't know how to say this. But she's a witch."

Mandella laughed. "I see, I don't really like my grandmother either. She wants me to become a ballerina or something like that. She says, 'Mandella, I don't care what you want, you have the build for it! You were meant to be a ballerina! Maybe you'll be as famous as me one day' It drives me crazy. I doubt anyone has ever hear of her." She had raised her voice to impersonate her grandmother; it made me wonder whether the woman was really that whiny and raspy.

"Well, what you rather do?"

"Broadway, or just anything besides ballet, I suppose." She said smiling.

"Your lucky, I'm a princess and I'd rather do anything but take the stage." I was being honest and I think she could tell. She smiled at me sympathetically.

"It must be really bad for you to have the leading role, Juliet, then," she said.

"So you've already heard about that?"

"Yes, Ms. Spears heard that I was in a production of Shakespeare's Tempest, in Seattle, and requested that I be put in this class. I'm your understudy."

I sighed with relief. Finally! Some one capable to take over for me!!!

"I'd love to help you out with your lines if you want," she offered.

"Yeah, thanks! Here come meet Lilly! She's my best friend."

As we started to walk over to where Lilly sat, she grabbed my arm and stopped me, pointing at Michael. He was obliviously typing on his laptop. Just looking at him made me lose my breath, made my heart beat faster.

"Who's the really cute guy?"

"Um... th-that's Michael. Lilly's s-sister." I stuttered, surprised by her question. Though I shouldn't have been, Michael really is a pretty hot guy. Haven't I said that enough myself? Even when he does something so simple as lean over the keyboard protectively as he types, his hair falling into his eyes, he becomes as hot as I have ever seen him. No, scratch that, as hot as I have ever seen him with his shirt on.

I was nervous talking about Michael with someone. Usually I avoided it. The only person that knew was Tina.

Mandella laughed. "You mean brother."

"Yeah, sorry, brother." I was blushing profusely. Oh god, what if she caught on that I liked Michael?

Even worse, what if SHE liked Michael?

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here we go: inhales please review anyway you want. constructive criticism is always welcome.

I'm also too lazy to ever write out "Albert Einstein High School." so it will forever be AEHS in my story.