AN: This is my first Princess Diaries fanfic. I know there are other stories out there about Mia's child(ren) but I like to think that mine is maybe a little different (I'm probably wrong). Anyway, I hope you like it and please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Princess Diaries characters or Genovia. They're all the wonderful Meg Cabot's creations. Chloe and siblings are all of my own creation so please don't steal.

Friday, January 30
My room, The Palace, Genovia

I'm assuming I'll be the only one reading this but, just in case, if you're reading this and you are not Chloe Genevieve (and about another five names here) Moscovitz Renaldo then close the book and walk away or I'll have my mother stick you in a dungeon to be eaten alive by rabid mice or something as equally as apalling.

So yes, I'm Chloe Renaldo, Princess of Genovia. My father is Prince Consort Michael Moscovitz Renaldo, musician, songwriter, and computer expert. My mother is Princess Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Moscovitz Renaldo, novelist. I'm their oldest child...although I do have a twin brother Colin. We're both 15. Derrick is 12. Keira is 7. Mikey (Prince Michael to the public) is 2. Those of us who are old enough to go to school go to a very prestigious school here in the capitol of Genovia. It's a boarding school but seeing as how we live in the palace our parents didn't see any point in us living there...so we live in the palace and are driven to school in a limo each day.

I guess I'll start this thing off with a story since it has to do with how exactly I come to be writing in this thing. I was wandering around the palace approximately a week ago when I found my mother sitting at the desk in her study all alone (something that is incredibly rare...her being alone I mean. Not her being in her study). She was bent over an old notebook, touching the pages gently with a small smile on her face. It was the kind of smile she usually has on her face when her and my father are looking at one another. It was soft, gentle, and full of love.

I must have made a noise because she turned towards the doorway and smiled at me. "Chloe," she said. "Come in. Is anything wrong?"

"No, Mom. I was just walking around. What are you reading?" I asked, unable to rein in my curiosity.

"Oh, one of my journals from when I was a teenager. I kept them religiously until I was too busy with Genovian business, my career, and my family. I had already had you, Colin, and Derrick by then. I read them sometimes to remember the old times."

I nodded at her. "So they mean a lot to you."

"Yes, they do. To read about when your father and I first started dating or to read about when I was pregnant with you and Colin...it's something I never thought about when I started writing them but I'm glad I wrote them. To be able to look back at those things is quite priceless. Perhaps you will read them when you're older."

My father appeared in the doorway behind me just then and ruffled my hair affectionately as he said, "Mia, your father is looking for you. Something about Prince William visiting."

Mom sighed, closed the journal, and stood up. She quickly kissed Dad then rushed down the hall. Dad watched her go then looked down at me and grinned. "I heard from your teacher that you and your brother have designed quite the computer program. Care to show me?"

I laughed up at him and led the way to the suite my twin and I share to show him the computer program we'd made in school. We're still working on it as of today but it's pretty damned cool if I do say so myself. Almost definitely more advanced than any of the other students have created in the past two years and definitely more clever. I could tell my father was proud.

Since I had him there and because I was still curious about the journals my mother had kept, I asked my father about them. "Dad, did you know that Mom kept journals when she was younger?"

Dad laughed at me. Not cool, Dad. Seriously not cool. However, he did say, "Yes, she started keeping them when she was 14. I contributed to them via inserted pieces of papers for important events like our wedding and your birth. She reads them every now and then. Won't let me go near them. I guess it's just too personal in a way. I know she's very happy her mother made her start writing in a journal though. She wouldn't have discovered her passion for writing otherwise."

I nodded. My mother loved only her family, friends, and country more than her writing. And sometimes country and writing competed with one another. But the whole journal thing meant that my mother may not have been able to find that love if she hadn't written in a journal. Plus the whole memory thing which is definitely important. I mean, who wouldn't want to remember their first kiss or first boyfriend or every detail of their wedding. I have a good memory and even I forget things so having everything written down for you so you can have the pictures of the events in your head perfectly clear...that must be kind of nice.

Anyway, a few days ago my mother's journals were still on my mind so I had George, my bodyguard, go out and purchase this little book and here I am, writing in it. I figure if it meant so much to my mother to write in a book like this when she was my age then maybe it will mean as much to me when I am older and maybe just maybe I'll figure out what I want to do with my life later on. Because as much as I love designing computer programs with my brother I'm not sure that's what I want to do for the rest of my life. I mean, aside from being a princess...but I've been one of those for fifteen years so I think I've got that pretty much down to a science.

Right now it's time to go eat dinner with the American delegates who are visiting this week so I suppose I shall write in here again tomorrow.