Princess Diaries: A New Beginning

April 10th

Four years ago I found out something that changed my life. I found out that I was a Princess. Needles to say, that was a shock for someone as unprincess-like as myself. But Grandmerè helped me with that much to my displeasure. She primped and pressed me into what I am today, a well behaved, eloquent, refined lady (also a beautiful one now that my breasts grew in and my hair out grew its yield sign shape). I hate every minute of being a Princess. Especially now that I am a mere two months from graduating from Albert Einstein High School in Manhattan and being shipped off to Genovia for the rest of my life. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to leave behind everyone I've ever loved; Mom, Mr. G, Kelsey (my baby sister), Lily, and ….Michael. Michael will be the hardest to leave behind. We have been going out for about 3 and a half years and that's a long time. And in all this time Grandmerè still tries to sabotage our relationship by hooking me up with weird European Princes as balls and such. Most of them don't even speak the same language as me! Grandmerè doesn't realize that her plan will never work because I love Michael too much. My dad told me Michael and my friends could come visit my in Genovia, but Grandmerè automatically butt in by saying, "Now don't expect that you will be able to neglect your duties just because your friends are there to visit!" Which when interpreted means that she would keep me so busy that I would never be able to see Michael even if he came to Genovia. What am I going to do? I wouldn't be able to see Michael except during Christmas when Grandmerè allows me to see my mom in New York. I know that Michael and I are meant to be and I'm not just saying that because I'm a stupid teenager. I really do love him and want to spend the rest of my life with him, but the problem is that anyone who decides to marry me has to follow a multitude of rules. Such as standing when I stand, not interrupting me when I'm speaking, and become a citizen of Genovia. I couldn't force Michael into something as absurd as that. He has a bright future here in the United States as soon as he graduates from Columbia in a year.

April 18th

"Michael?"

"Yes, Mia?" he muttered into my hair. I knew he was half asleep but I really needed to talk to him.

We were lying in his bed together just enjoying being near each other. I spent the night at Michael's apartment occasionally. I'd tell my mom that I was staying over at Lily's house and since I did that frequently enough she never questioned me. I felt bad for lying to her, but I knew that if she knew the truth she would keep me from doing it and maybe even get my dad involved which would mean Grandmerè would get involved. If Grandmerè knew about me staying at Michael's house and about the other things we did there, I'd probably never see him again. She just barely puts up with Michael as it is but if she knew we were sleeping together she would loss what little tolerance she had for him. It is not like Michael and I have been sleeping together for a long time, in fact it's only been about 3 months now. Michael didn't even want to at first. He told me that it was illegal and if my dad found out he'd castrate Michael, which was probably true. Eventually I turned 18 and told him that it didn't matter what my dad thought anymore because I was a consenting adult and my dad had no authority over my sex life anymore. I know the whole thing must seem like an irresponsible thing to do for a princess and heir to the throne of a small European country, but we are always careful. Very careful!

"What is going to happen to us in two months?" I felt him wake from his half sleep and shift nervously beneath me. We had tried to avoid this subject for the past couple months. With a sign he said, "I don't know, Mia. I wish there was something I could do but I can't. I feel so helpless."

"I wouldn't want to force you into staying with me. My life is about to get really difficult. I can't ask you to go through that with me." He turned me around so that he could look me straight in the eye.

"Mia, I would go through hell if it meant that I could stay with you forever." By then I was crying onto his bare chest and holding him as tightly as I could.

"You know I would too. Mia, you owe it to the people of Genovia to marry someone who knows how to act in court. And me…well I don't even know how to tie a bowtie properly."

I sat up suddenly filled with rage.

"I don't care what I owe the people of Genovia! I don't care! Not if it means I have to marry some snobby prince just because he knows how to tie a bowtie!"

Michael sat up and pulled me into his arms as I broke down sobbing. He crushed me against his body with his strong arms. I would have given anything to stay there with him forever. But I can't. In less then two months I will be shipped off to live in Genovia while he stays in New York to fulfill his dreams.