Thanks for the nice reviews, so here's the next day...
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10 February- Algebra
Mr. Gianini was trying to explain polynomials to me, still have no idea what they are, maybe I'll ask Michael to explain later (come to think of it, I still wouldn't have any idea what they are, I'll be too fascinated staring into Michael's chocolate-coloured eyes...)
Speaking of Michael, I got to school and was still depressed because I hadn't found an answer to my predicament and when I got to my locker to get Lilly's Green-Peace petitions (which she had jammed into there when she was late), I found a note slipped into the vents, as soon as I find it (It's somewhere at the bottom of my bag) I'll paste it in here. Anyway, it was from Michael and it went something like this:
Mia, sorry I couldn't come to school with you this morning but I had a problem with CRACKHEAD this morning and I only got to school after the second bell. So, did you get permission to come on Friday? C U after school...
Love Michael
P.S Don't worry about debating today; I'm sure it'll go great!
See what a perfect guy he is? To tell the truth, I am still majorly stressing about debating and the worse part is: Why couldn't it actually be an interesting topic? I mean, who cares about nuclear weapons and why countries should disarm? We can debate ourselves blue but nothings going to happen, when World War 3 starts, we'll just all blow each other up. The best debatable topic is why Buffy, the vampire slayer is the best show on TV. I can talk about that for ages. Oops, Mr. Gianini is staring at me...
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10 February- After Princess lessons
I can't believe Grandmere's nerve! Today, she was all suspicious and kept blinking at me beadily, I didn't really care, I was so happy after what had happened at the end of school. If Grandmere wasn't related to me; I'd hate her!
Well, my princess lessons were being as unsuccessful as usual, Grandmere won't understand that I won't eat meat, even if the I'm at the Prince of Monaco's dinner party, Grandmere started going into a pretty gory description of how animals were killed 'painlessly' (Whatever, Grandmere) and just to make her stop; I told her I needed to go to the bathroom.
Grandmere was opening her mouth, probably to tell me that a princess never announces her intentions to go to the toilet publicly, but I rushed out before she had a chance. When I got back, Grandmere was rummaging in my bag:
Mia: "Grandmere, what are you doing?" (In very high decibels)
Grandmere: (Shame-faced for about two seconds) "I'm looking to see what mischief you get into..." (Waves the note from Michael under my nose)
Mia: (Controlling her temper) "Grandmere, that was private: You had no right to dig in my bag."
Grandmere: "Pooh! Privacy...see what you're doing with you're privacy..." (Flaps note about again) "...running around with strange boys, probably your mother doesn't know about this."
Mia: "She does and she approves of it..."
Grandmere: (turning up her nose as if my mother's approval wasn't important) "Why wasn't I told about this?"
Mia: (very near to losing her temper) "because I am under no obligation to share very detail about my private life with you!!!"
Grandmere: "You, as the sole heir to the throne of Genovia, as unsuitable as you are, are under all obligations to consult with me on matters of your life, which are forever in the public eye!"
Then I lost my temper, grabbed the note from her hand and my bag and stormed out of the room. Grandmere called after me that she demanded to see this Michael. Hah! Like I'd ever expose my innocent boyfriend to her evil clutches...Ohhhhhhhhhhh, I can't write anymore, I'm too pissed. I'll tell you what happened with Michael later.
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This is really not the greatest chapter at all but I'm still trying to attain perfection (Whatever!) So please tell me what you think and if you have any suggestions, tell me those too.
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10 February- Algebra
Mr. Gianini was trying to explain polynomials to me, still have no idea what they are, maybe I'll ask Michael to explain later (come to think of it, I still wouldn't have any idea what they are, I'll be too fascinated staring into Michael's chocolate-coloured eyes...)
Speaking of Michael, I got to school and was still depressed because I hadn't found an answer to my predicament and when I got to my locker to get Lilly's Green-Peace petitions (which she had jammed into there when she was late), I found a note slipped into the vents, as soon as I find it (It's somewhere at the bottom of my bag) I'll paste it in here. Anyway, it was from Michael and it went something like this:
Mia, sorry I couldn't come to school with you this morning but I had a problem with CRACKHEAD this morning and I only got to school after the second bell. So, did you get permission to come on Friday? C U after school...
Love Michael
P.S Don't worry about debating today; I'm sure it'll go great!
See what a perfect guy he is? To tell the truth, I am still majorly stressing about debating and the worse part is: Why couldn't it actually be an interesting topic? I mean, who cares about nuclear weapons and why countries should disarm? We can debate ourselves blue but nothings going to happen, when World War 3 starts, we'll just all blow each other up. The best debatable topic is why Buffy, the vampire slayer is the best show on TV. I can talk about that for ages. Oops, Mr. Gianini is staring at me...
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10 February- After Princess lessons
I can't believe Grandmere's nerve! Today, she was all suspicious and kept blinking at me beadily, I didn't really care, I was so happy after what had happened at the end of school. If Grandmere wasn't related to me; I'd hate her!
Well, my princess lessons were being as unsuccessful as usual, Grandmere won't understand that I won't eat meat, even if the I'm at the Prince of Monaco's dinner party, Grandmere started going into a pretty gory description of how animals were killed 'painlessly' (Whatever, Grandmere) and just to make her stop; I told her I needed to go to the bathroom.
Grandmere was opening her mouth, probably to tell me that a princess never announces her intentions to go to the toilet publicly, but I rushed out before she had a chance. When I got back, Grandmere was rummaging in my bag:
Mia: "Grandmere, what are you doing?" (In very high decibels)
Grandmere: (Shame-faced for about two seconds) "I'm looking to see what mischief you get into..." (Waves the note from Michael under my nose)
Mia: (Controlling her temper) "Grandmere, that was private: You had no right to dig in my bag."
Grandmere: "Pooh! Privacy...see what you're doing with you're privacy..." (Flaps note about again) "...running around with strange boys, probably your mother doesn't know about this."
Mia: "She does and she approves of it..."
Grandmere: (turning up her nose as if my mother's approval wasn't important) "Why wasn't I told about this?"
Mia: (very near to losing her temper) "because I am under no obligation to share very detail about my private life with you!!!"
Grandmere: "You, as the sole heir to the throne of Genovia, as unsuitable as you are, are under all obligations to consult with me on matters of your life, which are forever in the public eye!"
Then I lost my temper, grabbed the note from her hand and my bag and stormed out of the room. Grandmere called after me that she demanded to see this Michael. Hah! Like I'd ever expose my innocent boyfriend to her evil clutches...Ohhhhhhhhhhh, I can't write anymore, I'm too pissed. I'll tell you what happened with Michael later.
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This is really not the greatest chapter at all but I'm still trying to attain perfection (Whatever!) So please tell me what you think and if you have any suggestions, tell me those too.
