Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

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All Princess Diaries related characters and indicia are copyright of Meg Cabot (best author ever!). Song credits listed at end of chapters.

Chapter 2

Blergh

Palais De Genovia, Genovia, 2000 miles away or something from NY... who really cares?

12.30pm

OK, so being born a princess totally sucks. T-O-T-A-L-L-Y. You can't do anything you want, people (cough, Grandmere, cough) make you dress in Chanel and Dolce and Gabbana (who I don't even like, they were mean to me at the last Black and White ball) when really, you'd rather be wearing your Ramones t-shirt, your overalls and combat boots. And no-one ever leaves you alone. Oh no, it's always, 'Princess Mia, what is your opinion on the current version of the iPod?' 'Princess Amelia, why is it that you think Monaco was to blame over the snail incident?'. Why don't they ever ask me what I think about Britney Spears on/off relationship with Kevin Federline? I know a lot about that!

Today, Grandmere wants to see me about something. She says it's really important. Which can only mean one thing, it's hideous! I don't want to go. I want to crawl back under the covers and think about---- no, I don't want to think about him. I am going to take care of numero uno from now on. I wish he had been a jerk so I could have forgotten about the whole stupid thing--- never have to think about how much I loved him with every fiber of my being. But no, I had to be the one to break it off with him, which makes it hurt more. Especially since, you know, I didn't want to break up with him, I was forced into it.

I think it could be easily said that since then Grandmere and I have a worse relationship than we did. I didn't think that was even humanly possible, but it seems it is. I try not to hear too much about him, but I really want to know he's alright. I haven't really spoken to him since the beach, and that was a year ago almost. I mean, Lilly talks about him, but she always has this wistful sound in her voice that makes her unbearably difficult to listen to.

I really hate that--- shoot. Lars is here to escort me to see my Grandmere. Too bad he can't kill his boss' mom.

My room, Palais de Genovia, 1.30pm

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK...

Just breathe, Mia, breathe. This cannot be happening, this can't be happening!

OH MY GOD! I HATE GRANDMERE!

My room, Palais de Genovia, 1.40pm

I HATE HER.

MY GRANDMOTHER IS THE EVIL INCARNATE!

WORSE THAN DARTH VADER AND THE DUKE IN Moulin Rouge!

My room, Palais de Genovia, 1.50pm

And just who does she think she is anyway?

Does she think that she can just move into my life and wreck it anymore than she already has?

'It's for the good of this country. It will do excellently to make use of this rumour. It will be the television event of the year!' she says.

I don't freakin' care.

HOW DARE SHE MARRY ME OFF!

Author's Notes: Ahahahahaha... cliffhanger. I hope you are liking this. I know it was short, but I hope to update very, very soon.

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