A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! Cookies for all!

And I forgot something at the beginning of everything. I do not own the Princess Diaries, Mia, etc. If I did, I would not be counting pennies to pay for my college tuition, mmmkay? Do not sue me, trust me, you won't get much but a few Orlando Bloom posters and a coffee pot.


September 7th, Homeroom

Somehow, I managed to get all of my homework done and still get a semi-decent amount of sleep. Unfortunately, I resisted the urge to write in my journal or I wouldn't have gotten anything done.

TKAM is definitely a good book.

And, as amazing as it sounds, Mr. G was able to explain enough about squares for me to get my problems done last night. I somewhat understand it! But I have the feeling that knowing my luck, today we'll start on something hard. Like rectangles.

I did some research on , and I think I understand something about my article. I think the running back is the guy who catches something called a pitch, and the wide receiver "goes long", whatever that means.

Maybe a better idea would be just to have them point out the person I'm supposed to interview and ask THEM.

But anyway, I have an interview this afternoon with some guy named Ricky Willis. He's the back. Whatever that means.

September 7th, Still Homeroom

What if I make a complete idiot of myself at this interview? What if I'm interviewing one of those big guys that just hit everyone? What if I ask him some really stupid non-football-related quote?

Why couldn't have I just gotten a simple story? Like, researching Britney and Whatshisname? I'm sure EVERYONE would rather hear about Britney Spears. I know none of MY friends want to read an article about football. I know I certainly would never read a story about football.

Obviously, there is a lack of reporters in the sports section. Either that or some wonderful individual wants to TORTURE me and watch me WRITHE on the ground in pain because I don't know the difference between a running back and a wide receiver.

September 7th, G&T

I spent the entirety of G&T looking up stuff for my article. I think I'm starting to get it all down.

Mrs. Hill thinks that that's why I'm in G&T—so I can work on the Atom. She shared this bit of wisdom right before she left (like usual) and went to the teacher's lounge across the hall.

Wide receiver--A receiver who usually lines up several yards to the side of the offensive formation.

Running back--An offensive back, such as a fullback or halfback, who has the responsibility of advancing the ball by running with it on plays from the line of scrimmage.

Oh. Well. That makes a lot of sense.

Not.

I'm so glad I have Tina. She understood my football story plight and did all of my French homework for me.

Lilly, on the other hand, is shooting Tina dirty looks. She really disapproves of cheating.

I don't see it as cheating though. I see it as a friend helping a friend.

Okay, so it's cheating. But Lilly wasn't helping me with my football story, so what other option did I have?

September 7th, in the limo on my way home

Well, I think I can say that I did semi-decent at my interview. I show up and there is a very cute built senior waiting on the bench for something. Apparently, that something was me. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: Are you Ricky Willis?

Ricky: Are you the chick from the paper?

Me: Yeah, but most people call me Mia.

Ricky: Let's get this over with.

Me: First of all, what is a back?

Ricky: Running Back.

Me: So you...do what exactly with the ball?

Ricky: I run it up the field and try to score.

Me: You score...home runs right?

Ricky: Touchdowns.

Me: Right. Touchdowns. What are your hopes for this season?

Ricky: Well, I would like to run for at least 750 yards and score over 10 times.

Me: I meant for the team.

Ricky: Well, who doesn't want their team going to the State Championship?

Me: ...

Ricky: Anything else?

Me: Yes...If you had to spend eternity on a deserted island with only one person, would you choose Xena: Warrior Princess or Buffy the Vampire Slayer?

Hey. The editor said I could make up my own questions. I figured that this was the only way that any of my friends would read my article.

Ricky: ... What?

Me: For the female readers.

Ricky: Well, I can't resist Buffy. A girl who kills vampires. What guy doesn't like that?

I thanked him for the interview, turn, and walk away. Or rather, I start to walk away before walking right into the water boy. Who was, by the way, carrying an incredibly heavy looking jug of Gatorade to put on the bench behind him. And I ended up falling over him, making him fall over and the jug's top came unscrewed and poured something that looked like orange Gatorade all over him.

By this time, every player on the field had stopped playing to watch the girl shrieking on the top of a jug that was flattening their water boy.


Okay, you know the drill. R&R! Thanks!--Wendy