Princess in Waiting (9 page)

Then Michael got in beside me and closed the door, and Hans started to drive and Lars said, 'Good

morning,' to Lilly and Michael and they said 'Good morning' back and I didn't even notice that Lars was

smirking behind his latte until Lilly told

me later.

'Like,' she said, 'we didn't all know what you were doing out there.'

But she said it in a nice way.

I was so happy, I hardly even heard what Lilly was talking about on our way to school, which was the

whole movie thing.

She had sent, she said, a registered letter to the producers of the movie of my life, but still had received

no response, even though it was now over a week.

'It is,' Lilly said, 'just another example of how those Hollywood types think they can get away with

whatever they want.

Well, I'm here to tell them they can't. If I don't hear back from them by tomorrow, I'm going to the news

media.'

That got my attention. I blinked at her. 'You mean you're going to have a press conference?'

'Why not?' Lilly shrugged. 'You did it, and up until recently, you could barely formulate a coherent

sentence in front of a camera. So how hard can it be?'

Wow. Lilly is really mad about this movie thing. I guess I'm going to have to watch it myself to see how

bad it is. If Tina is anything to go by, the other kids at school don't seem to have thought much about it.

But then they were all in St. Moritz

or their winter homes in Ojai when it came on. They were too busy skiing or having fun in the sun to

watch any stupid made-for-TV movie about the life of one of their classmates.

From the look of the number of casts people are wearing - Tina was by far not the only one to sprain

something on her vacation - everyone had a much better time on their break than I did. Even Michael

says he spent most of the time at his grandparents' condo sitting on the balcony and writing songs for his

new band.

I guess I am the only one who passed the whole of my break sitting in parliamentary sessions, trying to

negotiate parking

rates for casino garages in downtown Genovia.

Still, it's good to be back. It's good to be back because for the first time in my whole entire academic

career, the guy I like actually likes — maybe even loves — me back. And I get to see him between

classes and in Gifted and Talented fifth period—

Oh, my God! I totally forgot! It is a new semester! They are assigning us all new schedules! They are

passing them out at the end of Homeroom, after the announcements. What if Michael and I aren't in the

same Gifted and Talented class any more?

I am not even supposed to be in Gifted and Talented at all, seeing as how I am neither. They only put me

in there when it became clear I was flunking Algebra, so I have an extra period for independent study. I

was supposed to be in Tech. Ed.

for that period. TECH. ED.! WHERE THEY MAKE YOU BUILD SPICE RACKS!

Second semester is Domestic Arts. IF I GET PUT IN DOMESTIC ARTS THIS SEMESTER

INSTEAD OF GIFTED

AND TALENTED I WILL DIE!!!!!!!

Because I ended up getting a B minus in Algebra last semester. They don't give you independent study

periods if you are making B minuses. B minus is considered good. Except, you know, to Greenpeace.

Oh, God, I knew it. I just KNEW something bad was going to happen if I didn't wear my Queen

Amidala underwear.

So, if I'm not in G and T, then the only time I will see Michael will be at lunch and between classes.

Because he is a senior,

and I am only a freshman, so it's not like I'll be in advanced calculus with him, or that he'll be in French 2

with me.

And I might not even be able to see him at lunch! We could conceivably not have the same lunch

periods!

And even if we do, what is the likelihood that Michael and I are even going to sit together at lunch?

Traditionally I have

always sat with Lilly or Tina, and Michael has always sat with the Computer Club and upperclassmen. Is

he going to come

sit by rne now? No way can I go sit at
his
table. All those guys over there ever do is talk about things I

don't understand,

like plasma screens and how easy it is to hack into India's missile defence system . . .

Oh, God, they are passing out the new class schedules now. Please don't let me be in Domestic Arts.

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Tuesday, January 19,

Algebra

HA! My Queen Amidala underwear might be missing, but the power of the Force is with me nonetheless.

My class schedule

is EXACTLY the same as last semester's, except that by some miracle I now have Bio. third period

instead of World Civ.

(Oh, God, please don't let Kenny, my former Bio. partner and ex-boyfriend, have been switched to third

period Bio., too). World Civ. is now seventh. And instead of PE fourth period, we all have Health and

Safety.

And no Tech. Ed. or Domestic Arts, thank GOD!!!!! I don't know who told the administration that I am

gifted and talented, but whoever it was, I am eternally grateful, and I will definitely try to live up to it.

I also happen to know that not only does Michael still have fifth period G and T, but he has the same

lunch hour as I do, too.

I know that because after I got here to Algebra and had sat down and got out my notebook (I always

seem to remember all

my notebooks on the first day of the semester. It is just the rest of the year I forget them) and my Algebra

I-II textbook, Michael came in!

Yes, he came right into Mr G's second semester freshman Algebra class, like he belonged there, or

something, and everyone was staring at him, including Lana Weinberger, because you know seniors don't

generally just go walking into freshman

classes, unless they are working for the attendance office and bringing someone a hall pass or something.

But Michael doesn't work for the attendance office. He popped into Mr G's class just to see
me.
I know

because he came

right up to my desk with his class schedule in his hand and went, 'What lunch have you got?' and I told

him, A,' and he said, 'Same as me. You have G and T after?' and I said, 'Yes,' and he said, 'Cool, see

you at lunch.'

Then he turned around and walked out again, looking all tall and collegiate with his Jansport backpack

and NewBalances.

And the way he said, 'Hey, Mr G,' all casually to Mr Gianini - who was sitting at his desk with a cup of

coffee in his hands

and his eyebrows all raised - as he went walking out.

Well, you just can't get cooler than that. And he had been in here to see me. ME, MIA

THERMOPOLIS. Formerly the

most unpopular person in the entire school, with the exception of that guy who doesn't like corn in his

chilli.

So now everyone who had not seen Michael and me kissing at the Non-Denominational Winter Dance

knows that we are going out, because you don't walk into someone else's classroom between periods to

look at their schedule unless you are dating.

I could feel all the gazes of my fellow Algebra sufferers boring into me, including Lana Weinberger's,

even as the bell was ringing. You could practically hear everybody going,
'He's
going out with
her?'

And I guess it
is
a little hard to believe. I mean, evenI can hardly believe it's true. Because of course it's

common knowledge that Michael's the third best-looking boy in the whole school, after Josh Richter and

Justin Baxendale (though if you ask me, having seen Michael plenty of times without a shirt on, he makes

those other guys look like that Quasimodo dude), so what is he doing with
me,
a biological freak with feet

the size of skis and no breasts to speak of and nostrils that flare when I lie?

Plus I am a lowly freshman, and Michael is a senior who has already been accepted early-decision to an

Ivy League school right here in Manhattan. Plus Michael is co-valedictorian of his class, being a

straight-A student, whereas I barely scraped by Algebra I. Plus Michael is way involved with

extra-curriculars, including the Computer Club, Chess Club and Physics Club.

He designed the school's website. He can play, like, ten instruments. And now he is starting his own

band.

Me? Yeah. I'm a princess.

And that's about it.

And that's only
recently.
Before I found out I was a princess, I was just this massive reject who was

flunking Algebra and always had orange cat-hair all over her school uniform.

So yeah, I guess you could say that a lot of people were kind of surprised to see Michael Moscovitz

come striding up to my desk in Algebra to compare class schedules. I could feel them all staring at me

after he left and the bell rang, and I could hear them buzzing about it among themselves. Mr G tried to

bring everybody to order, going, 'OK, OK, break's over. I know it's been a long time since you last saw

one another, but we've got a lot to tackle in the next nine weeks,' only of course nobody paid any

attention to him but me.

In the desk in front of me, Lana Weinberger was already on her mobile - the new one that I'd paid for,

on account of my

having stomped her old one to bits in a semi-psychotic fit last month - going, 'Shel? You are not going to

believe
what just happened. You know that freaky girl in your Latin class, the one with the TV show and

the flat face? Yeah, well, her

brother was just in here comparing class schedules with Mia Thermopo—'

Unfortunately for Lana, Mr Gianini has a thing about mobile usage during class time. He fully pounced on

her, snatched her phone away, put it up to his ear and said, 'Ms Weinberger can't speak to you right now

as she is busy writing a thousandword essay on how rude it is to make mobile phone calls during class time,' after which he threw her

phone in his desk

drawer and told her she'd get it back at the end of the day, once she'd handed in her essay.

I wish Mr G would give Lana's mobile phone to me, instead. I would fully use it in a more responsible

manner than she does.

But I guess even if the teacher is your stepdad, he can't just confiscate things from other students and give

them to you.

Which is a bummer because I could really use a mobile phone right now. I just remembered I never

asked my mom what Grandmere wanted when she called last night.

Oh, crud. Integers. Gotta go.

B = (x : x is an integer such that x > 0)

Defn: When integer is squared the result is called a perfect square.

Tuesday, January 19th,

Health and Safety

This is so boring - MT

You're telling me. How many times in our academic careers are they going to tell us having

unprotected sex

can result in unwanted pregnancy and AIDS? Do they think it didn't soak in the first jive thousand

times or something? - LM

Apparently. Hey, did you see Mr Wheeton open the door to the teachers' lounge,

look at Mademoiselle Klein, then leave? He is so obviously in love with her.

I know, you can slightly tell, he is always bringing her lattesfrom Ho's. What is THAT about, if not

luv?

Wahim will be devastated if they start going out.

Yeah, but why would she choose Mr Wheeton over Wahim? Wahim has all those

muscles. Not to mention a gun.

Who can explain the vagaries of the human heart. Not I. Oh, my God, look, he's moving on to

vehicular

safety. Could this
BE
more boring? Let's make a list. You start it.

OK

Mia Thermopolis's *New and Improved* List of Hottest Guys

(with commentary by Lilly Moscovitz):

1. Michael Moscovitz
(obviously cannot agree due to genetic link to said individual. Will concede he

is not

hideously deformed)

2. Ioan Gruffud from the
Horatio Hornblower
series
(agreed. He can shiver me timbers anytime he

wants)

3. The guy who plays Clark Kent in
Smallville (duh
-
only they should have him join the school

swimming

team because he needs to take his shirt off more per episode)

4. Hayden Christiansen
(again, duh. Ditto swimming team. There must be one for Jedis. Even ones

who

have embraced the Dark Side)

5. Mr. Rochester
(fictional character, but will agree he exudes certain rugged manliness)

6. Patrick Swayze
(urn, not.
So
not. What is WRONG with you????)