My road trip rocked, BTW. Best time ever.

Disclaimer: Meg owns all.


The kids who attend detention regularly have been surprisingly quite all morning. They haven't tried to make trouble for Michael, and they never put their two cents in when Lana and Josh were having their row. Maybe they know that Michael's not someone to mess with.

Or maybe I'm completely wrong, since I am about most things.

Everyone's been silent for about five minutes now. I've been watching everyone: Lilly's working on the next episode of Lilly tells It Like It Is, Michael's using the librarians computer (no doubt looking up everyone's middle names), Josh has been reading a car magazine and the other kids have had their heads bowed, deep in a whispered conversation.

They're plotting something, I know it. World domination? Or simply where they can score their next hit?

I heard Lana sigh and looked over at her. She was now sitting back in her seat, folding the piece of paper she'd been writing on. She saw me looking at her and scowled. "I'll get you for this, Amelia," she mouthed menacingly. Then, without taking her eyes off me, she threw the balled up paper in the direction of Josh.

Only because she hadn't been looking, or maybe just because her aim sucks, the paper landed on the floor behind the desk behind Josh. Right in front of me!

Lana didn't notice, she just looked over at Josh, saw that he was reading something and smiled.

Trying my hardest to not draw attention to myself (which is usually hard, what with my gigantic feet, skyscraper height, and complete lack of chest), I slumped into my seat and stuck my foot out as far as possible, reaching for the paper.

After four pained minutes, I managed to pull the note towards me. Then I simply bent down and picked it up. Success!

Not feeling even a little bit of guilt or remorse for reading someone else's private letter, I ripped it open as fast as Lilly rips open her Three Musketeer Bar when she gets cravings for them at that time of the month.

Dear Joshie,

I'm so sorry for doubting that you love me. I know now that you were only doing what you thought you needed to do in order to get ahead a little more over the weak losers here.

I was just mad because it was Mia who was the one who could help you do that. That girl has everything I want. She's a princess for crying out loud! I know my dad calls me a princess and all, but it's totally not the same.

So when you're ready to forgive me, let me know and I'll be back by your side in a heart beat, babe.

I love you.

Hugs and kisses,

Your Lana, xxx

Blah blah blah. Does she really resent me that much for being born a princess? Hello? It's not as if I want to be a princess! If I had the choice, believe me, I'd chose not to be.

I folded the note back up and shoved it inside my notebooks. I still don't feel bad about it. It's her own fault for having such sucky aim. Even I would have had better aim, and I'm about as coordinated as an octopus on a tightrope. I guess it's a good thing cheerleaders aren't the ones throwing the ball on the field.

Apparently Lana was expecting a reply letter from Josh. She's trying to get his attention again.

"Josh! Write back! Joshie!"

Josh glanced up from his magazine and frowned at her, because he, of course, has no idea what she's talking about. Write back to what?

Lana looked quickly up at Michael, and then said, "Rite-way ack-bay," as if she thought speaking in code was the same as speaking silently.

Josh now looked even more confused. Obviously he doesn't speak Pig Latin.

"Just write back!" Lana cried, tired of Josh not understanding.

"Lana, I won't tell you to be quiet again," Michael threatened.

"Write back to what?" Josh asked, ignoring Michael.

"To the letter I wrote you. You got it right?"

"What letter?"

Lana looked around the floor for the paper, then her eyes landed on me. How she knows I had anything to do with it is beyond me. It's not as if I have a flashing GUILTY sign on my head, do I? No, I think she's just out to get me whenever she can.

"Mia! What did you do???"

"All right, that's it, Lana. Enough yelling, and enough blaming Mia for everything that goes wrong with you. It's not her fault."

"Moscovitz, shut it," Josh said sternly. "Maybe it is Mia's fault. If my Lana says it is, then maybe it is."

Lana beamed from his encouragement and support, and from the way he referred to her as 'His' Lana. Just like she'd written in the letter.

"Yeah," she cried. "Where is it, Mia? My letter. You stole it, I know you did."

I stood up. "Oh yeah? Just like I stole Josh, right? Whatever you reckon, Lana. Whatever."

I went to sit back down, but she made a lunge for me, grabbing handfuls of my hair.

"Ow!" I cried, pulling her hair back with even more force. Her having long hair makes it much easier to grab.

"Stop it!" Michael cried. I only heard Josh laugh. He probably gets a kick out of things like girl-fights.

I finally managed to push Lana of me, she fell back onto the table behind her. She held a few strands of my hair in her hand, but I held a whole fistful of hers in mine.

"You're such a bitch," she spat at me. "Why don't you just do us all a favour and leave for Geneevia or whatever already? Go on, just go. No one wants you here, you're just taking up valuable space and stealing peoples boyfriends."

I resisted the urge to cry and came back with, "If I really did steal your boyfriend, Lana, then maybe you should ask yourself why it was possible for me to do it in the first place. Maybe it's a problem with you."

She made a lunge for me again but tripped over Lilly's foot, which was sticking out predominantly. She fell face first into my desk; all my books went everywhere, and Josh's letter flew out of its hiding place.

Lilly was the only one who caught sight of it and picked it up without anyone else seeing. She raised her eyebrows at me. I shrugged and looked back to Lana struggling to get up, her lip bleeding unattractively.

"Are you ok, babe?" Josh asked, reaching down to help her up.

"Don't touch me!" she cried, before running from the room, Josh close at her heels.

We all watched them leave, but it was Lilly who was the first to notice that something was missing.

"Hey," she said softly. "Where's everyone else?"

I knew those guys were up to no good!