Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everybody, but Mia's friends.
Okay, "Frquency Room" issue: it is Homeroom. I went to a bookstore just to check in in the imported book, that I would have bought if it wasn't so expensive.
And I'm really sorry about being absent for so long. My computer broke and I lost four chapters, then I just couldn't get the story the way I wanted. Then school stole all my hours. But I'm back!!!
Here it goes, new chapter, really different from the lost original...
Monday, September 1st, Algebra
I have to admit: it's not so weird to have class with Frank. He is actually acting normal and I hope he keeps it, because I don't want to be known as the teachers' daughter, no matter how many times they've been chosen "Teacher of the year".Anyway, half of the class has passed and Frank, I mean, Mr. Gianini, is still talking about our program, the tests. And we have a test next Tuesday! He says it will be to show what we've learned on the past year, but 15 of my grade depends on it!! I hope Frank will have time to help me study.
But it's not about a stupid test I want to write about...
I met the love of my life!!!
So, there I was, leaving Homeroom, heading my locker when I saw him. Tall, blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a kind of "I don't care" way of looking at people. And he was next to my locker.
"Hi." I said, having no idea of where my voice was coming, because I was totally lost in his eyes.
"Hey." He actually answered!
"Are you a Senior?" I asked, hoping that he was Michael Moscovitz. Wouldn't it be perfect?
"Yes."
"And your name is..."
"Josh. Josh Richter." Oh...damn Michael. Why I had to get you?
"Not the guy I'm looking for." So this life form of a Barbie doll appeared, and started talking to him.
"Are you Josh? I'm your buddy. Lana Weinberger." Lucky Lana. And she's here, at the same Algebra class I am. By the way she looked at Josh she wouldn't like to exchange buddies.
And I still have to find Michael...
Monday, September 1st, Physical Education
Why the teachers here love so much to lecture us?
I mean, after Frank and his "Algebra: This Semester" speech, we had the English teacher talking about the great books we will read and, in World Civilizations, we had a brief explanation about the class (not so brief). It sounded fun and it was.
The teacher proposed a small debate about our first theme: Monarchies. But the small debate became a huge debate. This girl who was sat next to me was really against Monarchy and she had a lot to say about it. I couldn't understand half of what she was saying, and that reminded me of Julia.
So, I started to think about calling Julia as soon as I got home to tell her about Josh. Then I remembered of Josh and started picturing how beautiful would be our wedding, we could do it at the beach and stuff like that.
When I got back to Earth, they were still arguing. Not even Julia can be so persistant.
"Wow! Those are strong opinions." I had to open my mouth and make a stupid comment, it's so typical of me. The girl looked at me, her eyes were wide open and her mouth was really squeezed, like she was holding herself not to curse me. Then, she made her final statements and the teacher changed the subject really fast, what gave her a good chance to confront me.
"Do you have any problems?" Ops!
"No, really, I mean, I really appreciate a person with strong opinions and that can defend them. I'm sorry it sounded like I was complaining. Good final statement, by the way." I didn't understand it, so it must have been good.
"Oh, thanks! I'm Lilly."
"Mia. Nice to meet you."
"Are you new? I mean, I'm new because I'm a Freshman, but most of Freshmen here went to the same Junior High and..."
"No, I moved from Brooklyn to Manhattan."
"Cool..."
The bell rang and it was time to go. I liked this girl Lilly, maybe John is actually right: making friends is not so hard.
Monday, September 1st, Cafeteria
Making friends may not be so hard, but making enemies is even easier. The Barbie doll, Lana, hates me for no aparent reason.
I was heading to cafeteria and she was hanging next to my locker waiting for Josh. He came and we reached our locker almost at the same time. I said "hi" to both of them (to her, so as to be polite; to him, because we are meant to be).
"Hey." He answered and made me melt.
"Hi. So, what is your name again?" Lana asked, pretending she actually knew me.
"Mia."
"So, Mia, does your mother iron the clothes in your chest? I mean, it's the only possible use for such a flat thing." What a bitch! I felt like crying but hold myself.
"Let's go." Josh said and started walking away. Lana, like a trained dog, went after him. Why such a great guy like him have to be stuck with a girl like that?
I went to the bathroom, washed my face and finally went to the cafeteria. I still wanted to cry but the felling was being overcome by a strong desire of punching Lana (like I would ever do that!).
Anyway, after I got my meal (a salad, some weird beans and a soda), I tried to find a table to sit at and I realized all the tables were occupied. Most were full. And then there was one girl sat all by herself reading a book. Better than eating standing in the middle of the cafeteria. I went over and asked if I could sit there.
"Sure!" The girl acted kind of surprised like she didn't understand why I wanted to sit with her.
"Thanks. I'm Mia Thermopolis, by the way." Ops! I gave my last name. I hope she doesn't know my mom.
"Tina Hakim-Baba. Nice meeting you. Hey, are you related Ms. Thermopolis, the Arts teacher?" Busted...
"Yes, she is my mother."
"She is so cool! A friend of mine who graduated last year told me she is the best teacher here." I felt really proud when she said that. I mean, my mom is cool. I know that, but hearing from others is amazing.
"Thank you."
At that moment, a really big guy, dressed all in black and wearing sunglasses in a closed room came in the direction of our table. I could see he was with a gun. But, before I even had time to freak out, the guy came and talked to Tina.
"Here is your Diet Coke, Miss."
"Thanks Wahim. This is Mia. Mia, this is Wahim, my bodyguard." A bodyguard. The girl comes to school with a bodyguard. Poor girl.
"Hello. Hey, why do you come to school with a bodyguard?"
"My father is afraid someone tries to kidnap or something. He is a petroleum sheik."
"Oh..." I had nothing better to say. I mean, the guy really freaked me out.
She went back to reading and I'm here writing. Well, I lunch finished now. So I'll say goodbye to her and head to my next class: Gifted & Talented, which I'm not. Frank just thaught I could use some extra time to study so as not to be behind my class.
Monday, September 1st, French
Why do I need to learn French?
Whatever, I found him. Michael Moscovitz, I mean. The jerk, I mean.
I got to G & T and saw Lilly. So I asked if I could take the sit next to her.
"Sure, Mia. Sit."
The teacher entered the class, made sure if we were all present and simply left. With no lecture nor anything. Lilly then got back to talk to me.
"So, why did you end up here?"
"What do you mean?"
"This class. What is your gift or talent?"
"I guess I don't have any. My stepdad thinks I'll need extra time to study and my mom hopes I find a talent."
"By the way, is it true your parents are Ms. Thermopolis and Mr. Gianini?"
"Yes."
"Well, Math must be no problem to you then." Yeah, I wish! "Wow, isn't it bothering you?" She pointed to this boy playing the violin: he was playing the same few notes since the beginning of the class. Plus, his sweater was tuck into his pants. Who does that??
"Hey, you, guy with the violin, what is your name?"
"Boris Pelkowski, nice to meet you." He had a very strong accent that indicated he was not American.
"Boris Pelkowski? The young violin genious that moved to America to improve his gift . I'm honored to meet you."
So this boy who was watching it all from his desk came to where we all were and entered in the conversation.
"Oh...Lilly having a fanatism crisis."
"Shut up, dumbass. I'm Lilly Moscovitz. I was wondering if there wouldn't be a way of you not to play here." So, her last name was Moscovitz and I kept wondering if she knew the Michael guy.
"I don't know, Lilly."
"I have an idea: you see, there is a supply closet over there with a very thick door. From now on, if the majority of the class agrees, you will play there. Let's vote. Those who agree rise your arms. Okay, as you can see, majority said you gotta go to the supply closet."
"Fair enough, Michael. Is that okay with you, Boris?"
"Sure..." I could see he has fallen big time fo Lilly.
"Good solution, by the way, dumbass."
"Oh, is my little sister giving me a compliment. Don't I feel proud?"
"Shut up." Then it all came together. The guy's name was Michael and he was Lilly's brother, so he was the Michael Moscovitz I've been looking for. When we got back to our seats I asked Lilly about him.
"Hey, is he your brother?"
"Unfortunately. Michael Moscovitz, the biggest geek ever. Why?"
"He is my Senior Buddy." Lilly started laughing, really loud, like this was the funniest thing ever.
"Hey, dorkus!" She turned to Michael. "What did you said earlier about having the luck of not having to put up with a dumb freshman?"
"I said this Senior Buddies thing is just a way of jocks getting stupid freshmen girls to bed. And that until now I'm the lucky guy without one."
"Not anymore! Meet Mia, your Freshman Buddy. Mia, this is Michael."
"Hey, nice meeting you. I've been looking for you all day."
"Now you've found me. Big deal. Lilly, do me a favor and share your buddy with her, okay?" He gave me away, like that. Damn, he deserved Lana.
"My buddy is Felix. I don't even want him, how can I share him?"
"Ha, I can't believe you got one of my friends as a buddy. Plus I got rid of mine. There is a God." What a jerk. He got rid of me? Humpf...
Gotta go now, the class is over and I must head to Biology, my final class of the day. Thank God!!!
.::::So, she met him. And she is not very happy about it. Keep reading, I promise it will eventually change. Now review and make me a happy person!!!:::::.
