Sorry this took so long. Lost the chapter on the computer. Only found it the other day and had to change a lot of it. Anyway, here it is.

Friday, 7th October, home

At last the whole thing is over. Thierry is gone. Oh god, that sounds so bad. It's just that now the funeral is over and Thierry has been buried we can start getting out lives back together though I'm not quite sure where I'm going to living. I so want to go back to New York but I don't know if that will be possible now that I'm the only heir to the throne and I have no idea what I have to do. Thierry knew it all. His funeral was so sad; it was really private, only immediate family were there. And Lilly and Michael. It was nice to have them there because I would have broken down if I hadn't had their support. The sooner I can get back to New York, the sooner I can start gathering back the pieces in my life. That is going to be hard because there will be no point in going to school anymore. School will just be a dead end; I won't be deciding what I want to do. I won't be able to choose what I want to do in college or with my life, I will probably do Business or something equally boring in some college that I will only get into because of who I am. I did not want to live my life like that. I wanted to do things. Exciting things.

Saturday, 8th October, plane

Mum decided that we should get back to New York as soon as possible and that we should not let this disturb our lives even more than it already has. I don't know how she's coping. She's seems this miracle woman who keeps everything together. She always has. When her and dad split up she was so calm and just planned everything for going to New York. I suppose they're right. Everyone has a their own way of coping with things. I'm more the type to tell everything to my friends and keep it away from everyone else. What's the point in advertising your problems?

Michael and Lilly are on the plane back with us, but everyone is very quiet because I don't think anyone really knows what to say. We've all said how sad it is and everyone has told me how sorry they are but no matter how many times I'm told that Thierry is not going to come back.

Sunday, 9th October, home, NY

Although Thierry never lived here the place seems so empty without him. But I think its part of me that's missing. My freedom. The uncertainty of what I was going to do with my life. But now my life has, not a meaning but a surety. I've decided to go back to school tomorrow. There's no point in me sitting around at home wandering around the place with nothing to do. I might as well go to school and sit around doing nothing there! At least my friends will be at school.

Monday, 10th October, G & T

As soon as I got into school it seemed everyone was trying to avoid making eye contact with me but I could feel everyone staring at me once my back was turned on them. I tried to walk straight down the hall with my head held high but didn't last long when I ran into the bathroom crying. Why do I always have to make such a show of myself? Everyone was watching every move I made to see how I was behaving after what happened and then I go running into the bathroom as if something terrible has just happened. So I sat in a cubicle until I knew everyone had gone to class but that help much seeing that when I walked into class after everyone else the classroom was swept over by a mystery silence and everyone looked down at their tables. What do they think I am? A virus or something? After a while Ms. Hill came in told us to keep the noise down and left again. So naturally everyone went over to their friends to talk to each other and probably talk about me. I am not paranoid. Anyway Michael came over to me and asked me how I was. "Umm…I'm fine thanks, my brother has just died, it turns out that my life is now planned out for me and now everyone thinks I'm a bigger freak. So, how was your weekend?" He looked pretty shocked by my answer. I didn't mean for it to come out so sarcastically and cruel sounding. But it did. He just looked at me for a second and then smiled to himself. Now even my boyfriend thinks I'm the laughing stock of the school. I muttered to him that I was sorry and that I just felt that everyone kept treating me as if I was a new animal at the zoo. He replied telling me it was because I was the most beautiful animal they had ever seen. Aww…who needs friends when you've got a perfect boyfriend? But I'm not quite sure if he meant to call me an animal. Maybe not quite so perfect. I wonder where Lilly is. She caught a ride in the limo with us like usual but as soon as we reached school she disappeared.

Tuesday, 11th October, home

I took the day off school today because when I woke up I had a really sore throat and felt really sweaty, which was caused by a high temperature. Mum told me to stay in bed and that she had some errands to run but she'd be back as soon as possible with something to make me feel better. Michael! After she left I fell asleep in front of the tv and was awoken by the sound of someone knocking like a mad man on the front door to the apartment. I was torn between staying on the couch and answering the door. It could have been anyone and here I was looking like crap in my sweaty pyjamas and bed hair. But it was only mum because she'd forgotten her key. Wasn't she lucky that I was home? But she hadn't brought Michael home with her but she had brought ice cream and videos! The perfect cure. So for the rest of the morning we ate ice cream and watched the videos she had brought home.

Wednesday, 12th October, still home

Feel a bit better today; mum said it was probably just some 24hr thing that I caught on the plane or something. Anyway, I think the reason I got better was because I'm loved. Yesterday afternoon Michael and Lilly came over after they'd come home from school. Lilly brought me all my work but passed on a message from all my teachers which was mostly just that they know I've had a rough few days so its alright if I don't have all my work done by the time I come back. Anyway, we all just sat on the sofa and watched a bit of TV and chatted. With me in between Michael and Lilly, resting on Michael's shoulder. Of course.

Thursday, 13th October, lunch

Back to school today. Everyone has been so nice to me, unlike the other day when they kept away from me! Kind of got sickening after a while though. It takes something like this to show who your real friends are. People I don't know keep coming up to me in the hall saying how sorry they were to hear what had happened. But my real friends just asked me was I ok when I came into school and when they realised I didn't want to talk about it just left it as it was and acted normally.

Thursday, later on at home

After I got home I checked the answering machine and there was a message from dad saying himself and Grandmere were coming over to New York for the weekend, as there was something we needed to talk about, face to face. Uh oh. It has to be something bad, really think about it. If it was something good, like the fact that Genovia had been invaded by France or something and taken over and I'd never need to rule a country and act like a stuck up princess he'd tell me over the phone. Well, maybe not, he might not find it a good thing. I would. But I suppose it is a terrible thing to say. Don't tell anyone. Wait, you're only a diary.

Friday, 14th October, limo

I'm on the way to meet dad and Grandmere. Kinda nervous. Has to be something bad. But what? Uh, here we are.

Friday, home

My life is over. Seriously. How many times have I said that before and I'm still alive…anyway, I thought Grandmere was something that was always related to Genovia as that was where she always lives and everything but no. She is coming to live here. In New York. To ruin my life. I am not joking. I have to be a ruler of a country. Although I know how to be princess, apparently, according to dad there is much more to being a ruler than just knowing how to eat/drink soup and meet and greet other countries rulers. Damn. Apparently, I'm getting a good deal though. Their first thought was to ship me back to Genovia and uproot me AGAIN.

Saturday, 15th October, home

I suppose I am getting a good deal being able to stay here and everything with all my friends and mum but its Grandmere…she scares me sometimes. Those eyes and lips. And voice. Ugh…her voice is so creepy. Like gravel almost! I'm going out now anyway with Lilly, Michael and a couple of other friends, mostly couples. Were going bowling or something and then out for lunch or something.

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