Disclaimer: None of the Princess Diaries is mine.

A/N: Oh I am soo sorry for not updating. I Blame those Damn Music Video's that I've been watching over the past two days. If you haven't watched them then you should go to They have a whole bunch from (these are just a few of my faves) Harry Potter, Charmed, Xena: Warrior Princess, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Some of these videos are real tear-jerkers though. Though I have noticed there are no Princess Diaries ones which I think is morally wrong but whatever . . . Oh yea I came back from San Diego which is where we went instead of Las Vegas but it was still fun, and oh yea enough about me on with the story . . .

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Ch. 7 Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo, Princess of Genovia

Sometime before Homeroom, Wednesday, October 15

Holy Shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Oh man, am I in so much fucking trouble.

I just read the front page of the Post. And guess who was on it? Princess Amelia, New York's very own royal.

Mia was on the front page of the New York Post. And more importantly Mia's a fucking princess????? How long did she think she could hide this secret? I mean really?

More later. I'm still trying to take all this information in.

Homeroom, Wednesday, October 15

I'm in love with the future ruler of Genovia.

I am in so much trouble.

But, you know this does explain a lot. I mean about the whole Mia acting crazy. She must have just found out when her father came to town. People have been coming up to me all day so far about the whole princess thing. Why the hell would I know anything? People are so idiotic sometimes.

I read the New York Post closer and found out that Mia's father has three hundred million dollars of personal worth.

Wow...

Lunch, Wednesday, October 15

Everyone including Kenny Showalter who is most of the time only interested in Anime is staring at Mia and her bodyguard. That's right bodyguard. Mia has a bodyguard now. He's the same guy who was waiting for Mia that one Friday afternoon when she was wearing all that make-up and ran into me. I would so hate to get on the wrong side of that guy.

Anyway I'm thinking of going to ask Mia about the whole princess thing during our review session.

I also have sort of good news. Lauren's friend Renee told her that she thinks that Mia might have not known about the whole me asking her out yesterday. I mean, maybe she thought I was going to ask her to study Algebra or something.

So after telling Lauren to stop telling everyone she knows, about my having a crush on a 14-year-old, I said that I didn't think that was possible that she could have not known that I was indeed asking her on a date and not asking for a study partner. Mia's not that oblivious is she?

But now that I thought about it I've realized that there might be a chance after all.

Right?

English, Wednesday, October 15

Well, I asked her and I made a complete fool of myself if I do say so myself. Here's the conversation . . .

Mia: Hi Michael. I did all those problems you gave me. But I still don't see why you couldn't just look at the train schedule to find out what time a train traveling at 67 miles per hour will arrive in Fargo, North Dakota, if it leaves Salt Lake City at 7A.M.

So she was trying to ignore the fact that she was on the front page of the Post this morning wasn't she?

Me: So. Princess of Genovia, huh? Were you ever going to share that little bit of info with the group, or were we all supposed to guess?

Mia: I was kind of hoping no one would ever find out.

Me: Well, that's obvious. I don't see why, though. It's not like it's a bad thing.

It certainly isn't I mean Mia's rich. That sounded a bit money hungry didn't it?

Mia: Are you kidding me? Of course it's bad!

She obviously doesn't know about the three hundred million.

Me: Did you read the article in today's Post, Thermopolis?

Mia: No way. I'm not going to read that trash. I don't know who this Carol Fernandez thinks she is, but-

I never heard the rest because then my deranged sister interrupted.

Lilly: So you're not aware that the crown prince of Genovia-namely, your father- has a total personal worth which, including real estate property and the palace's art collection, is estimated at over three hundred million dollars?

God, I hate my sister.

Mia: Um . . .

Lilly: I wonder how much of that fortune was amassed by taking advantage of the sweat of the common laborer.

That's when I started defending Mia.

Me: Considering that the people of Genovia have traditionally never paid income or property taxes, I would say none of it. What is with you, anyway, Lil?

Lilly: Well, if you want to tolerate the excesses of the monarchy, you can be my guest, Michael. But I happen to think it's disgusting, with the world economy in the state it's in today, for anyone to have a total worth of three hundred million dollars. . . especially someone who never did a day's work for it!

Me (getting mad now): Pardon me, Lilly, but it's my understanding that Mia's father works extremely hard for his country. His father's historic pledge, after Mussolini's forces invaded in 1939, to exercise the rights of sovereignty in accordance with the political and economic interests of neighboring France in exchange for military and naval protection in the event of war might have tied the hands of a lesser politician, but Mia's father has managed to work around that agreement. His efforts have resulted in a nation that has the highest literacy rate in Europe, some of the best educational attainment rates, and the lowest infant mortality, inflation, and unemployment rates in the Western Hemisphere.

It rocks being a genius. I also noticed that as I said this Mia was staring at me with her mouth slightly open.

Lilly: (to me) Shut up. (To Mia) I see they already have you sprouting off their populist propaganda like a good little girl.

Mia: Me? Michael's the one who-

Me: Aw, Lilly, you're just jealous.

Lilly: I am not!

Me: Yes, you are. You're jealous because she got her hair cut without consulting you. You're jealous because you stopped talking to her and she went out and got herself a new friend. And you're jealous because all this time Mia's had this had this secret she didn't tell you.

Lilly: Michael, SHUT UP!

Boris: Lilly? Did you say something?

Lilly: I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU BORIS!

Boris: Sorry.

Lilly (getting pissed): Gosh, Michael, you sure are quick to come to Mia's defense all of a sudden. I wonder if maybe it ever occurred to you that you're argument, while obscenely based on logic, might have less intellectual than libidinous roots.

I could feel myself turning red as I shot back.

Me: Well, what about your persecution of the Hos? Is that rooted in intellectual reasoning? Or is it just an example of vanity run amok?

Lilly: That's a circular argument.

Michael: No it isn't. It's empirical.

Me (trying to change the subject before Mia figures out what libidinous means, or at least before she noticice her bodyguard laughing from behind his copy of Being the Perfect Bodyguard: For Dummies): So does this guy have to follow you everywhere from now on?

Mia: Yes.

Me: Really? Everywhere?

Mia: Everywhere except the ladies' room. Then he has to wait out side.

Michael: What if you were to go on a date? Like to the Cultural Diversity Dance this weekend?

Further proof that I'm a moron.

Mia: That hasn't exactly been an issue, considering that no one's asked me.

Boris: (whil leaning out of the supply closet) Excuse me. I accidently knocked over a bottle of rubber cement with my bow, and it's getting kind of hard to breath. Can I come out Now?

Everyone in G&T: NO!!!

Mrs. Hill (from the teacher's lounge) What's all that noise in here? We can hardly hear our-selves think in the teachers' lounge. Boris, why are you in the supply closet? Come out now. Everybody else, get back to work!

Do you think that Mia will figure out what libidinous means? Her bodyguard knows. He tried to talk to me after the bell rang but I avoided hin. I HATE MY SISTER!

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A/N: Thanks for all the reveiws. I still can't belive 70 people have reveiwed my story (sigh).