June 15th

Well it is done. My life in Manhattan with everything I've ever known and everyone I've ever loved is over. I'm sitting on the plane that is taking me away to Genovia for good. It took off about an hour ago but it took me that long to stop crying and compose myself enough to write in my journal. Luckily dad and Grandmerè are already in Genovia so I don't have to face them now. Grandmerè told me to practice my speech for my reintroduction into the Genovian parliament but I won't be able to concentrate until I write this all down.

Mom, Mr. G, Kelsey, Lily, Drs. Moscovitz, and Michael were all there to see me go. I was crying as soon as I started to say my good byes but by the time I got to Michael (who I saved for last) I was sobbing so hard that I could hardly talk. Mom and Lily cried when I hugged them goodbye and even though I know he was trying not to, so did Michael. Michael and I agreed no to talk about out future again after that night two months ago. We decided to just enjoy the remaining time we had with each other before I left and that we would save the important talks for another time when I came to visit him in New York. We just stood there in the terminal in each other's arms. Everyone was there staring at us but I didn't care. Michael looked down at me with those brown eyes of his, which I noticed were a little glassy.

"I'm going to miss you so much," he told me in a whispered voice that cracked. I buried my face into his shirt as sobs wracked my body.

"All I ask is that you don't forget my," I choked out into his shirt. He must have heard me because he responded, "I couldn't, even if I wanted to." With that he kissed me with all the passion he could muster. When we finally pulled away from each other I tried a little smile even though I knew it was a failed attempt to look happy. I went to wipe away the tears I had smeared on his cheek during our kiss when I realized they weren't my tears. I wiped them away anyways because it pained me to see those tear stains on his cheeks.

"I love you, Michael Moscovitz. I have loved you always and nothing can change that."

"I know," he told me with a little smile. I gave a small laugh at out personal joke. We made a joke of quoting Star Wars lines and one of my favorites is where Han Solo tells Princess Leia 'I know' after she tells him she loves him.

"I love you, Mia. And no matter how many names you have or how important you become, you will always be Mia Thermopolis to me; the girl I've loved since I set eyes on her."

July 25th

Well my life is over. I might as well throw myself off that bridge like my great-great-great grandmother. Only I wouldn't want to be saved like she was.

Why is my life over? Well its simple…I'm pregnant. I haven't gone to the royal physician but it's something I just know is true. For the last week or so I've been feeling sick in the mornings. I blew it off as stress due to the fact that Grandmerè has been getting me up at 4 o'clock every morning to practice speeches and get primped for public display. When I told her to leave me alone in a rude manner this morning because I had been feeling sickly all night and it has affected my sleep, she ignored the comment. She claimed that I was being bitchy because I was pre-menstrual. I forgot her comment until later this evening when it popped up in my head. Curious to see if she was right, I got out of bed and checked to see when my next cycle was due. I've missed my last TWO cycles. That can't be a coincidence can it? I mean I've missed cycles before. Not since I started sleeping over at Michael's but it's possible. They tell stories all the time about women who skip cycles due to severe stress. I think my life falls into the severe stress category!

Well if I did get pregnant it would have had to happen at the beginning of June, which doesn't help much. I was so upset about leaving Michael and going to Genovia that I had been staying at his apartment a couple times a week during late May and early June. Being pregnant is a definite possibility.

What is its true? What will I do? Well first of all Grandmerè would murder me for marring the Renaldo reputation further. Okay, so she wouldn't kill me, but she'd be so mad at me that I don't know exactly what she'd do. And Michael… How would I tell him that I am pregnant with his child? The thought of carrying a child that Michael and I created is actually exciting. At least if I am never allowed to see Michael again I have a part of his growing inside me.