DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PRINCESS DIARIES OR THE ALL AMERICAN REJECTS!

(This first chapter is mostly written in Mia's POV.)

Chapter One: The Beginning

I kept riding. There was no way I was going back. I was so ashamed. I couldn't even think straight. Why did I have to be such a klutz? I could never do anything right. Not in Grandma's eyes, not in Charlotte's, Paolo's or Joe's. Ok, Joe's might be a little bit of an exaggeration, but right now I really don't care. Everybody in Genovia sees me as the American transplant-klutz. Why can't I do anything right? Why can't I be beautiful and graceful like Grandma? I am so screwed up and nobody cares. Not even Andrew. Andrew is going to be my husband and he probably doesn't even care I'm gone. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I rode, and I was unable to stop them. I'll never make a good queen.

"I bet even Nicholas is laughing his head off with the rest of the country." I muttered sorrowfully. "Oh forget it. Why do I care what he thinks?" To make myself feel better I sang. I'm not very good, I'll admit, but somehow it calms me.

"Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong, Move along, move along, like I know you do, And even when your hope is gone, Move along, move along, just to make it through, Move along, Move along…" My voice cracked as I sang my favorite All-American Rejects song. I finished my solo and my horse tumbled out from underneath me. I screamed really, really loud, hoping somebody would hear. I would even like it this once for the media to hear me and come rushing with TV cameras. My thoughts tumbled like my body as I fell down the mossy hill. Nicholas…why am I thinking his name? I love him….Nicholas…

"Nicholas…" I whispered as my world went black.

Love it, hate it? R&R please. Next chapter in Nicholas' POV.