Hiya girls! Sorry I didn't update sooner but I've been having a lot of health troubles lately, not to forget university work, exams, thesis and my desperate search for a job. Sorry for those who have forgotten what's the story's all about.
So here comes a new chapter, hope you will like it. Sorry if the English is not great but I feel too tired to check it again.
Please review as well! :)
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I am home now. Locked in my room. I'm still not speaking to mom and not willing to see Lana either. God, I feel so sick. I know I have said it many times already but: I really hate my life!
Things have looked up a bit though. I mean Mr. G. is so totally mad at Lana! She's granted for the rest of her days (well, at least for the rest of her days among us. I'm quite sure her mother would rather congratulate her on her mischief than blame her, meaning once she's back home, she'll be free to roam the city again.) and from now on she'll have to see a therapist, he said, as something is definitely wrong with her. Couldn't agree less.
I can tell you Lana is not happy. She went to cry to her mom right away. And I was hoping her mom would hurry back to New York and rid us of Lana but apparently she's enjoying herself far too much in Europe to even consider it. Sigh.
Well, at least, it has been very funny to hear what Grandmère had to tell her. Yep, that's right. Grandmère came over tonight. Of course I totally ignored her. I mean I was serious when I swore never to speak to her anymore! And so I stayed in my room. I was sure Grandmère was going to make a fuss about it.
Only, I was wrong. Sure, she made a fuss. But not about me. About Lana. Yep, Grandmère stormed in Lana's room and locked the door behind her before Lana even had time to realise what was going on. Here is what I heard her snort at Lana (she was snorting loud enough for me to hear it from my room):
"You will have to learn no one can attack the Genovian Royal family without consequences. I have a lot of influence in many spheres, I could destroy your future, your career or relationships, but for now I just arranged so that you won't be allowed access to any of the good and chic clothes, accessories and shoes stores of this city. I don't think you need them anyhow as you're not yet a young lady but just a naughty child.
Also, considering your sense of elegance, you can wear Laura Ashley and get some more paint for your face from your Art class. It's a pity really, if you made more efforts, you could almost look pretty, in spite of that huge nose of yours.
And remember I'll make your life a misery until you make amends and show you've worked on your manners!"
And she's even volunteered to give Lana some lessons in the art of savoir-vivre. To which, Mr. G. has agreed. Serves her right! I only wish they'd kill each other after the first meeting already.
In spite of that, I'm still depressed because it's not everyday one loses their two best friends and their boyfriend at once. Ok, I don't know if I can say Michael was my boyfriend as we just exchanged one single and short-lived kiss before everything was over, but still...
I mean none of them has called to apologise yet or anything. I'm telling you, they don't deserve me as their friend! It's really heart-breaking… I don't know if I'll have them back when all this is over. Who am I kidding? As if I had so many friends…
At least Shameeka and Ling Su came home to speak to me and, surprise, they believe me. Yep! It's great to see that not everybody is fouled by the rumours. They agreed it looked like a set-up! And they swore to help me get rid off Lana once more.
Also dad is mad at Grandmère and allowed me not to attend Princess lessons anymore. Duh, I was nicely surprised! Grandmère too was surprised but not in a nice way. She stupidly believed I would gladly come back after she'd privately humiliated Lana. Well Grandmère, keep dreaming!
She also thought dad would have congratulated her for bringing me to hospital. But no, he was as mad as me! It's true that the picture from the hospital makes it just worse. That will teach 'em all not to trust me. Although… I'm the one being punished for their lack of trust. I'm the one being treated like a …, you know the B-word. Everybody at school is going to laugh at me…
Still what really bothers me is my friends' betrayal. Lilly always claims she is so bright but she cannot even see through Lana's pitiful games. I always used to feel stupid around her, cause you know, she uses all these complicated words nobody else but Michael understands. Well, I'm telling you I don't feel that stupid anymore!
I checked my e-mails to see if Michael would have written something to me but he didn't. I had several mocking e-mails though. Some guys even asked when I'd be free to go out with them. Not because they were interested in me, just because they thought I'm an easy girl who likes the laying part of a relationship.
I should forward those e-mails to Grandmère, maybe she'll have Rommel run after them. Duh! Wouldn't that be pathetic? Maybe they could put it in the newspapers as well, I can already see the headline: Dowager Queen kills three school boys to avenge the honour of her sl--granddaughter.
Jeez, I'm disgusted with everybody and everything. I'd better go to sleep.
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Great: a new school day in the miserable life of Mia Thermopolis! Why is it that at least twice a month everybody at school keeps looking and sniggering at me for hours? Why can't I be a regular kid?
And why won't my dad ever allow me to stay home in times of crisis. No, he always says, a true Renaldo is able to keep strong and face any situation! Well, maybe I'm not a true Renaldo! After all I lived 14 years of my life under the name of Thermopolis. But dad never wants to let me explain that to him.
So here I am, at school. Didn't pick up Lilly and Michael on the way, didn't even try to. I'm certainly not going to try and run after them if they refuse to believe me.
As usual, the press was waiting for me and interviewing other students meanwhile. I didn't even make an effort to comment or deny the rumours. I just ignored them. I don't know how I could prove I never had an abortion anyway.
However I heard Kenny tell them we never had had sex together. After what he added that I didn't even know how to French kiss and was too scare to even try that. How in their right mind could they believe I'd been having sex!
Well, thanks Kenny. I'm happy you told them so. But did you really need to mention I didn't even know how to French kiss!? Now it will be all over the news and no boy will ever want to try to French me again! Jeez!
Plus, it is not true! I know how to French kiss. I just never wanted to French kiss Kenny. The mere idea of sharing slime with him gives me the creep! But in fact, I'm a very good French kisser. I mean Michael didn't seem to complain after we Frenched. Ok, so he didn't really have time to comment on that as he was gone the minute after but still…
What if I'm a bad French kisser? I should ask Michael if he liked the kiss, only he doesn't speak to me anymore. Maybe I should train with someone? But who? I never wanted to kiss anyone but Michael! Except maybe for Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp.
Anyhow I was really relieved Kenny had denied making me pregnant… at least until I heard Josh Richter claim around that he was not surprised with any of the rumours considering I had already slept with him on the very day of our first date. This guy would really do anything for ten seconds of fame!
Unfortunately for me, people seemed to believe him and the press even asked if he thought he might be the father of my (possibly already dead) baby! Of course – why am I doomed?- Mr I-m-hot-but-my brain-is-empty just said: "Well, you never know!".
I know what I'm going to ask Santa for Christmas: Josh Richter's head on a silver platter!
Gosh! How many lovers and babies are they going to make up? I swear, I'll soon be known for giving birth to a chimpanzee when I was 4.
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Tina and Lilly have been avoiding me all day. They didn't join me for lunch but, thankfully, Shameeka and Lin Su did. Which was very courageous of them. I don't know if I would have been that courageous, had Lilly repeatedly sent me those furious glances of hers. But Shameeka and Ling Su so totally ignored her, I'm thinking of having them decorated by dad with the Genovian red badge of courage.
Michael has been a real Mr. Invisible. I'd think he'd stayed home if I hadn't found a note from him in my locker. Yep, that's right he wrote me a note. I don't know if I should feel happy or sad about it, as it was neither a we're-so-over-and-I-don't-even-want-us-to-be friends note nor a I-love-you-more-than-anything-and-don't-give-a-fuss-about-the-rumours note.
In fact it was more of the Let's-wait-and-see kind of note. Here is what he wrote to me:
Mia,
Sorry for not being more supportive but I don't know what to think of all this. I really want to believe you when you say it's a set up. You know I don't think you would lie but then again there's this picture of you…
I love you but I feel confused and need some time alone to think about it and figure out what to do.
MichaelSo things are not that bad and there is still hope for us. Only, I can't prevent myself from feeling depressed.
Lana's behaviour is sure not helping. She came to me just before G&T, called me a slut and slapped me. She was completely hysterical. Apparently she too believed what Josh said this morning. Her speech was totally incoherent but I vaguely understood that she hated me because I'd slept with her boyfriend even before she'd had a chance to do it herself…
Duh, how dense she can be! Soon she'll start believing I'm expecting his child even though she is the one who made up the whole pregnancy thing.
I was about to hit her back but Tim was quicker than me. Not that he actually hit her but he made her trip on his walking stick. And he sure did it on purpose! I saw it clearly! But Lana couldn't accuse him cause Tim is blind. And he apologised right away, claiming it was all an accident and that he hadn't seen her. Even Lana is not that cruel that she could scream at or hit a blind person for not seeing her. Also, it wouldn't be good for her reputation.
Anyway, that was really nice of Tim. I'd never thought he was such a nice person. Cause, you see, he usually tries to avoid other people.
Michael told me once Tim used to be a jock. And then he had this car accident and he lost his sight. Head trauma or something like that. Since then, he has never been spotted neither around the jocks nor with the rest of us. Nope, he is always alone and always very, very quiet.
Lilly says such kind of behavioural transformation is not uncommon since the human brain works in mysterious ways.
So I thanked Tim for his help. And he invited me to sit near-by him in G&T so as not to feel too lonely. Which I'm going to do (I mean, sit with him). That will show Michael, Lilly and Tina that I'm so totally able to make new friends.
The only problem is: Tim is always doing sculptures (apparently he doesn't need to see the result) and I'm afraid I'll be full of mud afterwards.
Well, I heard Lana say it's good for the skin…