Disclaimer--I don't own any of the characters, sadly. If I did, I would live in a big mansion with five types of dinner fork! Yay for dinner forks!
Thank you reviewers!You all rock my socks off and down the drain!
Oh, and over the weekend I went to Barnes and Noble (thank the Gods for bookstores) and got a Meg Cabot book. Has anyone ever read Victoria and the Rouge? That is a very interesting book. Please tell me if you have read it. Oh, and I borrowed Teen Idol from my library and read it. That is an interesting one, too. But the Victoria and the Rouge one was better, I think. Anyway, here's my story. Thanks for listening to me blab, everyone.
26 April 2006--I realise that I haven't updated this in at least a year. So right now I'm going back and editing all of the chapters for crappy grammar, author's notes in the middle of the story, etc. I'll have the next part up soon, I hope.
Suze's POVA week later, I was arriving at the airport in New York City.
"Suze!" I heard a familiar voice yell.
"Gina! What's up?" I said.
"Not much, but I got chosen to go to some totally fancy private school for like a month!" She was beaming, as they say in England I think, as she said this.
"Whoa, which school?" I asked. There were a ton of private school in New York City. IWel duh, it is a big city.
"Albert Einstein High School or something like that. I think that the princess of Genovia or something goes there. I don't know, I start on Monday. And you're coming with me. It should be interesting."
Wow. A new high school. Well, at least they wouldn't think that I was crazy, like everyone at my old high school. And maybe Dad would come visit me, now that I was close to my old home again. "Sweet," I said with a smile. "I can't wait"
Monday came, and Gina woke me up at 7:30, EST. I was still a little jetlagged, but Gina said that she was a little nervous. Well, I would be too. And I did know what it was like to be starting a new private school. That would be the school I'm going to now, back in Caramel-by-the-Sea.
"C'mon. Hurry up in the shower, Gina" I said. It probably wouldn't give her too good a rep if she arrived late on her first day.
"All right already. I'm just…a little nervous, I guess."
"YOU? Nervous?" I was nearly speechless. I wasn't used to my friend being, well…nervous. That was why guys tended to like her so much. "You're never nervous." I almost added, 'that's why all the guys like you,' but I didn't think that it would be really a good idea, after all.
"I'm more nervous that you! You're always the one doing crazy stunts, getting brought home by the police, unafraid of what can happen. You've been in the hospital more times that the average person, Suze." She walked out of the bathroom, wearing a completely tacky uniform.
"That's what you have to wear?" I said, raising my eyebrow. "Yuck."
"Yeah, I know. But it's only for like a month," she said.
"Oh well. You ready?" I asked.
"Ready. Let's go face some bad-assed demons," she said with a smile.
We were about to leave when the phone rang. Gina picked it up, probably expecting someone from the Thomas Edison or whatever school.
"Uh-huh. Suze, it's for you," she said.
"Suze?" I heard Father Dominic's voice say. I had expected it to be my mother or Andy. Not Father Dom.
"Hey, Father Dom, what's up?" I said.
"Suze, Paul Slater's parents called me last night. Paul is missing."
Sam's POVWe got off the plane in New York City about a week later. I watched the other passengers get off, some running for their loved ones, some running because they were going to be late for a meeting or whatever. I turned back to David and his dad.
"According to this, we're staying at the Plaza Hotel," David said to me. "You'll have your own room."
Right, I guess they're not taking chances that me and David won't…do anything.
"The Plaza Hotel is also where the dowager princess of Genovia is staying, too. We'll meet her and her granddaughter, Amelia," his dad added. It was weird, being out in New York City with my boyfriend and his dad, you know? Just a little weird.
We arrived at the Plaza, and were greeted by a bunch of people, most of whom were reporters. I swear, I am going to yell at Lucy for reading those magazines. Poor celebs.
We headed in to meet our doom--sorry, the princesses of Genovia. They're probably all plastic surgery addled, made up all pretty. Yuck.
Well, I was right about one of them. The other was a couple of years younger than me, and was tall with brown hair. There were bodyguards all around. Jeez. What is with everyone thinking that someone's out to get all these famous politicians?
"Hello, I am Clarisse Renaldo, the dowager princess of Genovia. This is my granddaughter, Amelia. I am so sorry that my son, the prince, isn't here right now. He is currently in Genovia," the plastic surgery-addled one said. "While you stay here in New York, you will be going to school with Amelia, my granddaughter."
"Hello, I am the president of the United States of America, as you know. This is my son, David, and Samantha Madison, who saved my life last fall," David's dad said.
"Hey," said the tall girl to us. She turned to her grandmother. "Grandmere, I have to go to school. I'm going to be late," she said. Wow. She must really like school or something. "I go to Albert Einstein High School," she told us. "C'mon, the limo's waiting." Wait a minute, did she just say limo? Wow. A ride to school in a limo. That's on my list of things I never though I'd be doing in this life. Along with saving the president, and then dating his son.
Once we were in the limo, she started talking about the school. It didn't seem like a good place for any artists like David and me, but whatever. I don't think that any school is. Well, except for colleges.
We arrived at the school, and then got out of the limo. "Whoa," I heard David say. "This is kind of like Horizon, except the NYC version."
"Oh," I said. I didn't really know what to say. "Well, this should be interesting."
"Well, AEHS awaits," the princess said.
Jess's POV
We got off the plane in the JFK airport.
"Jess!" I heard a voice call. I turned around. It was Dr, Krantz, along with a teenage girl who, I'm sorry to say, looked like a pug. Seriously. She had a kind of squashed-in pug face.
"Hey, Dr, Krantz," I said. I wanted to know if the pug-girl was one of the other psychics, but I thought it would be rude to ask. Plus, what if she wasn't? Then I would totally blow my cover, and the press would be all over me again.
"Jess, Rob, this is Lilly Moscovitz. She is one of the psychics currently working here in New York City." Wait a minute: if this was the psychic, then who was the hottie (who was no where near as hot a Rob) that I'd had a vision of?
"Hi," she said. She was dressed in a completely tacky school uniform. It was the complete and total opposite of my jeans and worn-out tee.
"Jess, Rob, you'll be going to school with Lilly while you stay in New York. And you'll be staying at the Plaza Hotel."
Lilly laughed at that. "That's the same place where Mia's grandmother is staying. Oh, and the president." She sounded like she couldn't believe it.
"Yes, well because we're with the government, we're staying there." Ah. This is kind of weird, me being part of the government. Well, Rob kind of is, too.
"Well, look at the time. We'd better be getting off to school," Lilly said.
"Alright. See you later, Jess. And Rob," Dr. Krantz said.
And we were off to Albert Einstein High School.
Mia's POVA week later, I was in the Grand Plaza Hotel, awaiting the arrival of the president. Grandmere was giving me some last-minute tips on equitte and behavior. She was all "Now, Amelia, you should" this and "Amelia, don't forget to" that. Jeez. It's the president of my home country; you'd think I knew how to act.
They came in, the president, a boy who was probably his son, and a girl with copper hair. So this was the famous Samantha Madison, who saved the president's life. Cool, I guess.
"Hello, I am Clarisse Renaldo," I heard Grandmere say. "I am the dowager princess of Genovia. This is my granddaugher, Amelia. I am so sorry that my son, the prince, isn't here right now. He is currently in Genovia." The boy seemed to get a look of realization on his face. "While you stay here in New York, you will be going to school with Amelia, my granddaughter" she told me and David.
"Hello, I am the president of the United States of America, as you know. This is my son, David, and Samantha Madison, who saved my life last fall." Oh, of course. I still didn't really under stand why Samantha Madison had come along, though.
"Hey," I said to them. I didn't really know what else to say, so I turned to Grandmere and said, "Grandmere, I have to go to school. I'm going to be late." I didn't really want to hang around here, plus I wanted to see my friends. And Michael.
I turned back to the only other teenagers in the room and told them where I went to school, as this is a slightly important fact. I told them that the limo was waiting, so we'd better go, and Samantha got a look of surprise on her face.
On the way to school, I told them a little bit about it, to fill the awkward silence. When we arrived at the school, we all got out. David and Sam whispered something, probably about the school. I heard the word "Horizon," which I assumed was some other private school.
We were already late, so to try to get their attention, I said "well, AEHS awaits."
And we went in.
