Hello! I wrote another chapter already. See I have updated much quicker than last time! The thing is that I was totally down after the first chapter cause I didn't get that many reviews. So maybe my story is just not good enough for the majority of people visiting fanfiction.net. But now I have decided not to care so much. I have fun writing my story and there are still a few of you who seem to like it well enough and want to know what will happen next, so I keep going. I don't promise I will always update that quickly though. I still have a lot of work to do for my master thesis. (Also learning Finnish is not a piece of cake!). Anyhow I did some good work on my thesis this week, so I rewarded myself writing this PD fanfic chapter. Now I have just noticed that I wrote so much quicker on PD than on my thesis. So I feel a bit depressed again and also guilty cause I should have been writing thesis work instead of a fanfic! But oh well…
Thanks to thevoicewithin for encouraging me with my English and thesis work. I hope this time I updated quickly enough for you to remember what the story is about.
Salytheseashorecrabshell, I agree with you: Lana is some seriously evil monkey poo. And unfortunately, I've met many Lana in my high school years.
Review-happy, hope you will be satisfied with what happens at school. Also Mia has to be dumb, otherwise PD would not be so funny!
Nikki, thanks for your review too. It always makes me happy when someone reviews my story because it means at least some people have read it. :)
BTW I am very bad at finding chapters' titles, if anyone comes up with a good suggestion, I would be more than happy.
DISCLAIMER- I still do not own any of Meg Cabot's characters.
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I woke up today with a terrible nausea feeling. The good point is that if I vomit, I won't have to fake being sick (vomiting counts as being sick, doesn't it?!) meaning that I won't have to lie to mom. And since actually I'm not such a good liar… that could save me one. Plus I hardly slept last night and feel so exhausted now. I spent the whole night crying and worrying about what will happen if I'm forced to go to school today. Thankfully Fat Louie was here to comfort me. I love Fat Louie so much!!! Fat Louie is the person (ok I know he is a cat but still…) I love the most in the world. And Lana is the one I hate the most. Something I would really enjoy to watch is a wrestling fight of Lana vs. Grandmère. Grandmère would so totally win!
Speaking about Grandmère, I wish I could check for sure that she never told Lana she was her dream granddaughter! A little hard though since I can trust neither Lana nor Grandmère.
Oh I hear mom calling for me. I'll just lie still and wait until she worries and lets me stay home all day.
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Ok so it didn't work out. Mom was not fooled at all. She said if I didn't hurry up and get dressed, I could go in pyjamas; and that she, for one, knew how it felt to be sick. Mom is having her mood swings again. And I'm telling you, she is very scary when she gets angry. I just wish she had been angry with Lana instead of me. After all I'm the nice one. Lana is the evil chick! Since faking sick didn't work, I tried to explain mom what Lana did to me yesterday evening and why I definitely can NOT go to class today. I almost succeeded into making her agree when I said that I'd rather spend a whole week alone with Grandmère than one more day at school with Lana. I could see the pity was really working in my favour. Unfortunately mom felt an urge to vomit just at that moment and when she came back from the bathroom she was in no mood to let me stay at home. She had totally forgotten about me being a miserable little ugly duck. In fact she was very Lilly like, "Mia, she said, you are not going to stay home and be a coach potato all your life! You need to be a little more assertive, you know. (I told you: totally Lilly like!) You thought your poem was good, so why do you now believe that everybody at school will laugh at you? Has it become bad just because Lana said it was? Plus the only person who will be happy if you stayed home would be Lana, because it would mean she did succeed to hurt you! (Come on mom! I too would be happy if I could stay home! Besides Lana did hurt me!) Now off you go! Oh and by the way, I'd like to read that poem too."
Yes, great mom! Whatever! Today will be so much fun… for Lana and all her friends and possibly for all the others at school as well. Not for ME! Now, they have one more reason to make fun of me. As if things were not already bad enough! Oh well… Things were possibly already so bad that it won't make any difference! Plus mom is right, I'm a great writer and I will not mind whatever they tell me! Yep! Who am I kidding?
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WOW! I am in G&T now and, to be honest, things went better than I thought it would. I feel relieved now. Of course spending the day at school has not been a piece of cake. What with Lana and Josh and the gang of popular people! And it's not over yet so I fear the worst. But it started rather well. First of all, Lars had the brilliant idea to have the limo start just when Lana was trying to get in! Did she really think that I would let her come to school in my limo? As far as I'm concerned she can very well walk from home to school. Anyway… Lana was trying to climb in and Lars started the limo and… yes! Lana fell on the pavement! It was really awesome! Now she has a big ugly red scratch over her eyebrow and bruises are starting to show too. She tried to hide it all under her heavy make-up but it just makes her look worse. So I guess there is a god after all! Yep! Then we stopped at the Moscovitzes to take Lilly and Michael. Yes, he was there too, OMG he is so handsome! And smart too! Really, Lilly and Michael are so intelligent… they were having a little chat I didn't quite understand. Something about Michael's libidinous feelings and how his testosterone must have increased when he saw the limo coming. I mean I'm not that stupid that I wouldn't understand what is testosterone but I didn't know guys' testosterone rate could change when they saw cars. Though I know all guys are interested in cars, so that must be it: the view of cars can make testosterone increase, and then guys become all strange and all. I have to remember that, might come in a handy for biology class. Also at that point Michael blushed. I guess he must not have been very comfortable speaking about his testosterone in front of his little sister's best friend. But what does libidinous mean? I must check this one out in the dictionary this evening. Anyhow once in the car Lilly could not stop speaking about "Lana's little gift". I was quite upset about Lilly's attitude. I mean, I'm her best friend, she should be supportive. Instead she goes on and on for hours and hours about what Lana did and still claims that it was great. I was about to speak up my mind (yes, really, I was) but first Lilly didn't give me the opportunity to speak since she never closed her own mouth and then, well, we arrived at school. Michael didn't speak to me at all during the whole time we sat in the limo. I guess he read my poem and thinks I'm getting completely mental. But he grinned at me once or twice… Maybe there is a very little possibility that he didn't read his e-mails yesterday evening. Yes I know it's Michael we are speaking about… he is always behind his computer so he cannot but have read my poem. Plus Lilly kept on speaking about it and he didn't look surprised at all. So he must have read it. Maybe he was actually trying not to laugh and my wishful thinking transformed it all into imaginary grins. God, I'm so pathetic.
So Lilly and I headed for our first class (English). Many people were looking at me. Some made really bad jokes about my poem but some other congratulated me. That's why I didn't run to the toilets to cry. Yep, some people liked my poem and it felt great. And the best part is that Mrs Spears received it too and loved it. She said I have a real gift and she asked me if I would be interested to take part into the New York teenage poetry contest. I can't believe it! Even Mrs Spears thinks I'm gifted! Plus I will take part in a poetry contest. I so wish I could win it. Maybe Michael would then realise that I'm the love of his life. A part of me (a very optimistic part of me) wants to believe he likes me but has not realised it yet. I mean Judith might know how to clone flies but I can write poems (and they are not that bad either!). Things are going wonderfully well today…but wait… fat chance! Michael did read my poem and yet he didn't say a word about it.
After that my mood dropped. Lana and Josh didn't help me much. Unfortunately Josh is no longer mad at Lana. They spent the whole day around my locker (Right, Josh's locker is near-by but that's not a reason, they could go make out somewhere else) and Lana was all "Oh Josh, please, please, please kiss me like a drug, like a respirator!" I hate Lana, I hate Lana, I hate Lana!
Tina tried to comfort me by saying my poem was "really hot in a kind of sexy way" and that Michael could not but fall for me after this declaration of love. Hello… Michael doesn't even speak to me anymore! Then Tina added that one could see from my poem that I was terribly in need to be French kissed by a hot guy. Unfortunately Kenny arrived at that very moment! He must have thought that he was a hot guy (no way!) cause he tried to French kiss me in front of everybody. I gently pushed him away but it must not have been gentle enough since he looked at me all miserable before he started screaming (yes, I said screaming! That way everybody could hear it. Thanks so much Kenny!) that he couldn't understand me anymore, that he couldn't understand why I wouldn't let him French me, that the last part of my poem made absolutely no sense and that obviously I had serious issues, but that despite all that he loved me, yes he loved me, and hoped I could just explain it all to him in a clear way –no poem please! And he ran away. Tina said he went to the men's toilets to cry. God, I feel so bad. Poor Kenny! He didn't deserve a girlfriend like me! But really I don't think that explaining it all to him would help much. It would just break his heart even more. But what should I do then? Maybe I have to tell him the truth… I'm a monster, I'm almost as disgusting as Lana! But hello! Who does Kenny think he is? I am the one who's expected to run to the toilets and cry there for hours! Not him!
After that I was not very hungry but Shameeka insisted that I needed to eat something so I joined all of my friends (Shameeka, Ling Su, Lilly, Tina, Boris + Wahim and Lars, but of course not Kenny, who was still in the men's toilets). We spent most of the time speaking about my poem. They all like it. Or maybe they just said so to be nice with me (after all, I'm their friend!). Tina actually feels like she should keep in touch with her artistic side as well. After all Lilly has a TV show, Ling Su is a great painter, Boris a famous violin player and Shameeka is a great dancer. Now with me writing poems, she feels a bit excluded. So she has decided she would start writing love stories. I think it's a great idea. I so would like to read a love story about Michael and I!
After lunch, we went to the computer lab (not the one where the computer club people usually dwell. I was too afraid Kenny might be in there. And you could never know what he was up too: he could very well try to French me again or come to cry on my shoulder, maybe he would break up with me though –good point- but then he might propose as well! Uh!) Anyhow I checked my e-mails… What the hell! I received 350 e-mails since yesterday night. I guess most of them are about my poem. I wonder how many of these e-mails are mean. I'm not sure if I should delete them all or read them. Maybe some are nice. I'll have to take a decision tonight otherwise my e-box will explode. The only e-mails I've checked already were those I received from Michael. Yes, that's right, Michael sent me five e-mails yesterday evening. Five! Kenny sent me a few e-mails too but I just didn't feel like reading them! Michael's e-mails were short but they were so nice, they went like that:
e-mail #1:
Hey Thermopolis!
Pretty good writing! Why don't you publish your poems in the school newspaper?
Michael.
Michael liked my poem! Michael liked my poem! Michael liked my poem! If only he could also like me!
e-mail #2:
Yep, me again. I hope you're not too upset about what Lana wrote in that e-mail! Don't worry too much about how things will go at school tomorrow.
Lilly and I will wait for you in front of the building as usual.
Well I was terribly upset! Maybe I should have checked my e-mails yesterday night before going to sleep. I would not have worried so much about today then. Because I would have known already that Michael liked my poem! He likes my poem!!!!
e-mail #3:
BTW remember you're welcome home whenever you want!
So when are you coming over?
Wow, he invited me again. I'm on cloud nine!
e-mail #4:
You know what… I think your poem would make a great song! :)
That is the best compliment I ever received. Especially coming from Michael who is a great musician, a great singer and a great writer of song lyrics (Tall Glass of Water is still my favourite song!) And it sure would make a great song if only Michael was singing it! His voice is so… sexy.
e-mail #5:
I have to work on Crackhead tomorrow during G&T so I won't be able to help you with your Algebra. But I could come by your place on Saturday so I could tutor you then. What do you say?
I almost fainted when I read that. I mean it's practically a date! I'm so excited! Except that:
- It cannot be counted as a date, Michael does it out of pity because I'm so bad in Algebra and I'm still his little sister's best friend. So almost like a sister for him. God, I want Michael to love me, but not in a sister/brother kind of way!
- If it were a date, he would have asked me out! He would not come to my place where obviously there will be my mom, Mr. G and Lana (still can't believe I have to share my home with that whor…horrible girl!) checking out what we are doing! Meaning: no way to make out! So the fact he picked up my place for tutoring me points out that he is not at all interested in me in a romantical sort of way. Back to the sister/brother love theory!
- I have to take Princess lessons Saturday afternoon. Bloody damn Grandmère!
Why is my life so miserable? … Though, Michael likes my poem! Yes, Michael likes my poem! I'm so happy!