Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everybody, but Julia. And I wish I owned Michael (but who doesn't?).

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Oh…and, according to the books, today, May 1st, is Mia's birthday. So, Happy Birthday, Mia!!! (and on Thursday is my birthday!)

Here it is…Second Chapter!!!!  Have fun (I really hope!) and review!!!

Saturday, August 30th, the new place, a.k.a the loft

    Here I am, writing in here again. But I have to say: I HEART THIS PLACE!!

    I mean, the loft is very cute and my room is bigger than the old one. Fat Louie just loved the place too. I didn't mention Fat Louie before, right? It is my cat and I love it more than I love anything in the whole world.

    School starts on Monday, which means I've gotta check if my Queen Amidala underwear is clean, because I just have to wear them for good luck. And I'll need it, a lot…I mean, well, I'm ultra-nervous. I don't know anybody there and I'm freaking out. I IMed Julia, but it didn't help…

FtLouie: Hey, Julia! What's up?

RockGirl25: I should be asking you that…you're the one who moved out.

FtLouie: Moving out was fine. The loft is really cool. But I'm freaking out: what if I don't make a single friend at the new school??

RockGirl25: You haven't even started yet! Geez…stay cool. It's gonna be okay. Oh, I gotta go: John, Claire and I are going to the movies tonight. Bye!

RockGirl25 has logged off.

    Great, all my friends are at the movies and I'm here admiring my great Manhattan view…wow! The couple in the next building is having sex with their window open and lights on, that was more than I needed to see for today. I'm going to sleep.

Sunday, August 31st, 3 AM

    I just had one of those silly nightmares: I was at school and I realized that I was the only one dressed there (normally, when people have dreams like that, is the other way around, but, hey, mine had to be worse). I was having Algebra class and Frank was naked. I think I will never be able to sleep again or to look at him…

    I guess I should try to calm down, but it is normal to feel anxious about those stuff. Even if I was going to High School with my friends, I would be nervous. It's a change, My Zodiac sign is Taurus and we don't like changes…

    Anyway, I'll try to sleep again…

  

Sunday, August 31st, 11 AM

    Still freaking out. But the things are about to get better: Julia, Claire and John are coming here to see the new apartment and then we're going to hang out. I just hope I can relax.

Sunday, August 31st, 9 PM

    I had the best day with my friends. We didn't do anything special, I mean, we really just hung out. But I still had lots of fun and they helped me a lot by telling me a million times that things will be okay.

    "Mia, you shouldn't worry about making friends. It's the easiest thing on Earth."

    "It's for you, John. I mean, you're a handsome and popular athlete. And you're also incredibly outgoing."

    It's actually kind of unbelievable that a guy like John is in our group. He totally fits the "popular guy" type and he could easily be in that group of popular kids that just talk to us because of Julia's show. Also, he is a sophomore and he doesn't seem to care about being the only guy in the group. I'll tell you: Claire is so lucky of being his girlfriend and I can live a thousand years, but I'll never find such a perfect couple. One more amazing thing about him: Julia and he are the proof that a man and a woman can be just friends. Wow, reading this you may really think I'm in love with John. No way, we're just friends, so we are also a proof that a man and a woman can be just friends.

    Anyway, the conversation after this was pretty much about if it was easy or not to make a friend.

    "I think knowing people is easy, but making a real friend takes time."

    "I totally agree with Claire." I really do, I mean not everybody that you talk once become a friend.

    "You guys know what? This will be next week's show theme: 'Friendship: is it easy to make a friend?'. And all the songs we will play must be about friendship." It happens again: every single week, Julia gets her show's theme from a conversation we had.

    "That's cool. And Mia could talk about her experience at the new school…" Let's just hope it will be a good experience, shall we?

    And after that, we discussed the show until they all had to go home.

    Now, here I am, getting ready to sleep, or at least try, but the truth is I can't stop asking myself how I will go through four years of High School without them.

Monday, September 1st, in the subway

    I'm in my way to Albert Einstein High School and everything seems to be going well until now: I'm wearing my Queen Amidala underwear, I have clothes over it, my hair doesn't look like hell today and I'm not late for school.

    It's kind hard writing in the subway, so I will stop. Oh, it's already the school station, I really gotta run…

Monday, September 1st, Frequency Room

    Not so awful until now, but I've just been here for like half an hour.

    So, I got here and they have those big lists with our names and the numbers of our Frequency Rooms. The thing is there was nobody to show us where the freaking Frequency Rooms were. It took me almost ten minutes to get in the right place. And when I got here I had to find the desk where was the envelope with my name on. Inside the envelope there were my schedule, the places my classrooms are (thank God!!! This school is huge!), including my real Frequency Room, because today Freshmen are apart since we're being "introduced to" the school. I really should be paying attention right now…

    They're just explaining how the cafeteria works. Like someone actually care.

    Oh, no!! My first class of the day is Algebra. I mean, I knew Frank would be my teacher, but I wasn't prepared.

    Now they're talking of something interesting: "Senior buddies", meaning that poor Seniors are going to be stuck with Freshmen during the next three weeks with the purpose of showing us the school and answering to our questions. That's incredible: we're now supposed to take a paper with the Senior buddy's name written in from a jar and, on our own, find him. Sweet. Okay, now I'm supposed to get mine and after that head to Algebra class.

    Before I leave, my Senior buddy is someone named Michael Moscovitz.

I hope those school procedures I made up are not so unreal. I mean, like I said before, I'm not American, so all I know about American schools I got from books (Princess Diaries mostly), movies and TV series.

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