chapter 1: i am mia my name is mia thermopolis. iâ€™m fourteen years old and i live in new york city. i live in an apartment in greenwich village, on the west side of the city. i live with my mom, helen, and my cat, fat louie. my mom is an artist. she paints pictures. iâ€™m a freshmanâ€”a ninth grade student at albert einstein high school. my best friend is lilly moscovitz. lilly isnâ€™t pretty but sheâ€™s very smart.
she is interested in politics and ecology. lilly writes reports about the people of new york and their problems. then she makes films of her reports. she has her own tv showâ€”lilly tells it like it is. lillyâ€™s mom and dad are doctorsâ€”theyâ€™re both psychoanalysts. psychoanalysts find out about peopleâ€™s feelings. lilly has an older brother named michael. my parents never got married. they stopped loving each other before i was born. fourteen and a half years ago, they broke up their relationship.
my parentsâ€™ relationship ended, but theyâ€™re still friends. my dad doesnâ€™t live in new york. he lives in a small country called genovia. itâ€™s near the border of france and italy. my dad is an important person in the government of genovia. i visit my dad every christmas and summer. i stay with him and grandmereâ€”my grandmotherâ€”in her house in france. iâ€™m not very popular at school. i donâ€™t have lots of friends. and i donâ€™t have a boyfriend. no boy has ever asked me out on a date because i look strange. i look like a freak. iâ€™m the tallest girl in my grade.
i have huge feet and very curly, light brown hair. iâ€™m also very thin. i want to look like lana weinberger. lana weinberger is in my grade and she s beautiful. she has long blond hair and big gray eyes. lana is going out with josh richter. sheâ€™s dating the best-looking boy in the school. josh is really gorgeous! he has blond hair and blue eyes. heâ€™s six feet tall and very good at sports. heâ€™s a senior student. my mom gave me this diary. she told me to write down my feelings.
i donâ€™t tell her my real feelings. thatâ€™s what she says. so she wants me to write them down. tuesday, september 23rd my momâ€™s right. i donâ€™t tell her about my real feelings. i think about my feelings. but i donâ€™t tell anyone about them. iâ€™ve decided to write my feelings here in my diary. my mom is going out on a date with my algebra teacher, mr frank gianlnl! â€œiâ€™m happy about this,â€ i told mom. but iâ€™m not happy- there are about two million guys in manhattan.
she could go out with any of them. why does she want to go out with my schoolâ€™s algebra teacher? wednesday, september 24th i told lilly about my mom and mr gianini. â€œmr gianini is ok,â€ said lilly. â€œheâ€™s nice and his classes are easy.â€™â€™ lillyâ€™s good at algebra. she doesnâ€™t have to work hard in algebra classes. but iâ€™m flunking algebraâ€”i fail every algebra test. every afternoon, after school finishes, i have to do extra algebra.
thatâ€™s how mr gianini met my mom. he asked her to come to the school. â€œmia is flunking algebra,â€ he told her. â€œshe needs to do extra work.â€™â€™ then he asked my mom out on a date, â€œi donâ€™t understand you, mia,â€ said lilly. â€˜â€˜why are you hiding your real feelings? talk to your mom. youâ€™re not happy about her and mr gianini. tell her this.â€™â€™ but i canâ€™t talk to my mom. sheâ€™s very happy about her date with mr gianini. sheâ€™s being really nice to me. last night, she made a special meal for meâ€”pasta with lots of vegetables.
iâ€™m a vegetarian, so i donâ€™t eat meat. i think about my mom kissing mr gianini. then i think about lana weinberger and josh richter. i saw them kissing last week. i want josh richter to kiss me like that. thursday, september 25th today, mr gianini asked me a really easy question, but i didnâ€™t hear it. i just sat there, looking at him. "what?â€ i said. then lana weinberger leaned over my desk and stared at me. her long blond hair touched my desk. â€œfreak,â€ she said.
i went to lillyâ€™s apartment after school. her parentsâ€” the doctors moscovitzâ€”were there. â€œyour mother is dating your algebra teacher,â€ lillyâ€™s mother said. â€œhow do you feel about that?â€ â€œi feel fine.â doctor moscovitz,â€ i said. but i was lying. lillyâ€™s older brother, michael, was also in the apartment. heâ€™s a senior student, like josh richter. but michael doesnâ€™t play sports like josh. michael is only interested in computers. he spends a lot of time in his room, working on his computer.
he writes an online magazine called crackhead, â€œyour mom is dating frank gianini?â€ said michael. and he laughed. friday, september 26th this afternoon, during my algebra class, mr gianini spoke to me quietly he started talking about his date with mom. â€œmia, i'm going out with your mother,â€™' he said. â€œare you unhappy about that?â€™â€™ â€œoh, no, mr gianini, itâ€™s ok,â€ i said. i felt my face becoming red. â€œitâ€™s only for one date, isnâ€™t it?â€ â€œwell, maybe iâ€™ll take her on more than one date. i really like your mother.â€™â€™ â€œok,â€ i said. â€œbut if you make her unhappy. iâ€™ll kill you.â€™â€™
iâ€™ve been very rude to a teacher! did i really say that to him? mr gianini smiled. â€œmia, iâ€™m not going to hurt your mother,â€ he said. â€œi will never upset her.â€™â€™ that evening, when my mom was out with mr gianini, my dad called from genovia. he wanted to talk to mom. he sounded very weird. his voice was really strange. i didnâ€™t want to tell him about mom and her date with mr gianini.â i lied. â€œsheâ€™s working in her art studio,â€ i said. saturday, september 27th i went into the kitchen early this morning.
my cat, fat louie, wanted some food. my mom was there, and she was making pancakes! i couldnâ€™t believe it. mom never cooks breakfast. she usually wakes up later than me. she was in a very good mood. she was smiling happily â€œi had a wonderful time last night,â€ she said. mom and mr gianini ate dinner at a thai restaurant last night. theyâ€™re going on another date this week. i feel ok about this. iâ€™m happy because my mom is happy. sunday, september 28th my dad called again today.
this time. mom was in her art studio. my dad sounded very weird again. monday, september 29th today, mr gianini was in a very good mood. suddenly he started talking about the school play all the students are going to act and sing in the musical, my fair lady, â€œmia, you could play the main character,â€™â€™ he said. i was surprised. mr gianini was only being nice. i knew that. but i canâ€™t be in a musical. i canâ€™t singâ€”my voice is horrible. later, when i was with lilly, lana weinberger came up to us. she started calling me a freak again. josh richter was with her.
i knew why lana said this. she wanted to hurt me. and she wanted josh to see my unhappiness. â€œleave us alone, weinberger!â€ said lilly angrily. lana started to argue with lilly but lilly isnâ€™t afraid of lana. she just laughs if people say bad things to her. tuesday, september 30th something weird has happened. when i got home from school, my mom was waiting for me. she had a strange look on her face. she spoke softly and quietly.
â€œyour dad called,â€ she said. â€œheâ€™s very upset. heâ€™s heard some bad news. heâ€™s sterile. he canâ€™t have any more kids.â€™â€™ about a year ago, my dad was very ill. he had cancer. he had an operationâ€”doctors had to cut the cancer out of his body. then he had chemotherapy treatment. the chemotherapy worked well and the cancer hasnâ€™t come back. â€œthe chemotherapy has made your dad sterile,â€ mom said. â€œhe can never have another child.â€™â€™ i donâ€™t understand why my dad is upset. why does he want more kids? he already has me.
i only see dad at christmas and in the summer, but thatâ€™s ok. he looks after genovia and heâ€™s always very busy. my dadâ€™s hair fell out after the chemotherapy, but heâ€™s still handsome. he looks like captain jean-luc picard in the tv show, star trek: the next generation. my dad has had a lot of girlfriends. he brings them to grandmereâ€™s house in france. they love the twenty-seven bedrooms, the ballroom, the swimming pools, and the farm. but dad never goes out with any girl for more than a few months. â€œdad is flying here, to new york, tomorrow,â€ said mom. â€œhe wants to talk to you, mia.â€™â€™
chapter 2: â€œyouâ€™re a princess!â€ wednesday, october 1st my dad has arrived in new york. heâ€™s staying at the plaza hotel, where all the rich people stay. thursday, october 2nd. afternoon. the ladiesâ€™ room at the plaza hotel iâ€™ve had a terrible shock. now i know why my dad wants more kids. itâ€™s because heâ€™s a prince! my dad is a politician and heâ€™s rich.
but heâ€™s also the prince of genovia, and nobody told me! iâ€™ve been to genovia lots of times. every summer, i stay in my grandmotherâ€™s house, miragnac. itâ€™s on the border of france, near genovia. why didnâ€™t she tell me the truth? a few years ago, i found some information about genovia in an encyclopedia. i read these facts. the name of the genovian royal family was renaldo. the head of the family was prince artur christoff philippe gerard grimaldi renaldo. there was a picture of the prince. he had thick thrown hair and a moustache. my dadâ€™s family name is also renaldo. my dadâ€™s name is philippe renaldo.
this afternoon, my dad and i sat in the palm court dining room at the plaza hotel. lots of tourists go there. they like to have tea there in the afternoons. â€œi want you to know the truth, mia,â€ began my dad in a very serious voice. â€œi am the prince of genovia.â€™â€™ this news was a terrible shock for me. suddenly, i got hiccups! â€œreally, dad?â€ i said. hiccup. i tried to stop the noise coming from my throat. but i couldnâ€™t. hiccup. hiccup! they were really loud hiccups! hiccup! hiccup! â€œiâ€™m head of the royal family of genovia,â€ said my dad. â€œyour mother didnâ€™t want you to know this.
she didnâ€™t want you to grow up in a palace. i agreed with her. but unfortunately, iâ€™ve now heard some bad news. i canâ€™t have any more children. youâ€™re my only child, mia. so you are now my heir. when i die, you will be the ruler of genovia.â€™â€™ i hiccupped again. this was really embarrassing! the people who were sitting on the table beside us were staring at me. â€œmia?â€ said my dad. â€œare you listening?â€ â€œdad, please excuse me for a minute,â€ i said. â€œi have to go to the bathroom.â€™â€™ i went into the ladiesâ€™ room.
the ladiesâ€™ room at the plaza is very beautiful. the walls and the carpets are pink. there are mirrors and little couches everywhere. i thought about what my dad had said. heâ€™s the prince of genovia. iâ€™m beginning to understand some things that i didnâ€™t understand before. when i fly to france, thereâ€™s always a huge limousine waiting for me at the airport. when i go shopping with my grandmother, we always visit stores in the evening. we go shopping after ordinary people have gone home. weâ€™re always the only customers in the stores.
most people have never heard of genovia. nobody famous has come from there. but it is a very beautiful country. the weather is warm and sunny. in the north, there are mountains covered with snow. in the south, there is the blue mediterranean sea. in the center of the country, there are hills covered with olive trees. olive oil is genoviaâ€™s main export. genovia sells a lot of olive oil to other countries. thereâ€™s a royal palace in genovia. iâ€™ve passed it lots of times when i was in the car with grandmere.
but she never told me who lived in it. my hiccups have gone now. iâ€™ll go back to my dad. late afternoon. the penguin house at central park zoo iâ€™ve had a second shock. iâ€™m not going to tell anybody about my family. iâ€™m not even going to tell lilly. she wonâ€™t understand. no one will understand. iâ€™m really upset. this is what happened. when my hiccups disappeared, i returned to the palm court dining room. my dad was speaking on his cellphone. he was talking to my mom.
â€œyes, i told her,â€ he was saying. â€œno, she doesnâ€™t seem upset.â€™â€™ he looked at me. â€œare you upset?â€ â€œno,â€ i said. i wasnâ€™t upsetâ€”not then. my dad ended the call. â€œdid you understand what i told you, mia?â€ he asked. â€œyes,â€ i said. â€œyouâ€™re the prince of genovia.â€™â€™ â€œyes,â€ he said. â€œbut youâ€™re not mia thermopolis any more.â€™â€™ â€œiâ€™m not?â€ i said. â€œthen who am i?â€
â€œyouâ€™re amelia mignonette grimaldi thermopolis renaldo, princess of genovia,â€ said my dad, a little sadly. what? a princess? me? it canâ€™t be true. my mouth opened but no words came out. i started to cry. my dad leaned across the table and touched my hand. â€œit wonâ€™t be so bad,â€ he said. â€œyouâ€™ll like living at the palace in genovia with me. you can visit new york. you can see your friends as often as you want.â€™â€™ then i got mad. i was so angry that i stopped crying. â€œi don't want to live in genovia,â€ i said in a loud voice.
everyone in the dining room turned and looked at me. my dad was shocked. â€œmia,â€ he said, â€œi thought that you understood.â€™â€™ â€œi understand only one thing,â€ i said. â€œyou lied to me all my life. you never told me the truth about your family. and why do i have to live with you in genovia?â€ i stood up quickly and ran out of the hotel. i ran all the way down the street and into the middle of central park. it was getting dark, but i didnâ€™t think about this.
suddenly i saw the gates of the central park zoo. iâ€™ve always loved that zoo. i paid my entrance money and went into the penguin house. the funny little black and white birds swam around their pool and i watched them. then i sat down and took my diary out of my bag. iâ€™m writing in my diary now. what am i going to do? i canâ€™t leave new york and live in genovia. evening of course, i couldnâ€™t hide in the penguin house for ever. when the zoo closed, i took a bus home.
my mom and dad were sitting at the kitchen table. the phone was in front of them. they both began talking at the same time. â€œare you ok? where have you been?â€ asked my mom. â€œweâ€™ve been so worried!â€ said my dad. â€œi ran away. iâ€™m sorry,â€ i said. then i went into the bathroom and took a bath. after lying in the hot water for a long time, i put on my favorite pajamas. then i picked up fat louie and went to bed.
before i fell asleep, i heard my mom and dad talking in the kitchen. chapter 3: lillyâ€™s place friday, october 3rd. home when i woke up today, i felt better. itâ€™s fridayâ€”the day before the weekend. friday is my favorite day of the week. mom was in the kitchen, making breakfast. dad was there too. he was sitting at the table and reading the new york times. and then i remembered. iâ€™m a princess! suddenly, i felt unhappy again.
â€œwe need to talk, mia,â€ said my dad. he folded his newspaper and laid it on the table. â€œcome and sit down, mia. have some breakfast,â€ said my mom. â€œiâ€™ve made everything that you like.â€™â€™ i didnâ€™t want to talk about my future in genovia. â€œi have to go to school,â€ i said. â€œsit down!â€ said dad loudly. i sat down, and mom put some food onto my plate. â€œmia,â€ she said, â€œthink of the lovely things that you can have in genovia.
when youâ€™re sixteen, you can have a car. dad will buy you a car for your sixteenth birthday.â€™â€™ â€œi donâ€™t want a car,â€ i said. â€œyouâ€™ve always wanted a horse, havenâ€™t you?â€ she said. â€œyou could have a horse in genovia. a nice gray one. my eyes filled with tears and i started to cry. â€œmom,â€ i said, â€œwhy are you saying this? donâ€™t you love me any more? why are you making me leave? why do i have to live with dad? is it because you and mr gianini donâ€™tâ€”â€ then my mom started crying too. she jumped up from her chair and put her arms around me.
â€œno, mia,â€ she said. â€œi just want the best thing for you.â€™â€™ â€œso do i,â€ said my dad. â€œwell, i want to stay here and finish high school,â€ i said. â€œthatâ€™s the best thing for me. then iâ€™m going to join greenpeace. iâ€™m going to save whales from danger.â€™â€™ â€œyouâ€™re not going to look after whales!â€ said my dad. â€œplease, philippe,â€ said my mom. â€œwe canâ€™t talk about this now. mia has to go to school. sheâ€™s late.â€™â€™ i started looking for my coat. â€œyes,â€ i said. â€œi have to get to the subway station.â€™â€™
â€œno,â€ said my dad. â€œlars will drive you to school.â€™â€™ â€œbut i have to meet lilly,â€ i said. â€œi meet her every day, and we go to school together on the subway.â€™â€™ â€œlars can pick up your friend too,â€ said dad. lars is my dadâ€™s driver. he goes everywhere with my dad. but now i realize something. lars isnâ€™t just my dadâ€™s driver. lars is also my dadâ€™s bodyguard. his job is to protect my dad. lars came up to the apartment and walked downstairs to the car with me. it was really embarrassing. algebra class
lilly was very surprised to see lars. â€œmy dadâ€™s in town and lars is my dadâ€™s driver,â€ i said. â€œwhy are your eyes red?â€ asked lilly. â€œhave you been crying? whatâ€™s happened?â€ â€œnothing has happened,â€ i said. i didnâ€™t want to tell lilly the truth. now iâ€™m sitting here in the algebra class. but i feel better. nobody can make me be a princess. this is america. people are free in america. they can live in any place and in any way that they want. if i donâ€™t want to be a princess, i donâ€™t have to be one. iâ€™ll tell my dad tonight. late evening. lillyâ€™s bedroom
i didnâ€™t go to my extra algebra class with mr gianini this afternoon. when school finished, i spoke to lilly. â€œcan i stay at your place tonight?â€ i asked. she said yes, so i called my mom. â€œcan i stay the night at lillyâ€™s apartment?â€ i asked her. â€œbut, mia, your father wanted to have another talk with you this evening.â€™â€™ â€œiâ€™ll be home tomorrow. mom,â€ i said quickly. â€œand i wonâ€™t forget to do the shopping on the way home.â€™â€™ saturday, october 4th. early morning. lillyâ€™s place
i always have a great time when i stay with lilly the moscovitzes are nice and their apartment is huge. lillyâ€™s parentsâ€”the doctors moscovitzâ€”never forget to pay bills. they always have delicious food in their refrigerator. they even buy vegetarian food for me to eat. i love my mom very much. but she spends a lot of time in her art studio. she doesnâ€™t spend much time at home with me. sometimes, mom forgets to pay the bills. sometimes, she even forgets to buy food. i want my mom to be like lillyâ€™s mom.
i want my dad to be like lillyâ€™s dad. at lillyâ€™s place, i can relax. i feel very comfortable and happy there. when iâ€™m with the moscovitzes, i donâ€™t worry about algebra. i donâ€™t worry about being a princess. last night, lillyâ€™s parents went out. so lilly and i climbed into their huge bed and watched james bond movies on their big tv. then lillyâ€™s brother, michael, came into the room. â€œyour dad is on the phone,â€ he said to me. â€œi donâ€™t want to speak to him.â€™â€™ i replied.
"ok,â€ said michael. â€œyou and lilly already went to bed. iâ€™ll tell him that.â€™â€™ michael went and spoke to my dad again. then he came back and watched james bond movies with us. we had a really good conversation about our favorite actors and actresses. when lillyâ€™s parents came home, lilly and i went back to her room. â€œmia, who do you prefer?â€ asked lilly. â€œjosh richter, or my brother, michael?â€ â€œjosh richter,â€ i said. iâ€™m in love with josh richter. heâ€™s the best-looking boy in the school.
i love his blond hair and blue eyes. but later, i thought about michael. he isnâ€™t as good- looking as josh, but he makes me laugh. one time, i saw michael coming out of his bedroom. he wasnâ€™t wearing a shirt, and he looked really good. iâ€™ve never told lilly my thoughts about her brother. sheâ€™ll think that iâ€™m weird. chapter 4: the thermopoli renaldo agreement saturday, october 4th. afternoon i stayed at lillyâ€™s place as long as i could today. but i was worried about my mom and dad. i didnâ€™t go home last night.
were they angry all night? i came home after lunch. iâ€™ve always been a good daughter. i donâ€™t smoke cigarettes, and i donâ€™t take drugs. i do my homework most of the time, and people trust me. iâ€™m an honest person. when i got home, my mom was reading a magazine. she always goes to her art studio on saturdays. but today she had stayed at home, waiting for me. my dad was there too. he was reading the new york times. â€œwe must talk,â€™ he said.
â€œplease, dad,â€ i said. â€œi need time to think about things.â€™â€™ â€œi know,â€ said my dad. then my mom came over and put her arms around me. â€œweâ€™re so sorry, mia,â€ she said. i was very surprised. why were my parents being so nice? why werenâ€™t they angry with me? â€œthis is difficult for you, mia,â€ said my dad. â€œwe understand that now. so weâ€™ve done something to make things easier.â€™â€™ my dad pulled a document from his pocket and put it on the table in front of me. i started to read it.
the thermopolis-renaldo agreement i, artur christoff philippe gerard grimaldi renaldo, make this agreement. my daughter and heir, amelia mignonette grimaldi thermopolis renaldo, can stay at her school, albert einstein high school. but she must spend every christmas and every summer in genovia. i felt very happy. then i read the rest of the agreement. i, amelia mignonette grimaldi thermopolis renaldo, will do my duties as heir to artur christoff philippe gerard grimaldi renaldo, prince of genovia. i will become the ruler of genovia when he dies. i will also go to all the functions of state. â€œwhat are functions of state?â€ i asked.
â€˜â€˜special ceremonies,â€ said my dad. â€œwhen an important event happens in the world, every country sends someoneâ€” a representative. for example, when the leader of a country marries or dies, a representative of the genovian royal amily goes to the ceremony. youâ€™re the princess of genovia, so you will go to these functions of state. you will represent genovia.â€™â€™ â€œbut i donâ€™t know how to behave like a princess,â€ i said. â€œthatâ€™s ok,â€ said my dad. â€œgrandmere will teach you.â€™â€™ i thought about this. how can grandmere teach me? sheâ€™s not here in new york, sheâ€™s in france. i signed my name at the bottom of the agreement.
evening itâ€™s saturday night, and i donâ€™t have a date with a boy. iâ€™m spending the evening with my dad! iâ€™m always at home on saturday nights. boys donâ€™t want to go out with me. my mom has gone out on a date with mr gianini. she was wearing a small black dress and high-heeled shoes. my dad stared and stared at her. she looked really beautiful. usually, my mom isnâ€™t very interested in clothes. i phoned a restaurant that delivers food to the apartment. i ordered a pizza and some salad. it was a delicious meal.
but my dad wasnâ€™t interested in the food. he watched sports programs on tv and drank whisky. then he fell asleep. i tried to call lilly, but her phone was busy. maybe michael was chatting online with a friend. michael uses his computer at lot. he works on his magazine, crackhead, and chats online with his friends for hours. he uses his computer to send instant messages. he has conversations in internet chatrooms. i really wanted to speak to lilly. i wasnâ€™t going to tell her about being a princess.
but sometimes just talking to lilly makes me feel better. i watched my dad sleeping. i started to get bored. i decided to send michael an instant message. i wanted him to go offline. then i could call lilly. michael and i use different names when we chat to each other online. tin â€œftlouie,â€ which means fat louie. it s the name of my cat. michael uses the name â€œcrackingâ€â€”a criminal who sells drugs. michael is clever and funny. heâ€™s always making jokes. this was our conversation:
cracking: what do you want, thermopolis? ftlouie: i want to talk to lilly. i want to speak to her on the phone. please go offline. cracking: what do you want to talk to her about? ftlouie: i'm not telling you. it's private. cracking: why are you at home? didn't dreamboy call you? didn't he ask you out? ftlouie: who's dreamboy? cracking: josh richter, of course. i love josh richter, and now michael knows this! lilly told her brother my secrets! fm really embarrassed! fm going to kill her!
but five minutes later, my phone rang. it was lilly. â€œyou wanted to talk to me,â€ she said. â€˜â€˜michael told me.â€™ michael can be so nice sometimes. sunday, october 5th i didnâ€™t go to mr gianiniâ€™s algebra class on friday, and he told my mom. i canâ€™t believe it! i had to stay at home today. i had to study algebra with my dad! thereâ€™s an algebra test at school tomorrow. i must not flunk it. iâ€™ve written an important algebra formula on the bottom of my sneaker.
i can look at the formula during the test. monday, october 6th, 3:00 a.m. iâ€™ve been awake all night. iâ€™ve been worrying about the algebra formula thatâ€™s on my shoe. what will happen if someone sees it? if i look at the formula, iâ€™ll be cheating. iâ€™ll no longer be an honest person. iâ€™ll have to leave albert einstein high school if someone finds out about this. and iâ€™ll never get a job at greenpeace. 4:00 a.m: i tried to wash the formula off my sneaker, but it wonâ€™t come off! i canâ€™t wear my boots instead of my sneakers. the laces of my boots are broken. 7:00 a.m. someone will see me cheating in the algebra test. i just know it.
9:00 a.m. iâ€™m in the girlsâ€™ room at school. lana weinberger came in and she saw me washing the bottom of my sneaker. then she started brushing her long blond hair, and staring at herself in the mirror. i couldnâ€™t wash the formula off my sneaker. but iâ€™m not going to look at it during the test. okâ€”i looked at the formula during the test. but it didnâ€™t help me at all. i got all the answers wrong anyway. i canâ€™t even cheat well! i have so many things to worry about. i must buy new laces for my boots. iâ€™m flunking algebra. my momâ€™s dating my algebra teacher. iâ€™m the princess of genovia. i hate my life.
chapter 5: grandmere wednesday, october 8th grandmereâ€™s here! sheâ€™s not here in our apartment. but sheâ€™s here in new york. sheâ€™s staying at the plaza hotel, with my dad. maybe grandmere wonâ€™t come to our apartment. she hates cats and fat louie is here. also, grandmere will hate greenwich village. no one is allowed to smoke cigarettes in the restaurants here and she smokes all the time. why did she have to come here? why? why? why?
thursday, october 9th i found out why grandmere has come to new york. sheâ€™s going to give me princess classes! this is terrible. i canâ€™t write any more. friday, october 10th yesterday, after school, i had my first princess class. itâ€™s not a joke. every day, after my algebra lesson with mr gianini, i have princess classes at the plaza with my grandmother. i signed the thermopolis-renaldo agreement.
my dad reminded me about this. the princess classes are part of my duties as my dadâ€™s heir. thatâ€™s what i agreed to. i checked the agreement. but i couldnâ€™t see anything in it about princess classes. grandmere is staying in the penthouse suite of the plaza. sheâ€™s staying in the huge, luxury rooms on the top floor of the hotel. everything in the penthouse is colored pink. there are pink walls, pink carpets, pink drapes, and pink furniture. there are lots of vases of pink roses too.
grandmere s name is clarisse marie renaldo. she is my father's mother. she is the dowager princess of genovia. grandmere wears lots of makeup and smokes cigarettes all the time. all her clothes are purple. purple is her favorite color. grandmere started asking me questions immediately. she is scary. she frightens me. â€œstand up straight, amelia,â€™ she said. â€œyour hair is too curly. and why are you so tall? canâ€™t you stop growing? come and kiss your grandmere.â€™â€™ i walked over and kissed her.
then i saw rommelâ€”my grandmotherâ€™s dog. he was looking out from behind her skirt. heâ€™s fifteen years old and he was wearing a purple jacket. itâ€™s the same color as grandmereâ€™s dress. â€œnow,â€ said grandmere, â€œyou are princess of genovia. you cried when your father told you the news. why?â€ suddenly i felt very tired. i sat down on one of the pink chairs. â€œoh, grandma,â€ i said in english. â€œi donâ€™t want to be a princess. i just want to be meâ€”mia.â€™â€™ â€œdonâ€™t call me grandma,â€ said grandmere.
â€œiâ€™m your grandmere. speak french when you speak to me. sit up straight in that chair. and your name isnâ€™t miaâ€”itâ€™s amelia.â€™â€™ she sat down in the chair next to me. â€œdonâ€™t you want to be a princess?â€ â€œgrandmaâ€”i mean, grandmere,â€ i said, â€œi can never be like a princess.â€™â€™ â€œyou are your fatherâ€™s heir,â€ said grandmere in a very serious voice. â€œwhen your father dies, youâ€™ll rule genovia.â€™â€™ i stared at grandmere and she stared at me. â€œi have a lot of homework today,â€ i said.
â€œis this princess class going to take a long time?â€ â€œweâ€™ll begin classes tomorrow,â€ she said. â€œyouâ€™ll come here in the afternoons, after school. write a list before you come here tomorrow. make a list of the ten women who you admire most. and give reasons. bring the list with you.â€™â€™ my mouth fell open with shock. homework?" iâ€™ve got to do homework for these princess classes? â€œclose your mouth, amelia,â€ said grandmere. â€œtomorrow youâ€™ll do your hair nicely.
youâ€™ll wear lipstick and paint your nails with nailpolish. and you wonâ€™t wear those big, ugly boots. now i have a dinner appointment. goodbye.â€™â€™ today, i borrowed one of my momâ€™s lipsticks and took it to school. but i didnâ€™t want anyone to see me wearing lipstick. i waited until after my class with mr gianini. when all the other kids had gone home, i went into the girlsâ€™ room. i put lipstick on my lips and brushed my hair. my hair is very curly. i brushed it and brushed it, but it didnâ€™t look better.
iâ€™d forgotten about the school computer club. the computer club has a meeting at albert einstein high school every friday afternoon. lillyâ€™s brother, michael, is in the computer club. when i walked out of the girlsâ€™ room, i met michael. i dropped my bag and the lipstick fell out. michael picked it up. he stared at me in surprise. â€œwhy are you wearing this?â€ he asked, holding the lipstick toward me. â€œplease donâ€™t tell lilly,â€ i said. â€œdonâ€™t tell lilly what?â€ he said.
â€œwhere are you going? are you going on a date?â€ â€œno, i am not going on a date!â€ i said. â€œi have to meet my grandmother.â€™â€™ â€œdo you usually wear lipstick when you meet your grandmother?â€ i looked toward the door. dadâ€™s bodyguard, lars, was standing there. he was waiting for me. he was going to drive me to the plaza hotel. â€œmichael, donâ€™t tell lilly about this. ok?â€ i said. then i ran away. when i got to the plaza, grandmere was horrible. â€œyouâ€™re wearing too much lipstick,â€ she said. â€œand itâ€™s the wrong color for you.â€™â€™
i gave her my list of the ten women who i admire. but she tore up the piece of paper. â€œtheyâ€™re not good choices,â€ she said. then she told me to come back at ten oâ€™clock the next morning. â€œgrandmere, tomorrow is saturday,â€ i said. â€œi always help my friend, lilly, on saturdays. we film her tv show.â€™â€™ but grandmere didnâ€™t listen to me. so when i got home, i called lilly. i wanted to say, â€œi canâ€™t help you tomorrow. i have to spend the day with my grandmother.â€™â€™ but no one answered the phone. the moscovitz family were out.
saturday, october 11th, 9:30 a. i called lilly early this morning. this was our conversation. â€œyou have to spend the day with your grandmother?' she said angrily. â€œi donâ€™t believe you, mia. why didnâ€™t you say â€˜noâ€™ to your grandmother? we always spend saturdays together.â€™â€™ â€œlilly, you donâ€™t know my grandmother,â€ i said. â€œsheâ€™s scary. i canâ€™t just say â€˜noâ€™ to her.â€™â€™ â€œi donâ€™t know your grandmother,â€ said lilly. â€œthatâ€™s true, mia. i donâ€™t know anything about her. itâ€™s very strange. you know all about my grandparents.â€™â€™
iâ€™ve never introduced lilly to grandmere because grandmere hates children. also, she hates hearing about poor peoplesâ€™ problems. lilly makes tv films about the problems of poor people. i canâ€™t introduce lilly to grandmere now. iâ€™m a princess. i donâ€™t want lilly to know about my future life in genovia. â€œwell, come to my place tonight,â€ lilly said. â€œi have to finish my film. you can help me.â€™â€™ then she hung up the phone. now iâ€™m in the car with lars. weâ€™ve just arrived at the plaza hotel. iâ€™m going to meet grandmere. chapter 6: blond hair and fake nails
saturday, october 11th. late afternoon i can never go to school again. i can never go anywhere again. iâ€™m so embarrassed. i look awful. iâ€™m really angry with grandmere. this morning, she was waiting for me in the entrance of the plaza hotel. â€œon y va,â€ she said, which in english means, â€œletâ€™s go.â€™â€™ â€œletâ€™s go where?â€ i asked. â€œchez paolo,â€ said grandmere. chez paolo means â€œpaulâ€™s house.â€™â€™
â€œmaybe grandmere has a friend called paul,â€ i thought. â€œand maybe weâ€™re going to his house.â€™â€™ but chez paolo wasnâ€™t a house. it was a beauty salon, and paolo was a stylist. he makes ordinary people like me look beautiful. that is paoloâ€™s job. first, he cut my hair short. then, he colored it blond. my real fingernails are very ugly because i bite them. so he stuck beautiful long fingernails made of plastic on top of my own nails.
then he put makeup on my face. when paolo had finished, i looked in a mirror. i got a shock. he had turned me into a different person! then grandmere took me to some very expensive shoe shops and clothes shops. she bought me four pairs of shoes, and lots of clothes. grandmereâ€™s very happy because i donâ€™t look like mia thermopolis any more. mia thermopolis never had blond hair or fake fingernails. mia thermopolis never wore makeup, or beautiful, expensive shoes and clothes. but iâ€™m not happy at all. who am i now? i donâ€™t know.
iâ€™m not mia thermopolis. grandmere is turning me into someone else. as soon as i got home, i tried to talk to my dad. but he didnâ€™t listen to me. â€œwhatâ€™s the problem, mia?â€ he said. â€œyou look beautiful. i like your new hairstyle. itâ€™s very nice.â€™â€™ my mom came out of her bedroom. she was wearing a new skirt and top, and she looked great. she was going out on another date with mr gianini. my dad stared at her. â€œmia,â€ said my mom, â€œyour grandmother is just trying to prepare you.â€™â€™
â€œprepare me for what?â€ i said. â€œiâ€™m the princess of genovia but i donâ€™t want anyone to know this.â€™â€™ â€œtheyâ€™ll find out about you soon,â€ said my mom. â€œmaybe theyâ€™ll read your story in the newspaper.â€™â€™ â€œwhy will it be in the newspaper?â€ i asked. my mom and dad looked at each other. then my dad took out his wallet. he opened it and took out some money. â€œall right, mia,â€ he said. â€œhow much do you want?â€ i was shocked. so was my mom.
â€œiâ€™m serious,â€ he said. â€œthe thermopolis-renaldo agreement isnâ€™t working. i want your grandmother to turn you into a princess. so iâ€™ll pay you to go to the princess lessons. how much do you want, mia?â€ i started to speak. i didnâ€™t want any money. but my dad said, â€œlisten. iâ€™ll give one hundred dollars a day to greenpeace. the money will arrive with a letter from you. the money will help greenpeace to save a lot of whales. but, youâ€™ll learn how to be a princess. do you agree?â€
i want to work for greenpeace when i leave school. if i pay them all that money, theyâ€™ll have to give me a job! so i agreed. iâ€™ll learn to be a princess. evening: lilly moscovitz and i had a fightâ€”a big argument. she isnâ€™t my friend any more! this is what happened. i couldnâ€™t help lilly with her film this morning. i had to go out with grandmere. so lilly told me to help her this evening. when i walked into the moscovitzesâ€™ apartment, she stared at my hair. â€œwhat happened to you?â€ she said in a shocked voice.
â€œmy grandmother took me to a guy called paolo. heâ€”â€ but lilly wouldnâ€™t let me finish my explanation. â€œyour hair is the same color as lana weinbergerâ€™s,â€ she said. â€œand what are those things on your fingers? are those fake fingernails! lana weinberger has those too! youâ€™re turning into lana weinberger!â€ i started to get angry. i am not turning into lana weinberger. â€œthis wasnâ€™t my idea,â€ i said. â€œit was my grandmotherâ€™s decision. i had to agree.â€™â€™ â€œwhy didnâ€™t you say â€˜noâ€™ to your grandmother?â€ said lilly. â€œi asked you to help me. but you said â€˜no.â€™
then your grandmother told someone to cut off your hair. she told them to color it yellow. and you let her do this.â€™â€™ i got really mad. it had been a very difficult day. â€œlilly!â€ i said angrily. â€œshut up,â€ iâ€™ve never told lilly to shut up before. why was lilly telling me what to do? then michael came out of his bedroom. when he saw me, he looked very surprised. â€œwhat did you just say to me?â€ said lilly. she was angry now. â€œmy mom, my dad, my grandmother and my teachers are always telling me what to do,â€ i said.
â€œyouâ€™re my friend. now youâ€™re telling me what to do too.â€™â€™ â€œwhat is your problem?â€ said lilly. â€œi donâ€™t have a problem,â€ i said. â€œbut you seem to have a big problem with me. so iâ€™m leaving. and,â€ i said, opening the door, â€œmy hair is not yellow.â€™â€™ i went home and took a hot bath. then i picked up fat louie and got into bed. lilly hasnâ€™t called and apologized. iâ€™m not going to call her first. i looked in the mirror a few minutes ago. my hair doesnâ€™t look so bad.
11:59 pm. lilly still hasnâ€™t called. sunday, october 12th. morning something has just happened. it was very embarrassing. i walked into the kitchen to get some breakfast. my mom and mr gianini were sitting at the table. they were eating pancakes. they were very surprised to see me. â€œwhat are you doing here, mia?â€ asked mom. â€œyou were going to stay at lillyâ€™s place last night.â€™â€™
i didnâ€™t reply. at that moment, i wanted to be at lillyâ€™s place. i didnâ€™t want to see mr gianini having breakfast in our kitchen. he had spent the night at our place with my mom. i didnâ€™t want to know this. â€œfrank missed his train home last night,â€ said my mom. â€œso i asked him to spend the night here. he slept on the couch in the living room.â€™â€™ she was lyingâ€”i knew that. but i didnâ€™t say anything. late morning after breakfast, my mom and mr gianini went to central park.
they asked me to go with them. but i didnâ€™t go. i have lots of homework to do. thatâ€™s what i told them. maybe theyâ€™ll kiss each other. i didnâ€™t want to see that. people kiss on tv and thatâ€™s ok. but my mom kissing my algebra teacher? no! afternoon iâ€™ve just turned on my computer. iâ€™ve got an e-mail from michael moscovitz. heâ€™s going to help me with my extra algebra. i canâ€™t believe it! wasnâ€™t that nice of michael? chapter 7: a new friend
sunday, october 12th. late evening my dad called me after lunch. â€œi want you to come to the plaza hotel this evening. i want you to have dinner with me and grandmere,â€ he said. â€œiâ€™ll send lars to pick you up in the car.â€™â€™ when i told mom, she looked happy. â€˜that s ok,â€™ she said. â€œiâ€™ll stay here. iâ€™ll order some food from my favorite thai restaurant. iâ€™ll watch tv.â€™â€™ dinner at the plaza was very boring.
i couldnâ€™t eat most of the food because it was meat. but i ate some fish, and some chocolate ice cream. dad kept asking me questions about mom and mr gianini. â€œdo you feel ok about your mom dating your algebra teacher?â€ he asked. why is my dad asking me this? my mom likes mr gianiniâ€”i know that. but does she love him? i donâ€™t know. i didnâ€™t tell my dad about mr gianini staying the night. when i got home, i saw two empty cartons of thai food in the kitchen. â€œwas mr gianini here for dinner?â€ i asked my mom.
â€œoh, no,â€ she said quickly. â€œi was very hungry, so i ordered two meals.â€™â€™ my mom has told me two lies today about mr gianini. monday, october 13th. morning this morning, i asked lars to stop the car at lillyâ€™s apartment building. i wanted her to ride to school with us. but she had already left her apartment. i usually sit with lilly in our school cafeteria at lunchtime. but today, a boy called boris pelkowski was sitting beside lilly. he was sitting in the seat where i usually sit. lilly likes boris pelkowski because heâ€™s a great musician.
boris comes from russia and he plays the violin. he also wears his clothes in a weird way. i got a plate of salad and looked around. most of the tables in the cafeteria were full of students. â€œwho can i sit with?â€ i thought. tina hakim baba was sitting at one of the tables. no other students were sitting with her. tinaâ€™s parents are very rich. her father comes from saudi arabia and he owns an oil company. tinaâ€™s parents are frightened of kidnappers.
mr and mrs hakim baba donâ€™t want kidnappers to take tina. kidnappers usually want lots of money before they release a person. people have been hurt or killed by their kidnappers. tinaâ€™s parents are very careful. they send her to school in a limousine with a bodyguard. the bodyguard follows tina everywhere. all the other students call tina a freak. tina was reading a book and the bodyguard was sitting beside her. tina had a plate of salad, just like me.
but she hadnâ€™t chosen a salad because sheâ€™s a vegetarian. sheâ€™d chosen it because sheâ€™s a little heavy. she wants to lose weight. i walked over to her table and put my plate down. â€œcan i sit here?â€ i asked. tina looked up in surprise. she looked at me and then she looked at the bodyguard. the bodyguard nodded. tina laid her book on the table and smiled. she has large brown eyes and a nice smile. â€œyes,â€ she said. â€œplease sit with me.â€™â€™
tina and i ate our salads and talked about school. thereâ€™s going to be a dance at albert einstein on saturday. i asked tina if she had a date for the dance. â€œa boy from trinity is taking me to the dance,â€ she replied. trinity is a school for rich boys. i liked talking to tina. she wasnâ€™t a freak at all. she was really nice. when she got up to get a drink, i looked at the book beside her plate. tina was reading a romantic novel called my name is amanda. lana weinberger walked over to the table.
â€˜â€˜what has happened to your hair, mia?'' she said loudly. â€œitâ€™s a horrible yellow color. then tina came back, holding an ice cream. she gave the ice cream to me. â€˜â€˜oh, tina," said lana, â€œdid you buy that ice cream for mia? did your daddy give you money to buy a new friend?" tina was very hurt by lana's words and her eyes filled with tears. i felt very angry with lana. suddenly, i took the ice cream and pushed it onto lana's sweater. everyone in the cafeteria stopped talking. they stared at us. â€œlook at what you've done!" lana screamed. i stood up, and picked up my plate of salad.
â€œcome on, tina,â€ i said. â€œlet s go somewhere quieter.â€™â€™ tina picked up her salad and followed me. her bodyguard followed too. he was laughing. lilly moscovitz was staring at me. her mouth was open with shock. late afternoon i'm in a lot of trouble. i'm sitting in principal gupta s office. principal gupta is the head of the school. i was sent here because i pushed ice cream into lana weinberger s sweater. pm worried. what s going to happen?
principal gupta has punished me. she has given me a weekâ€™s detention. every day next week, i have to stay for an hour after school, and do extra work. i also have to do my extra algebra every day with mr gianini, and the princess classes with grandmere. â€œlanaâ€™s sweater has to be cleaned and you must pay,â€ said principal gupta. â€œand you must apologize to her.â€™â€™ â€œi'm sorry. principal gupta,â€ i said, â€œi'll pay for lanaâ€™s sweater to be cleaned. but i wonâ€™t apologize to her.â€™â€™ principal gupta was surprised, but she wasnâ€™t angry with me.
â€œmia,â€ she said quietly, â€œi'm worried. youâ€™ve never been in trouble before. it... it is everything all right? do you have any problems at home?â€ i thought about all my problems. my mom is dating my algebra teacher. my best friend hates me. i'm fourteen and iâ€™ve never had a date. iâ€™m too tall and too thin. and iâ€™m the princess of genovia. but i didnâ€™t want to talk about these things with principal gupta. â€œeverythingâ€™s fine,â€ i lied. â€œyouâ€™re a very special person,â€ said principal gupta. â€œyouâ€™re good and kind.
lana weinberger is just like you. sheâ€™s a very nice girl too.â€™â€™ principal gupta doesnâ€™t understand. lana weinberger isnâ€™t like me at all! tuesday, october 14th when lars and i arrived at school this morning, tina hakim baba was arriving at the same time. we smiled at each other, and went into school together. her bodyguard followed us. â€œi told my parents what happened yesterday,â€ said tina. â€œi told them what lana said. i told them about your fight with lana. theyâ€™ve invited you to dinner on friday. you can stay the night at my house.â€™â€™
â€œok,â€ i said. i smiled: â€œthanks.â€™â€™ i like tina. sheâ€™s nice to me. iâ€™ve just heard some news and i canâ€™t believe it. lilly is going to the dance on saturday. sheâ€™s going with boris pelkowski! iâ€™m the only girl in my class who doesnâ€™t have a date for the dance. the only one. why am i such a freak? chapter 8: in the news tuesday, october 14th. evening this afternoon, while michael moscovitz was helping me with my algebra, he asked me a strange question.
â€œare you doing anything on saturday evening?â€™â€™ a teacher came into the room before i could reply but i knew what michael was going to ask me. he wanted me to meet him on saturday he was going to help me. he was going to give me some extra algebra work. i donâ€™t want to do extra algebraâ€”not on the weekend. grandmere is very happy she heard about my friendship with tina hakim baba. tinaâ€™s father is a rich saudi arabian prince. he knows lots of other rich people. wednesday, october 15 th when i got to school today, lots of kids were staring at me.
maybe there was something wrong with my hair. i went into the girlsâ€™ room to look in the mirror. some girls saw me. they ran out of the room, laughing. a weird thing just happened to me. josh richter, the most popular boy in the school, came up to me. â€œhi, mia.â how are you?â€ he asked. i couldnâ€™t answer. josh richter never speaks to me. then he bent down until hi face was close to my face. his eyes are very blue.
â€œsee you later,â€ he said softly. then he walked away. principal guptaoffice now i know why everyone was staring at me. i know why the girls ran out of the girlsâ€™ room. i know why they laughed at me. i know why josh richter spoke to me. my story is in the news! my picture is on the cover of a newspaperâ€”the new york post the picture shows me leaving the plaza hotel on sunday night. over the photo are the words: princess amelia. new yorkâ€™s royal princess.
mr gianini saw the picture on his way to work. he called my mom, but she didnâ€™t hear the phone. so he called my dad at the plaza hotel. my dad told him to bring me to principal guptaâ€™s office. while i waited for my dad, i looked at the new york post on principal guptaâ€™s desk. i read the story about me. it was by a reporter called carol fernandez. she wrote about my mom and dad too. she called my mom, â€œthe black-haired artist, helen thermopolis.â€™â€™ she called my dad, â€œthe handsome prince, philippe of genovia.â€™â€™
and she called me, â€œthe tall and beautiful princess of genovia.â€™â€™ carol fernandez must be crazy. iâ€™m not beautiful! â€œmia, youâ€™re a princess,â€ said principal gupta. â€œwhy didnâ€™t you tell me?â€ â€œi didnâ€™t want anyone to know,â€ i said. here comes my dad now. iâ€™m mad with my dad. he made me stay at school and go back to my classes. â€œyou donâ€™t understand, dad,â€ i said. â€œall the kids are laughing at me. why did you tell carol fernandez about me?â€ â€œme?â€ said my dad in a surprised voice. â€œi didnâ€™t tell that reporter anything.â€™â€™
then he looked mr gianini. mr gianini was standing by the door. his hands were in his pockets. â€œit wasnâ€™t me,â€ replied mr gianini. â€œi didnâ€™t speak to carol fernandez. i hadnâ€™t heard of genovia until this morning.â€™â€™ â€œwell, somebody told the newspapers about mia,â€ said my dad. â€œiâ€™m going to call carol fernandez and ask her.â€™â€™ then he told lars to go with me to my classroom. â€œdad, i donâ€™t need a bodyguard,â€ i said. â€œmia,â€ said my dad. â€œgenovia is a small country but itâ€™s very rich.
maybe someone will try to kidnap you.â€™â€™ â€œdad, no one is going to kidnap me,â€ i said. but my dad didnâ€™t listen. now i have a bodyguard, just like tma hakim baba. everyone will laugh at me even more. suddenly iâ€™m very popular. when i walked into the cafeteria at lunchtime, lana weinberger came up to me. â€œhey, amelia,â€ she said. â€œcome and sit with us!â€ lana wants to be my friend now, because iâ€™m a princess.
â€œno, thanks, lana,â€ i said. â€œi have someone to sit with.â€™â€™ i went to sit with tina. lana looked shocked. everyone in the cafeteria was staring at our table. tina looked at me sadly, but she didnâ€™t say anything. â€œtina,â€ i said at last. â€œif you donâ€™t want to sit with me, iâ€™ll understand.â€™â€™ tinaâ€™s eyes filled with tears. â€œwhat do you mean, mia?â€ she said. â€œdonâ€™t you like me any more?â€ â€œof course i like you,â€ i said. â€œbut everyone is staring at us because of me.â€™â€™
â€œno, mia,â€ she said. â€œtheyâ€™re not staring because of you. everyone always stares at me. they stare at me because of wahim.â€™â€™ wahim is tmaâ€™s bodyguard. he and lars were sitting together at our table. the two men were talking about guns. i got mad then. i wasnâ€™t mad with tina. i was mad with everyone else at albert einstein high school. nobody talks to tina.
â€œsheâ€™s a freak,â€ they say. â€œsheâ€™s weird.â€™â€™ but sheâ€™s a really nice girl. â€œi want to sit with you, tina,â€ i said. tina looked happier then. she started reading another romance today. she told me all about it. when michael moscovitz was helping me with my algebra, we had this conversation. lilly joined in too. michael: so youâ€™re the princess of genovia? when were you going to tell your friends? me: i didnâ€™t want anyone to know. michael: why? itâ€™s not a bad thing. me: are you joking? of course itâ€™s bad.
i donâ€™t want a different life. i donâ€™t want to be a princess. lilly: mia, your dad has more than three hundred million dollars. heâ€™s never worked for it. i read this in a newspaper. did this money come from the poor people of genovia? michael: lilly, no one in genovia has to pay anything to their government. the country is very rich. everyone in genovia has a good education. maybe miaâ€™s father gets paid well because he works very hard for his country. youâ€™re jealous. lilly: i am not! michael: yes, you are.
mia got a new hairstyle, and she didnâ€™t ask for your advice first. thatâ€™s why youâ€™re jealous. then you stopped talking to her, and she found a new friend. all this time, mia had a secret. and she didnâ€™t tell you about it. lilly (to michael): michael, shut up! michael (to me): does this guy (pointing to lars) follow you everywhere? does he go with you on dates? will he go with you to the dance this weekend? me: no, because no one has asked me. chapter 9: iâ€™m famous! wednesday, october 15th. evening
iâ€™m famous. when lars and i walked out of the school today, there were reporters everywhere. they started taking photos and shouting questions. â€œsmile, please, amelia!â€ â€œhey, amelia, whatâ€™s it like being a princess?â€ i was frightened but lars helped me. first, he told me not to say anything. then he put his arm around me. he pushed me through the crowd of photographers and reporters. he pushed me into the back seat of dadâ€™s car. then he jumped in beside me. â€œdrive!â€ shouted lars.
i didnâ€™t know the man who was driving the car. my dad was sitting next to him. â€œwhere will i go to school now. dad?â€ i asked. â€œyou can stay at albert einstein high school,â€ said my dad. â€œlars will go with you every day. heâ€™ll protect you.â€™â€™ â€œwho will drive your car?â€ i asked. â€œhans,â€ said my dad, pointing to the driver. â€œheâ€™s my driver now.â€™â€™ â€œwill lars go everywhere with me?â€ i asked. â€œyes,â€ said my dad. suddenly, i understood.
iâ€™ll never be able to go anywhere alone again. â€œi donâ€™t want to be a princess any more,â€ i said. â€œyou can take back your money. tell grandmere to go back to france. iâ€™ve had enough.â€™â€™ â€œitâ€™s too late, mia,â€ said my dad. â€œyou are the princess of genovia. everyone knows that. tomorrow, there will be photos of you in every newspaper in america.â€™â€™ later my mom spoke to my dad. now heâ€™s mad with her. â€œclarisse talked to carol fernandez about mia, didnâ€™t she?â€ said mom.
â€œmy mother didnâ€™t tell that reporter about mia,â€ said my dad angrily. â€œwhy do you think that? maybe your boyfriend, frank gianini, spoke to the reporter.â€™â€™ then my mom got mad too. â€œget out,â€ she said in a cold voice. â€œleave my apartment.â€™â€™ â€œyou donâ€™t like my mother, so you canâ€™t see the truth,â€™ said my dad angrily. â€˜the truth?â€ said my mom, â€œi'll tell you the truth, philippe". - your mother i went to my room. i didnâ€™t want to hear the fight between my parents. but is my mom right? did grandmere tell carol fernandez about me? thursday, october 16th
this morning, my picture was on the covers of the daily news newspaper, and the magazine new york newsday, the picture was also in the new york times. there were more reporters waiting for me outside school today. lars held my arm and we ran into school together. as we ran, the reporters were shouting questions. â€œamelia, who do you like bestâ€”leonardo dicaprio or prince william?â€ â€œprincess amelia, why donâ€™t you eat meat?â€ something very surprising has happened. i was in the cafeteria with tina and lars and wahim.
we were eating our lunch. suddenly, lana weinberger put her tray down next to mine. iâ€™m not jokingâ€”lana weinberger sat beside me. then someone else put down a tray on the table. it was josh richter. â€œhey,â€ he said. he sat down in the seat next to me, and started eating. â€œare you going to the school dance this weekend, mia?â€ asked lana. â€œjoshâ€™s parents are away. after the dance, weâ€™re all going to a party at joshâ€™s place. will you come too?â€
â€œiâ€™m sorry,â€ i said. â€œi canâ€™t.â€™â€™ lana stared at me. â€œwhat do you mean, you can't?â€ she said. iâ€™ve heard about the seniorsâ€™ parties. everyone drinks lots of alcohol and gets very drunk. â€œmy mom wonâ€™t let me go to a party like that,â€ i said. â€œdonâ€™t tell your mom the truth,â€ lana said. â€œsay to her, â€˜iâ€™m spending the night with a girlfriend.â€™ but i could never tell this lie to my mom.
â€œiâ€™m sorry,â€ i said, â€œeveryone drinks a lot of alcohol at those parties. i donâ€™t drink alcohol. alcohol is a poison. i donâ€™t like putting poison into my body.â€™â€™ â€œi can understand that,â€ said josh richter suddenly. â€œjosh!â€ said lana, laughing. â€œyou drink more than anyone in the whole school.â€™â€™ josh didnâ€™t laugh. he just stared at lana with his blue eyes. it wasnâ€™t a very nice stare. when classes finished, josh was waiting outside my classroom. â€œhey,â€ he said. then he smiled.
it was a big smile that showed all his teeth. they were very white. â€œare you going to the dance with anyone?â€ he asked. i dropped my book in surprise. i bent down to pick it up. â€œn-no,â€ i said in a weak voice. â€œoh. well, iâ€™ll see you,â€ said josh. then he left. iâ€™m still shocked. josh richter talked to me today. twice. this evening, grandmere wanted to have dinner at an expensive restaurant. she wanted us to go outside the plaza hotel for a meal.
â€œthere will be reporters outside,â€ she said. â€œiâ€™ll teach you what to do.â€™â€™ but when we came out of the hotel, the reporters werenâ€™t there. â€œwait one minute,â€™' said grandmere. she went back into the hotel. i got into the car. she came out of the hotel again a little later. when we arrived at the restaurant, lots of reporters were waiting. i was very surprised. immediately, they started taking photos and shouting questions. i turned to grandmere. â€œyou called these reporters, didnâ€™t you? you told them about our plan to eat here.
did you tell carol fernandez about me too? did you give her my story for her newspaper?â€ â€œof course,â€ said grandmere. â€œyou have to learn how to live with reporters, amelia. it s part of being a princess.â€™â€™ â€œdad and mom had a big fight about the report in the new york posty'' i said. â€œbut mr gianini didnâ€™t talk to carol fernandez, did he? you did. iâ€™m going to tell dad the truth. heâ€™s going to be really mad at you, grandmere.â€™â€™ â€œno, he wonâ€™t be mad,â€ she said. â€œthat story in the post was only the beginning. soon youâ€™ll be on the cover of vogue magazine, and thenâ€”â€ â€œgrandmere!â€ i shouted. â€œl donâ€™t want to be on the cover of vogue!â€
when i got home, i called my dad. â€œdad, grandmere told carol fernandez everything about me,â€ i said. â€œit wasnâ€™t mr gianini.â€™â€™ â€œi know,â€ he said in an unhappy voice. â€œwell,â€ i said, â€œyou have to apologize to mom.â€™â€™ later, my dad called my mom. afterwards she looked very happy. maybe my dad apologized to her. chapter 10: my first date friday, october 17 th josh and lana have broken up! i can t believe this.
josh has ended his relationship with lana. he doesnâ€™t want her as his girlfriend any more. everyone in school is talking about it. when i saw lana, she looked awful. her eyes were redâ€” she had been crying. after the first lesson josh richter came up to me after my english class. â€œhey, mia, who are you going with to the dance tomorrow?â€™â€™ he asked. â€œer.... no one,â€ i replied. â€œwell, why donâ€™t we go together?â€ he said.
i couldnâ€™t speak for a minute. josh richter and me on a date!!! then i heard a tiny voice inside my head. he's only asking you because you re the princess of genovia. but i didnâ€™t want to listen to the voice. â€œyeah, ok,â€ i said. â€œthat might be fun.â€™â€™ â€œfine,â€ said josh. â€œiâ€™ll come for you at seven oâ€™clock. weâ€™ll go to a restaurantâ€”tavern on the greenâ€”and have dinner first.â€™â€™ iâ€™m going to the dance with josh, and lilly has found out.
now sheâ€™s speaking to me again. but she only says bad things about josh. â€œheâ€™s just broken up with lana,â€ she said. â€œhe broke up with her sixteen hours ago. then this afternoon he asks you out. heâ€™s bad, mia. and he takes drugs.â€™â€™ some of joshâ€™s friends take drugsâ€”this is true. but does josh take drugs? i canâ€™t believe that. lana looks so sad, and josh doesnâ€™t seem to care. he and his friends sat with tina and me at lunch today.
but josh and his friends didnâ€™t talk to us. they just talked to each other. i feel bad about lana. but i still want to go to the dance with josh. my princess class with grandmere ended after an hour. this is because iâ€™m going to spend the night at tinaâ€™s place. i told grandmere about the dance and joshâ€™s invitation. grandmere was very pleased. she called a famous fashion company. she made an appointment for me tomorrow. iâ€™m going to their store to choose a new dress. after i left grandmereâ€™s suite, i went to tmaâ€™s huge, luxury apartment.
tina has three little sisters and a baby brother. she also has a big tv in her room, and a sony playstation. tinaâ€™s parents are really nice. mr hakim baba isnâ€™t well. he has a problem with his heart. he canâ€™t eat meat. he only eats vegetables and rice. mrs hakim baba is very beautiful. sheâ€™s british and she has blond hair. she used to be a fashion model. her picture was once on the cover of vogue, but she doesnâ€™t work now.
tina showed me her dress for the dance. itâ€™s very pretty. she looks much more like a princess than i do. saturday, october 18th when i got home, mr gianini was there. â€œhas josh called?â€ i asked my mom. â€œyou donâ€™t mean josh richter, do you?â€ asked mr gianini. â€œyes,â€ i said. â€œiâ€™m going to the dance with josh tonight.â€™â€™ â€œbut what about lana weinberger?â€ asked mr gianini in a surprised voice. â€œshe is joshâ€™s girlfriend.â€™â€™
â€œthey broke up,â€™ i said. â€œwhoâ€™s josh richter?â€™ asked my mom. â€œheâ€™s the most gorgeous boy in the school,â€ i said. â€œwell, heâ€™s the most popular,â€ said mr gianini. â€œbut he isnâ€™t the right kind of boy for mia.â€™â€™ â€œoh,â€ said my mom. â€œthen i have to talk to miaâ€™s father.â€™â€™ she called my dad at the plaza hotel. as she was speaking to him, the front door bell rang.
mr gianini opened the door. â€œiâ€™m clarisse marie renaldoâ€”the dowager princess of genovia,â€ said a loud voice. â€œwho are you?' it was grandmere! she had come to our apartment. she was going to take me shopping. she stared at mr gianini. â€œgrandmere,â€ i said, â€œthey wonâ€™t let me go to the dance.â€™â€™ my mom was still talking to my dad on the phone. grandmere came into the apartment and took the phone from momâ€™s hand. â€œphilippe,â€ grandmere said into the phone. â€œyour daughter is going to the dance tonight with her boyfriend.
iâ€™m going to buy her a new dress. iâ€™m taking her to the store now.â€™â€™ then grandmere spoke quickly to my dad. she used some rude words. but she spoke in french, so only i understood her. my mom and mr gianini didnâ€™t understand what she was saying. when grandmere put the phone down, she looked around our apartment- â€œthe princess of genovia lives here?" she asked. â€œin this place?â€ â€œnow listen, clarisseâ€”said my mom angrily. â€œgo and get your coat, amelia,'â€™ said grandmere. i went to get my coat.
when i returned to the living room, my momâ€™s eyes were very red. mr gianini was looking at the floor. then i went shopping with grandmere. mom and mr gianini didnâ€™t stop me. itâ€™s after seven oâ€™clock and iâ€™m waiting for josh. iâ€™m sitting and writing my diary. iâ€™m wearing my new dress and my new shoes. my hair and my makeup and nails are perfect. my dress is pale blue silk and itâ€™s beautiful. my dad is sitting at the kitchen table. my mom keeps looking at the clock.
â€œyou can go out with josh,â€ said my dad, â€œbut lars has to go with you.â€™â€™ my dad looked at his watch. â€œitâ€™s seven" fifteen,â€ he said. â€œjosh richter is late.â€™â€™ the front door bell has just rung. josh is here! the ladies room, tavern on the green iâ€™m sitting in the ladiesâ€™ room of the restaurantâ€”tavern on the green. josh was good with my parents. my dad asked him lots of questions. questions such as: what car are you driving? what time will you be back? which college are you going to after high school?
josh answered all my dadâ€™s questions politely. he even called my dad â€œsirâ€! then josh and lars and i went down to the street. josh had come in his fatherâ€™s car. we got into it. lars drove, and josh and i sat in the back seat. we talked for a few minutes, but then a strange thing happened. josh and i didnâ€™t have anything more to say to each other. we didnâ€™t talk for the rest of the ride to the restaurant. i donâ€™t have this problem with lillyâ€™s brother michael.
michael moscovitz and i never stop talking. when we got to the restaurant, joshâ€™s friends and their girlfriends were sitting at a big table. josh ordered bottles of champagne. then, without asking me, he ordered steaks too. but iâ€™m a vegetarian and i wonâ€™t eat meat. i havenâ€™t eaten my steak and josh hasnâ€™t noticed. heâ€™s talking and laughing with his friends. he hasnâ€™t spoken to me since we got to the restaurant. he has ordered more and more champagne.
why does he want to drink so much? this evening is not going well, so i came into the ladiesâ€™ room. but iâ€™ll have to go back to the table soon. chapter 11: the wrong kind of boy saturday, october 18th. evening. the girlsâ€™ room, albert einstein high school iâ€™ve found out the truth about josh. i canâ€™t believe what heâ€™s done! ! we stayed in the restaurant for a long time.
josh and his friends drank nine bottles of champagne. we were late getting to the dance. when we arrived at the school, there were lots of news reportersâ€™ vans outside the building. there was a big crowd of reporters. they were shining big bright lights onto the steps at the front of the school. some reporters were checking their cameras and tape recorders. others were talking on their cellphones. they were all waiting for someoneâ€”me! who told all the reporters that i was coming to the dance?not grandmere this time.
lars was very angry when he saw the crowd. but josh didnâ€™t care. â€œcome on,â€ he said to me. â€œweâ€™ll run up the steps into the school while lars parks the car.â€™â€™ josh held my hand and pulled me out of the car. then he pulled me up the steps to the school doors. when the reporters saw me, they shouted, â€œitâ€™s her! itâ€™s princess mia!â€ they started taking pictures and shouting questions. the lights of the camerasâ€™ flashbulbs were very bright. i couldnâ€™t see where i was going. i held joshâ€™s hand tightly. at last, i saw the school doors in front of us. josh stopped. below us, the reporters were screaming questions and taking photos.
â€œkiss her! kiss her!â€ they shouted. suddenly josh turned toward me and kissed me on the lips. at once, all the camerasâ€™ flashbulbs went off. the reporters were taking pictures of princess miaâ€™s first kiss. but i didnâ€™t feel happy and romantic. i felt embarrassed. josh turned to the reporters. he waved his hand and smiled. then he opened the doors to the school and pushed me inside. my friends were standing inside the school hallâ€”tina and her boyfriend, lilly and boris. mr gianini, and other students from school were there too.
everyone was looking at me. i couldnâ€™t think clearly. josh richter had just kissed me on the lips. he had kissed me, and all the reporters had taken a picture. then i realized the truth. josh wanted to date a princess. so he broke up with lana. then he invited me to the dance. he told the reporters about the dance. he told them about me. he wanted to get his picture in the papers with me. i turned and stared at josh.
â€œwhy did you kiss me in front of everyone?â€ i asked angrily. â€œthe reporters were shouting â€˜kiss her! kiss her!â€™â€ said josh. â€œthey wanted a good photo. so i kissed you.â€™â€™ â€œyou didnâ€™t kiss me because you like me,â€ i said. â€œyou kissed me because iâ€™m the princess of genovia.â€™â€™ â€œof course i like you,â€ said josh. â€œno,â€ i said. â€œyou donâ€™t care about me. you donâ€™t know me. you donâ€™t know my feelings or thoughts. you havenâ€™t asked what i like.
you ordered a steak for my dinner, but you didnâ€™t ask me first.â€™â€™ my friends were all staring at josh. â€œmia is a vegetarian, you idiot,â€ said lilly. â€œoh, sorry,â€ said josh. but he didnâ€™t sound very sorry. â€œare you ready to dance?â€ i didnâ€™t reply. i didnâ€™t want to dance with josh. i turned and walked away into the girlsâ€™ room. tomorrow, pictures of josh kissing me will be in all the newspapers.
will the words; young royal is in love be above the pictures? iâ€™m not in love with josh any more. i donâ€™t want a boyfriend like him. he only wants me because iâ€™m a princess. when my dad sees the photos, heâ€™s going to be really mad. then i heard lilly and tinaâ€™s voices. they had come into the girlsâ€™ room. â€œare you ok, mia?â€ lilly asked in a kind voice. â€œiâ€™m sorry about everything. come and join us.â€™â€™ â€œi canâ€™t,â€ i said. â€œyou all have dates. i donâ€™t have one.â€™â€™ â€œmichael is here,â€ said lilly. â€œhe doesnâ€™t have a date.â€™â€™
michael moscovitz is at the dance? iâ€™m coming out! sunday, october 19th. lillyâ€™s place lilly and i arenâ€™t fighting any more. and lilly and tina have become friends. there werenâ€™t any pictures of josh kissing me in the newspapers today. there was more important news. yesterday, iran attacked afghanistan. all the news reports were about the fighting. i had a wonderful time with michael at the dance.
we talked a lot, and we danced together. it was wonderful standing close to michael and holding him. then we all went back to lillyâ€™s place in tinaâ€™s car. i called my mom. she let me stay with lilly last night. this morning i woke up early. i can hear lillyâ€™s family making breakfast in the kitchen. i am so happy! evening. my apartment grandmere and dad came here this afternoon. they wanted to know about the dance.
i didnâ€™t tell dad about my kiss with josh. i spoke to lars earlier. he promised not to tell my dad either! i wonâ€™t have any princess classes for a whole week. grandmere is going away for several days. later in the afternoon, i took grandmere up to the roof of our apartment. my mom and dad came out onto the roof too. there is a wonderful view of the city from our roof. you can see all of manhattan and the hudson river. the sun was just going down, and the sky was purple and pink and orange.
we all stood on the roof and watched the beautiful sunset. i felt very peaceful and happy. maybe everything is going to be all right. maybe my life as a princess will be ok too!