Wednesday, Town Square
That idiot! I told him not to join in the race. But would he listen to me? No. And now he's going to get himself killed. I knew it was going to happen. Someone was out for his life. And though I'd like to be a spectator and then say, "I told you so," I can't.
Because he's the King. And my friend.
So while he was racing, I was mounting my own bike. It was the same kind of bike the racers are using. I was just sitting there, watching him. The moment he began to fall, I was already on the tracks.
So while he was just crouching there, not doing a thing to save himself, I arrived and pulled him up to sit behind me. It actually should be the guy pulling the girl up, not the other way round, but he was too skinny.
And I managed to spin around and zoom twenty metres. I had exactly one second before collision.
"Hold on tight!" I yelled, and geared up.
BAM!
Well, at least it's only my bike. Cal could pay for it using the money in his treasury. I don't care. I saved his life, and he should be grateful.
Oh, and did I mention the scrap metal that came from my bike went flying into the air? Well, it hit Mitchell in the head. And he fainted. So he didn't win.
Three cheers for Lia, because let's face it: I rule!
And not just because I saved the life of the King, either.
Thursday, Atlantean Royal Palace
I mean, I was swooped up into the air to rest on Lia's bike. She had rescued me. For this, I would be eternally grateful, and…
…Humiliated. Guys, especially Kings, have pride, too.
But anyway, it was thanks to her that I survived. Which is why I granted her what she wanted:
To publish this diary under our names,
Let her read my diary first.
Seriously. Just because she saved my life, who does she think she is?
Dude, you own me one.
How could I forget. But this week that I've spent in Atlantis? Well, it wasn't so bad. Really. I mean, I'd made a friend, being assured I'm I a descendant of gods, and get to see my uncle with a bald head and Mitchell fainting like a girl.
Nothing could make this wonderful day worse—
"Your Highness? The Regent grants an audience," Pollo called from outside.
I sighed and gathered up my diary. Then I went to the meeting room.
Lia was already there, with her father. So was Mitchell.
"Now, Sire, there has been a long-standing tradition for newly coronated rulers to…"
God. Just get on with it. You're ruining my day—
"… choose a wife at the following day. So who's it going to be, Sire? Lia will show you the list of approved young ladies. I am sure that you could make a choice this afternoon. Everyone will be gathered at the Town Square to hear your announcement…"
Which just goes to show that something could always make a wonderful day worse.