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Itwouldbeeasytobea
princessifIweredressedin
clothofgold,butitisagreat
dealmoreofatriumphtobe
oneallthetimewhennoone
knowsit.
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FrancesHodgson
Burnett,ALittlePrincess
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Wednesday,May6
9:45A.M.BiologyClass
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Middle school has not been
workingout theway Ihoped
itwould.
Of course, my
expectations were somewhat
high. Id heard such great
things. Everyone always
goes, In middle school you
gettodothisandInmiddle
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schoolyougettodothat.
No one ever toldme, In
middle school Annabelle
Jenkinsisgoingtothreatento
beat you up by the flagpole
forabsolutelynoreason.
But thats exactly what
happened just now when
AnnabelleJenkinsshovedme
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in the hallway after second
period.
My first thoughtwas that
it all had to be a mistake.
What have I ever done to
AnnabelleJenkins?
ThatswhyIsaid,Thats
okay! to Annabelle as I
squatted down and gathered
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up the pages that had spilled
frommyorganizer.Ichecked
and saw that my pink
schedulewasstilltapedtothe
insidecover.Phew!
Iknowitsweird that its
May and I still worry about
losingmyclassschedule,but
I cant help it. You get a
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demeritifyouloseyourclass
schedule.Ivegonethewhole
year without getting a
demerit.
Plus I like knowing my
schedule is there inside my
organizer just in case I
suddenly get amnesia or
something.
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Dont worry, I assured
Annabelle as I stood up. I
stillhavemyschedule.
Thats when Annabelle
did something really weird.
And I mean, really weird,
especially for the most
popular, prettiest girl in the
sixth grade at Cranbrook
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MiddleSchool.
Sheshovedmeagain!
Shedid ithard, too.Hard
enough so that I lost my
balance and fell flat on my
buttinfrontofeveryone.
It didnt hurt (except for
mypride).
But it was still totally
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shocking,consideringthat,up
untilthatmoment,Idalways
thought that Annabelle and I
were friends. Not good
friends we dont sit
togetheratlunchoranything.
Annabelle is very selective
aboutwhosheinvitestositat
hertable.
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But we certainly arent
enemies.Wevebeen toeach
othershouses,sincemystep-
uncleworkswithAnnabelles
dad. Whenever I go to
Annabelles, she shows me
all the awards shes won for
gymnastics, and when she
comes to my house, I show
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her my wildlife drawings.
Shes never been very
impressed by them, but I
always thought things were
coolbetweenus.
Iguessnot.
Im not worried about
you losing your schedule,
Annabelle sneered. You
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think youre so great, dont
you,PrincessOlivia?
Whoa, I said,
straightening up. Annabelle,
areyouokay?
ThereasonIasked this is
because there was no reason
that I could think of for
AnnabelleJenkinsto:
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1. Knock my organizerfrommyarms.
2.Shoveme.
3.Askme if I think Imsogreat.
4.Callmeaprincess.
I thought maybe shed
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just found out her dog had
gottenrunoverorsomething,
and shewas taking it out on
me. If she even had a dog,
which Iwasnt sure. I hadnt
seen one the last time Id
beenatherhouse.Ilikedogs,
so I probably would have
noticed.
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But I guess I was wrong
about us getting along, since
the next thing that happened
was that all of Annabelles
equally pretty, popular
friendswhod gathered
around and were watching
Annabelle humiliate me
laughed even harder as
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Annabelle imitated what Id
asked her, using a high-
pitched, whiny voice that I
personallydontthinksounds
anythinglikeme.
Whoa, Annabelle, are
you okay? Annabelle
pointedatme,butglancedat
allherfriends.Oliviaissuch
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a loser, she thinks I actually
like her. She thinks were
friends.
The look on Annabelles
face made it very clear that
wewerenotnow,norhadwe
ever been, friends. Wed
probably never even gotten
along.
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Then Annabelle leaned
her face very close to mine
and said, Listen here,
Princess Olivia Grace
ClarisseMignonetteHarrison
if thats even your real
name,whichIdoubt.Imsick
of you thinking youre so
much better than me. Meet
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meat theflagpoleassoonas
school lets out today. Im
going to give you the beat-
down you deserve. And if
you tell a teacher, Ill make
suretosayyoustartedit,and
youll be the one to get a
demerit.
Then she gave me one
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more shovenot as hard as
the last oneand
disappeared,with her friends
laughing behind her, into the
throng of scarily tall seventh
and eighth graders,who take
upsomuchmorespaceinthe
hallways than us lowly sixth
graders.
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Fortunately by that time
myfriendNishihadcomeup
alongsideme.
What was that about?
Nishiasked.
Annabelle says shes
going to give me the beat-
downIdeserveafterschool,
I said. I guess I was still in
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shock, or something. It felt
likeIwaswatchingmyselfin
a movie. She called me a
princess.
Whywould shecallyou
a princess? Nishi wanted to
know. And why would she
want to give you a beat-
down?I thoughtyou twogot
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along.
SodidI,Isaid.Iguess
Iwaswrong.
Thats weird. Does she
think youre a snob, or
something?
Why would she think
Im a snob? I looked down
at my clothes, which are the
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same as Nishis, since we
have towearuniforms toour
school,whichincludeaskirt.
Imnotwildabout theskirts,
which have pleats in them.
Pleats are generally not
flattering, according to my
step-cousin Saras fashion
magazines. Do I look like a
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snob?
I dont think so, Nishi
said as people streamed
around us, trying to get to
theirnextclassbeforethebell
rang. Not any snobbier than
usual.
I gave Nishi a sarcastic
look.Gee.Thanks.
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Well, sometimes people
who like sports think people
who like to draw wildlife
illustrationsare
But Ive never been
snobby about my drawings!
Itsjustahobby.Itsnotlike
Ive won any medals for
them.
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Hmm. Weird. Maybe
youshouldtellateacher.
Annabelle said if I did,
shed say I started it and
make sure I got a demerit.
Ive gone the whole year
withoutgettingademerit.
Whywould they believe
Annabelle and not you?
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Nishiasked.
Probably because
Annabelles dads a lawyer,
I reminded her glumly.
Remember? Shes always
saying her dad will sue the
school district if things dont
goherway.
Oh, right, Nishi said,
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shaking her head. I forgot.
Well, Im sure its just a
misunderstanding. Well
figureitoutatlunch.Seeyou
then.
See you, I said, not
feelingquiteashopeful.
Then we both dived into
the hallway throng, sincewe
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didnt want to be late. At
CranbrookMiddle School, if
yourelatetoclass,youlosea
merit point. If you lose
enough merit points, they
wont let you pass on to
seventhgrade.
Now Im sittinghere still
trying to figure out what I
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could have done to make
Annabelle hate me so much,
much lesswant to giveme a
beat-down.
But Im coming up with
nothing.
Nothing except the fear
thatafterschool,Imgoingto
die.
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Wednesday,May6
10:50A.M.FrenchClass
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The thing is, Im so
completely boring and
average. It doesnt seem like
theres any reason for
Annabelletohateme.
Me: Olivia GraceClarisse Mignonette
Harrison (my real name,
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nomatterwhatAnnabelle
thinks)
Height: Average (formyage,twelve)
Weight: Average(completely within
normal body mass index
formyheight)
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Hair: Average color(brown)andlength(tothe
shoulders, though usually
Iwearitinbraidsbecause
itseasiertomanagesince
it has a tendency to frizz,
especiallyonhumiddays,
which, here in New
Jersey,happenalot)
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Skin: Average (well,brown, the result of an
African American mom
andaCaucasiandad)
Eyes: Averagenotsapphire blue, like my
step-cousin Saras, or
deep brown, like Nishis.
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My eyes are hazel. Just
plain,average,in-between
hazel. They dont even
change color in the light,
like girls eyes do in
books, flashing emerald
green when Im angry or
anything.They stayhazel
allthetime.
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So.
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Boring.
Thereareonlytwothings
aboutme that arent average,
but I dont think theyre the
reasonswhyAnnabellewants
tobeatmeup.
The first is my name:
Olivia Grace Clarisse
Mignonette Harrison (which
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for some reason Annabelle
thinksisfake,butIswearits
not).
I dont know why my
mom chose to give me so
many middle names,
especially such bizarre ones.
Mignonetteisasauceyoucan
order in restaurants toputon
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oysters.
Idontevenlikeoysters.
And there is a famous
princess whomy step-cousin
Sara likes to follow on the
gossip blogs named Princess
Amelia Mia Mignonette
Grimaldi Thermopolis
Renaldo, whose grandmother
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isnamedClarisse,soitslike
I have two royal middle
names (Clarisse and
Mignonette), which I will
admit is also bit weird.
Sometimes I wonder if my
mom was obsessed with
princessesorsomething.
But I cant ask her
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becauseshediedwhen Iwas
a baby. I never got a chance
to know her, which is too
bad, since she sounds like
someone Iwould have liked.
She was a charter jet pilot.
Thats a person who flies
private planes for other
people.
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She didnt die flying,
though.Shediedonvacation
in Mexico after crashing her
JetSki.
Ihaveneverbeenonajet
or a personal watercraft.My
aunt says theyre more
dangerous than flying a
privateplane.
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That is the second non-
averagethingaboutme.Since
my mom is dead, I have to
live with my aunt and her
husbandandhistwokids,my
step-cousins Justin and Sara.
Iveneverevenmetmybirth
dad, although he sends me
lettersandstuff.Iwriteback,
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to a post office box in New
York City, because Dad has
to travel all the time for his
job (for which he gets paid
very well. I know, because
Aunt Catherine is always
super excited when his
support check for me comes
everymonth,eventhoughshe
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andRick,herhusband,havea
very successful home design
andconstructionbusiness).
This is why Ive never
met him (my dad, I mean).
Anassistantforwardshimmy
letters from the post office
box. He lives wherever his
suitcasehappenstobe,which
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is usually somewhere like
CostaRica orAbuDhabi (at
least according to his
postcards).
This is an unstable
atmosphereinwhichtobring
up a child, according tomy
auntCatherine.
My aunt Catherine and
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my step-uncle, Rick, provide
a stable enough atmosphere
inwhichtobringupachild,I
guess,butsometimesIwishI
could live with my dad. I
know wed have the best
times on his archaeological
digs,eventhoughtherearent
anyschoolsorcleandrinking
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water there, only mosquitoes
and,accordingtoonemovieI
saw,Nazis.
Okay, Dads never
specifically said hes an
archaeologist, and Aunt
Catherinedoesntlikeitwhen
Iaskquestionsabouthim,but
Imprettysure thatshowhe
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andmymommet.Shehadto
havebeenthepilotononeof
hisexpeditions.
Thats probably why my
dad can only communicate
withmeby letter.Seeingme
in person would be too
painful a reminderof all that
helost(notthatImbeautiful
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like my mom was, because
Im so average looking, but
myauntCatherinesaysIhave
my mothers bone structure
and could grow up to be
attractivesomeday).
Itsallgood,though.Dad
explained that when I get
lonely or frustrated, I should
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pour out my feelings in my
diary (which he sent me
although I never seem to
have itwithmewhen I need
it, so I justwrite inwhatever
is handy, such asmy French
notebook,likenow).
Dad says he knows
someonewhokeptadiaryfor
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a long time, and it always
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helped her. I assume hes
referring to my mother, and
he just cant bear to say her
name (which is Elizabeth)
because her beauty haunts
him.
Still, even though I never
mention this in my letters to
my dad, the thing I getmost
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frustrated about is that I am
basicallyhalfanorphan.
Not that anyone ever
treatsmethisway,ofcourse.
No one ever forces me to
sleepinacupboardunderthe
stairs like Harry Potter (we
dont even have a cupboard
under the stairs)or sweepup
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cinders like Cinderella (our
fireplaces are all gas and
Uncle Rick wired them so
youcanswitch themonwith
aremotecontrol,notthatIm
allowedto).
I havemyown roomand
everything. Aunt Catherine
and her husband treat me
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almost just like Im one of
UncleRickskids, so I dont
haveanyrighttocomplain.
Except that I do get sad
sometimes that Im not
allowed to have a dog or cat
(because Uncle Rick is
allergic and Aunt Catherine
doesnt want pet hair getting
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on her designer furniture or
carpets).
It also kind of bums me
out that Aunt Catherine and
Uncle Ricks company,
OToole Designs, has been
hired to build a fancy new
mallinacountrycalledQalif,
so were moving there this
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summer.Even though Iwant
to be adventurous, like my
dad, I really dont want to
move, because Ill miss
Nishi.
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Also,itsbadenoughthat
I have to wear a skirt every
day as part of my school
uniform.AuntCatherinesays
that in Qalif, girls have to
wear skirts all the time, and
women have to cover their
heads.Itsthelocalcustom.
I think I would prefer
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fightingNazis.
It also seems a little bit
unfair to me that Aunt
CatherineandUncleRicksay
I cant have my own
computerlikeSaraandJustin
(because there is not enough
Wi-Fi in the house to stretch
tomy room),oracellphone
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(Aunt Catherine says I can
have one when Im in high
school though, if I get good
enoughgrades).
I guess I sort of do feel
like Im missing out a little,
not texting or going online
withmyfriends.Saragetsto,
and shes only four months
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olderthanIam!
Idefinitelydontmindnot
having a TV in my room,
though,likeJustinandSara.I
want to be a wildlife
illustratorwhenIgrowup,so
I dont have time to veg out
in front of the TV, playing
video games like Justin or
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watching reality shows like
Sara. I have to practice my
drawing. Wildlife illustrators
aretheoneswhodrawallthe
animals you see in books or
on the Web or next to the
exhibits when you go to the
zoo.
People dont realize this,
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but baby kangaroos (called
joeys) are born only two
centimeters long, completely
blindandhairless.Theyhave
to crawl into their mothers
pouch, where they will stay
sixtoeightmonthsuntilthey
are ready to come out and
hoparound.
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Someonehastodrawthis
because their kangaroo mom
isnt going to let anyone
inside the pouch to
photographit!
Thats what wildlife
illustratorsdo.
Obviously Im not a
professional artist yet, but I
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tookafreeart testI foundin
thebackofamagazinewhen
Iwasinthedentistsoffice
the kind where they ask you
toDrawTippytheTurtleas
bestyoucanandsentitin.I
have to admit, I never
expectedtohearback.
So I was more shocked
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than
anyone
when the
artschool
calledour
houseone
dayoutof
the blue
and said
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theyd received my drawing
of Tippy the Turtle and
thought I had real talent.
They wanted to offer me a
scholarship!
Ofcoursetheyhungupas
soon as Aunt Catherine told
themIwastwelve.
But still! From that day
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on, IknewIwasgoing tobe
anartist.Imean,ifIcangeta
scholarship at age twelve, I
can definitely get one when
Imolder.
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Ms. Dakota, my art
teacheratschool,agrees.She
says I just have to keep
practicing, especially
perspective (which is the art
of drawing objects so that
they appear
multidimensional). Ms.
Dakota showed me how to
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createavanishingpointinthe
centerofthepage,thenmake
sure all the lines in my
drawingmet there. Its super
hard.
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So hard that I have to
admit I spend a lot of time
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drawing kangaroos and
cheetahs and our neighbor
Mrs.Tuckerscats insteadof
practicingmyperspective.
Its amazing how your
whole life can change inone
day. Like the day I won the
art scholarship (even if I
couldnt accept it). That was
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a really good day, a day I
went from being average to
not-so-average, in a good
way, because someone
thoughtIwasgoodatart.
Notliketoday,whichisa
horribleday.
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I guess I should have
known thisdaywasgoing to
be horrible the minute Mr.
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Courtney handed out those
WhoAmI?genetic family
historyworksheetsinBio.
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What am I supposed to
putunderFathersEyeColor
or Fathers Mothers Eye
Color?ObviouslyIcanwrite
toDadtofindout,butbythe
time I get the answers, the
worksheet will be overdue,
and its worth 25 percent of
our grade! (Although Mr.
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Courtney says its okay to
leavesome thingsblank.The
twins,NettaandQuetta,dont
know the biological
information for their dad,
either.)
But I really hate not
knowingthings.
Especially things
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like why AnnabelleJenkinswouldwant tobeatmeup.
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Itmakesnosense.
Nosenseatall.
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Wednesday,May6
2:52P.M.SocialStudies
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Class
NoneofthegirlsIsitwithat
lunch can figure out why
Annabelle wants to beat me
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up, either. Well, except
maybe my step-cousin, Sara.
But I dont agree its
because your nail polish
doesnt match the color of
yourshoes.
No one would beat
someone up over that, Sara,
Isaid.
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Annabelle might. Sara
calmly sipped her diet soda.
Shes very fashion
conscious.
No one replied to this
mainly, I think, because we
were all remembering how
Sara used to eat lunch with
Annabelle,until thedaySara
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made themistake ofwearing
nail polish that didnt match
her shoes, and Annabelle,
mortally offended, banished
her forever from the popular
table.
Now Sara eats with us,
the fun-but-not-always-
fashionably-correctcrowd.
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Nishi said, Well, I still
think you should tell a
teacher, Olivia. Its not as if
youveevergotten in trouble
before. A teacher is more
likelytobelieveyouoverher
anyway.
But what about
Annabelles dad? Beth
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Chandlerasked.
What about him?Nishi
asked.
IveseenhisadsonTV,
one of the twinseither
Netta or Quetta, I cant tell
themapart,althoughIpretend
I cansaid. Hes pretty
famous.
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For personal injury
cases, Nishi said. Like, if
youvebeeninacarcrashor
something. Not for suing
schools.
Iwouldntgoupagainst
Annabelle, the other twin
said.Sherulesthisschool.
Dont be dumb, Nishi
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said. No one can rule a
school, especially a sixth
grader.
Annabelle Jenkins can,
Sara said. Obviously, Sara
wouldknow.Shegotinvited
to a seventh graders party
lastweekend.
I wanted to say, Not
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helping! sarcastically to
Sara,butshehasnosenseof
humor when it comes to
Annabelle.
Beth Chandler said I
should fake a stomachache
andgotothenurse,thenhave
thenursecallAuntCatherine
tocometakemehomebefore
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schoolends.
ButweallagreedIdonly
bepostponingtheinevitable.
Finally one of the twins
said, Why dont you tell
Justin? Then if Annabelle
comes near you, he could
defendyou.
This did not seem like a
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verygoodsuggestion.Icould
see Justin sitting over with
theothereighth-gradeboysat
a table by the cafeteria
windows. Theywere playing
with personal gaming
devices, even though Dr.
Bushy,theprincipal,hassaid
if you are caught with one
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duringschoolhours,itwillbe
confiscatedandyouwill lose
ameritpoint.
I guess eighth graders
dont care about losingmerit
points,though.
Justin looks kind of
busy,Isaid.
Whatever, Nishi said.
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Hes family. He has to help
you.
Ive tried to explain to
Nishimany times that,while
its true that Sara and Justin
are my family, its only
becausetheirdadmarriedmy
aunt. They arent actually
bloodrelations.TheyreAunt
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Catherines step-kids, which
makes them only my step-
cousins.
I know this shouldnt
mean were any less close
than if we were genetically
cousins. Families can be
madeupofalldifferentkinds
of people, many of whom
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arent related at all.
Sometimes they arent even
the same species. Our
neighbor Mrs. Tucker
considers her cats her
children and likes to knit
themtinyhats.
But the truth is, I get the
feeling sometimes that the
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fact that Im not related to
them by blood super matters
totheOTooles.
Dont do it, Sara
warnedme,overherPBandJ
ricecakesandwich(noonein
the OToole household has
celiac disease or a wheat
allergy like Beth Chandler,
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who cannot eat gluten or her
throat closes up and she has
to go to the hospital. Aunt
Catherine just thinks gluten
makes people overweight, so
she doesnt keep any bread,
pasta, or cookies in the
house). Remember what
Justin said the first day of
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school.
How could I forget it?
Thefirstdayofschool,Justin
gavemealecture.Thelecture
was about how even though
wed be attending the same
school, I wasnt supposed to
talk to him, not even to ask
fordirections.
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AndIwasmostdefinitely
not tomention to anyone the
factthatathome,Justinlikes
tosingtoTaylorSwiftonour
household karaoke machine,
orthathehadcriedattheend
of both of the movies based
onPrincessMiaofGenovias
life.
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Oh, Sara, dont be
mean, Beth Chandler said.
Justinwillhelpher. Justins
sonice!
Only someone who
doesnt have to live in the
samehousewithJustinwould
say this. Some of the girls
thinkmystep-cousinJustinis
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cute,butthatisonlybecause:
1. They dont have tolive with him, and so
haveneversmelledhis
extremelygross,stinky
socks,likeIhave.
2. There are more girlsthanboysatCranbrook
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Middle School, so
some of the girls are
ready to believe ANY
boy is cute, even
Justin.
Uh,Isaid.Itsokay.
No, it isnt! Beth
Chandler said. Do it,
Olivia.
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Yes, Nishi said. You
shoulddoit,Olivia.
Dontdoit,Olivia,Sara
warned.
Its an emergency, one
ofthetwinsremindedher.
But Sara just shook her
head and sucked on her diet
soda.
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Shell be sorry, she
said.
But Nishi and Beth
Chandlerandthetwinsurged
metogoaskJustin.
I should have listened to
Sara.
Butwhatotherchoicedid
I have? No one was coming
-
upwithabetteridea,leastof
allme.
SoIsummonedupallmy
courageandwentover to the
tablewhereJustinwassitting.
He was the one holding
the gaming device. All the
other boys were crowded
aroundhim, lookingdownat
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the little screen. They were
sayingthingslike,Go!Go!
and Nuke him now. It
didnt actually seem like the
bestmomenttointerrupt,but,
likeNettaorQuettahadsaid,
itwasanemergency,afterall.
Um,Justin,Isaid.
All the eighth-grade boys
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looked at me. All except
Justin. He kept playing his
game.
Go away, Olivia, he
said.
Imreallysorrytobother
you,Isaid.Iwasawarethat
Justins friends had looked
away, dismissing me as not
-
worthy of their attention.
Which was all right. There
was only one persons
attention I wanted anyway.
But,um,Iwaswonderingif
I could talk to you in
private?
I already told you,
Justin said, still not looking
-
up from the game. Go
away.
Iknow,Isaid.Butthis
is an emergency. You see,
theres this girl, Annabelle
Jenkins?Youknowherdadis
your dads business partner,
right?
Lawyer,Justinsaid,not
-
lookingatme.
Um, sorry, right. His
lawyer. So, she says shes
goingtogivemeabeat-down
afterschool,butIdontknow
why. So Iwaswondering, if
shetriesto,willyou,uh,help
me?
Justinmadesomekindof
-
mistake in the game, and all
the boys at his table went,
Oh! and a couple of them
calledhimbadnames.Thats
whenJustinswungaround to
glare at me and said, GO
AWAYorAnnabellewontbe
the only one giving you a
beat-down,OliviaGrace!
-
What Justin didnt know,
though, was that Dr. Bushy
(the principal) was right
there, doing his turn as
cafeteriamonitor.
He heard Justin yell at
me.Dr.Bushydoesnt like it
when people yell in his
cafeteria (or the hallways,
-
where Justin and his friends
frequently make fun of sixth
graderslikemeandNishifor
no reason), so he came right
over.
Whats this? Whats
this? Dr. Bushy wanted to
know. If you two cant get
alongnicelywith eachother,
-
maybeIshouldgiveyouboth
ademerit.Wouldthathelp?
I nearly died. A demerit!
After going the whole year
withoutone!
Justin turned bright red
and said, No, Dr. Bushy.
Thatwouldnothelp.
Now, thats more like
-
it, Dr. Bushy said. What
about you, Olivia? Would
youlikeademerit?
No, sir, I said,
swallowing. I couldnt see
Annabelle anywhere, but I
wassureshewaswatching.I
wouldntlikeone,either.
Good! Then go back to
-
yourseat!
ThenDr.Bushylefttogo
yell at some kids who were
stuffing leftover pizza in the
recycling bin instead of the
compostbin.
I fled to my seat,
practicallycrying.
Ohmygosh!Nishisaid.
-
DidDr.Bushyjustgiveyou
ademerit?
Idontknow,Imoaned,
buryingmyfaceinmyhands.
I dont think so. But
maybe!
Netta and Quetta patted
my back, murmuring
soothing things, and Beth
-
Chandler called Dr. Bushy a
name under her breath. Sara
just said, Told you so,
about Justin. She sounded
kindofsmugaboutit.
Even though I wouldnt
want one like Justin or Sara,
sometimes I wish I had a
sibling. Im pretty sure if I
-
did,heorshewouldhavemy
back in an emergency. Like
now, as three oclock grows
closer with every jab of the
minutehand.
Instead, Im just going to
have to face the fact thatmy
firstyearofmiddleschool?
Its probably going to be
-
mylast.
-
Wednesday,May6
3:35P.M.Limousine
-
Yes,youreadthatright.Iam
writingthisfromtheinsideof
alimousine.
Itjustgoestoshowthata
lot can happen in an hour.
You can go from having the
worst day of your life to the
best day (well, second best
after the day I got the
-
scholarshiptoartschool).
I have to get all of this
downorIfeellikeitmightall
turn out to have been a
dream.MaybeIllwakeupin
thehospitalandthenursewill
tellme Ihadaconcussion in
PE (except that they dont
have contact sports in PE in
-
my school anymore because
of litigation concerns) and
imagineditall.
Except thebuttery leather
seat underneath me feels
prettyreal.
And the scent of the
perfumeoftheroyalprincess
ofGenovia sitting besideme
-
smellsprettyreal.
Ithinkitsallreal.
Maybe Dad is right,
though, and writing it down
will help it to make more
sense. Like how keepingmy
class schedule taped to the
insideofmyorganizermakes
me feel better. Only this
-
isntaclassschedule,itsmy
life! And I cant tape it into
the front of an organizer
because there is noorganizer
forlife.
One thing is for sure:All
theblankspacesonmyWho
AmI?worksheetaregetting
filledin.
-
Okay,deepbreath:
So by the time the last
bell of the day had rung,
letting us know we were all
freetogo(someofustogeta
beat-down courtesy of
Annabelle Jenkins),myheart
was jiggering around inside
my chest like a baby joey
-
inside itsmomspouch, only
notatallcute.
Ifilledmybackpackwith
allthebooksImightneedfor
homework for the next few
nights (in case I ended up in
the hospital) and headed to
the courtyard where were
supposed to wait for our
-
buses.
I saw a few people I
recognizedalreadyinlinefor
the bus we take home
including Sara and Justin.
Justinwasdeeplyinvolvedin
another round of whatever it
washedbeenplayingonhis
game device. Sara was
-
pretendingnottonoticeme.
ButNishi,BethChandler,
and the twins were standing
nearby, looking nervously in
thedirectionoftheflagpole.
WhenIlookedtowardthe
flagpole,Isawwhy:
Annabelle was already
there! She was waiting for
-
me, just like she said shed
be.
I guess deep down, Id
kind of been hoping shed
forgotten the whole thing.
GirlslikeAnnabelle,whoare
super busy being fashion
forwardandwinningawards,
might actually have a lot to
-
do,andcouldpossibly forget
all the people theyd
promised to beat up after
school.
But apparently not
Annabelle, since she was
staring right at me. She
lookedmadenoughtobeatup
just about anyone, possibly
-
even an eighth grader. If
shed been amicrowaveHot
Pocket (which I only get to
eat when I go to Nishis
house, since they arent
gluten-free), I think steam
wouldhavebeenrisingoutof
her,thatshowmadshewas.
At me.Me, whod never
-
done or said anything to her
tomakeherthatway!
The minute she saw me,
she started storming toward
me. My jiggering joey heart
gave one last thump-thump,
then seemed to die in my
chest.
-
Annabelle, I said, in a
final attempt to save myself.
CantweTALKabout this?
I dont know what I did to
make you somad atme, but
Go on, Annabelle,
someone shouted from over
near where Justin was
-
standing.Gether!
Yeah, Annabelle! Get
her!
I looked over at Justin.
His face was beet red as he
bent over his gaming device,
pretending he didnt notice
whatwasgoingon.
But he knew. I knew he
-
knew. Because next to him,
some of his friends were
grinning right at me. They
knewwhatwasgoingonand
thought what was happening
tomewasfunny.
But it wasnt funny.
BecauseIcouldseeallitwas
doing was getting Annabelle
-
even more determined to
carryoutherthreat.
Really, Olivia? she
asked ina snottyvoicewhen
shegotuptome.Youreally
dont know what this is all
about?
Uh, no, I said, stalling
fortime.
-
There were teachers
standing all around (except
Ms.Dakota,wholeavesearly
on Wednesdays), and also
parents there topickup their
kids.
But they clearly didnt
know what was happening.
To them itmusthave looked
-
like Annabelle and I were
simply standing there by the
flagpolehavingalovelylittle
chatabout,oh, Idontknow,
nailpolishorwhatever.
Do grown-ups really not
know that girls fightreally
fightwith their fists? You
would think thereve been
-
enoughvideosontheInternet
aboutthisbynowthatpeople
wouldgetthemessage.
Maybe everyone thinks,
Not my kid! Not at our
school.
Obviously none of these
peoplehavemetAnnabelle.
Ireallydontknowwhat
-
this is about, Annabelle, I
said to her. Weve always
been friends. At least, I
thoughtso.
Well, you thought
wrong, Annabelle said,
loudly enough so that all her
smirking friends could hear
(but none of the teachers or
-
parents, of course). Because
Imnotfriendswithliars.
What?Thiswasthelast
thing I ever expected her to
say. I never lied to you,
Annabelle
Oh yeah? Well, how
aboutthelieIheardyousaid
at Netta and Quettas
-
sleepover last weekend, that
your father is some kind of
famous archaeologist like
IndianaJones?
I felt myself blushing.
Contrary to popular opinion,
black people can blush, and
evengetsunburned(andskin
cancer from the sun if we
-
dont put on sunscreen). Its
just that because our skin is
darker colored, it doesnt
showasmuch.
Okay,Isaid.Well,that
may have been a slight
exaggeration
She never said he was
exactly like Indiana Jones,
-
Annabelle, Nishi said,
comingtomydefense.
Because he isnt,
Annabelle scoffed. Her dad
isnothing like IndianaJones.
I know because I heard my
dad talking to her uncle, and
thetruthis,herdadisactually
a prince. The prince of
-
Genovia,tobeexact!
Iwasnttheonlyonewho
thoughtAnnabellehadstarted
spewing crazy gibberish. All
theotherkidsdid,too,atleast
judging from the way they
startedlaughing.
Yeah,right,Iheardone
of the boys say. A few of
-
them who were disappointed
the fight hadnt started yet
yelled, Kick her butt,
Annabelle!
Obviously, what
Annabelle was saying was
not true, and itwas certainly
noreason towant tobeatme
up.
-
ButIstillfeltobligatedto
defendmyself, andof course
keep my butt from getting
kicked.
Annabelle, I said.
Thatscrazy.
Are you calling my dad
crazy? she demanded,
reaching out to give my
-
shoulderaone-handedshove,
likeshehadearlierintheday,
inthehallway.
No, of course not, I
said, managing to keep my
balance this time. Im just
saying your dads been
misinformed. If my father
were the prince of Genovia,
-
someone would have told
me.
Iglancedoveratmystep-
cousins. Justin wore an
expressionthatclearlystated,
Her dad? A prince? Yeah,
right! while Sara merely
lookedconfused.
See? I said to
-
Annabelle.
Sherolledhereyes.
How could they tell
you? she demanded. Your
mother never wanted anyone
to know, not even you. She
was afraid youd get
kidnapped or something
stupidlikethat.Plusshesaid
-
she wanted you to be raised
like a normal kid. Like you
couldeverbenormal!
Annabelle let out another
mocking laugh, then pushed
meagain.
But this time I barely
noticed, because suddenly
some things were starting to
-
make sense: Like how Aunt
Catherine never wanted to
talkaboutmydad.
AndhowInevergottogo
visit him on weekends or
duringthesummer,likeother
kids.
And how the support
checks he sent for me were
-
pretty big (for an
archaeologist) but Aunt
Catherine and Uncle Rick
wouldntletmehavemyown
cellphoneorcomputer.
Thats because if they
had, and Id had unlimited
time on the Internet, I might
have looked up stuff about
-
mydad,anddiscovered.
Wait a minute, I burst
out. That cant be true.
Theresnowaymydadisthe
prince of Genovia. Because
thatwouldmakemea
Princess? Annabelle
sneered.
Everyoneinthecourtyard
-
gasped.
No, I cried, staggering
back.Noway.
Well, thats what you
are, Princess Olivia. Should
we all curtsy and bow down
to you now? Wheres your
tiara, Your Royal Highness?
Didyouforget it,backat the
-
palace?
No! I couldnt believe
thiswashappening.No!
Oh, whats the matter,
Your Highness? Annabelle
sneered. Princess gonna
cry?
No! Although the truth
was,Ididfeelalittlebit like
-
crying. Because I realized it
was true. It was all true. It
had to be. In aweirdway, it
kindofmadesense.
FortunatelyNishicameto
mydefenseoncemore.
Stop it, Annabelle, she
cried. Olivia isnt a
princess!
-
Uh, yes, she is,
Annabelle said. But it
doesnt matter, because Im
stillgoingtokickherbutt.
Thats when she hurled
herself toward me, and
everyone around usexcept
my friends, of course
suddenly started screaming,
-
FIGHT!FIGHT!FIGHT!
I knew then that I was
goingtodie.
Ive seen people fight in
movies and on TV. It looks
pretty easy when youre
watching a trained actor or
stuntpersondoit.
But when a real live
-
person who is not a trained
actor but the most popular
girl inyourschool(dontask
me why, because Annabelle
isactuallyverymean)whois
alsoa trainedgymnast jumps
you, thengetsholdofoneof
yourbraidsandstartspulling
onitveryhard, it isnoteasy
-
tofightback.
IthoughtIwasacomplete
goner until right at that very
moment a womans voice
rangout,clearasabell,from
acrossthecourtyard.
Olivia?thevoicecalled.
OliviaGraceHarrison!
Startled, I turned to look
-
as much as I could with
Annabelle hanging so tightly
on tomybraidandsawthe
mostamazingsightIhadever
seeninmylife:
Her Royal Highness,
PrincessMia Thermopolis of
Genovia.
-
Wednesday,May6
4:15P.M.Stillinthe
-
RoyalLimousine
Sorry,Igotinterruptedthere.
-
It turns out when youre a
princess,yougetall the soda
you want to drink from the
limomini-bar.
FORFREE!
Alsochipsandcookies.
I know thats a weird
thingtobewritingaboutata
time like thisand also that
-
theyre only giving these
things to me because I
mentioned that Aunt
Catherinenever letsmehave
sodawithsugarinit,orchips
andcookies.
Butitssonice!
I just hope they arent
doing it because they feel
-
sorry for me. That would be
the worst. I hate it when
people feel sorry for me
(because Im half an orphan,
etc).
Where was I? Oh, yes,
backinthecourtyard:
I dont have to explain
how I recognized her.
-
Everyone knows what
PrincessMialookslike.Shes
had movies made about her,
and books written based on
her diaries, and was just
recently on the cover of
People magazine, and she
was also in Us Weeklys
Stars:TheyreJustLikeUs
-
section, buying toilet paper
(even though its hard to
imagine a princess using the
bathroom).
-
It was also easy to
recognize her because she
was standing in front of this
huge black stretch limousine
with little flags on it, and
therewasthismannexttoher
who was almost as huge as
the limo (only not black,
though he was dressed in a
-
black suit and had on black
sunglasses, and he was
glaring very meanly right at
Annabelle).
It wasnt hard to tell that
the man was Princess Mias
bodyguard.
Olivia? Princess Mia
called, waving as if she
-
wasntsureIdseenher.
But Id seenher all right,
becausewho couldmiss her,
standing there in this cream-
colored coat with a long
floatyredscarfandmatching
redhigh-heelshoes?
Annabelle had seen her,
too. I could tell because
-
Annabelle froze with her
handrightthereonmybraid.
Every other kid in the
entire courtyard froze, too.
Most of the adults did, as
well,includingMs.Feinstein,
the parking lot attendant,
whod been blowing her
whistleat thebusesaminute
-
before. They all just stood
there, frozen, staring at
PrincessMiaofGenoviaand
herlongredscarf,floatingin
thespringbreeze.
Um, I said to
Annabelle, breaking the
sudden silence. I think that
ladyover therewith the limo
-
wantstotalktome.
I heard Annabelle
swallow, hard. It might have
beenmyimagination,butshe
looked a little scared,
especially at the sight of
Princess Mias frowning
bodyguard. Even my step-
cousin Justin and all his
-
friends were staring at the
bodyguard. No one was
yelling FIGHT FIGHT
FIGHT anymore. Instead,
therewasdead silence in the
courtyard. Even the bus
engineshadstopped.
Okay, Annabelle
whispered, and dropped my
-
braid.
-
When Princess Mia
reached us, I brushed offmy
uniform, which was a little
dusty from my nearly being
killed, and said, Hi, yes,
thatsme.ImOlivia.
Oh, Princess Mia said,
smiling atme. Up close, she
looked even more like she
-
does on TV. I know that
sounds strange, but thats
what it was like. Seeing
someone from TV, only
without the TV box around
her.Shelookedverybeautiful
andnice.
But that also could have
beenbecauseshewaslikean
-
angelwhohadcometorescue
me from being killed by
AnnabelleJenkins.
Hello. Im Mia
Thermopolis, she went on.
Your aunt Catherine said it
would be all right for me to
pick you up from school
today.
-
Ididntknowwhattosay
to that. Why would Aunt
Catherinesendtheprincessof
Genovia to pickme up from
school? That made no sense
at all, but itwas totallyokay
byme.
As if in answer to my
silent question, Princess Mia
-
said,Oh,heresanote from
your aunt, andhandedmea
sheetofpaper.
I could tell everyonewas
watchingmeasIunfoldedthe
note from Aunt Catherine.
Some of them werent only
watching me, they were
filming me with their cell
-
phone cameras. No one had
ever filmedmebefore inmy
life except for Sara, the time
shed snuck into my room
andstuckmyhand inabowl
ofwarmwaterwhileIsleptto
see if I would wet my pants
(to her disappointment, I did
not).
-
All the filming was
making me uncomfortable.
Imobviouslynotthekindof
girlpeoplefilm.Imanartist!
No one makes TV shows
calledAmericasTopDrawer
or Drawing with the Stars!
Drawing isnt the most
exciting thing to watch,
-
althoughofcourseitsniceto
look at what someones
drawn after theyre done
drawingit.
The
note my
aunt had
signed was
written on
-
royal Genovian stationery,
and had a gold crown
embossedat the top.Alotof
the writing was hard to
understand, but basically it
said that Princess Amelia
Mia Mignonette Grimaldi
Thermopolis Renaldo had
permissiontotransportmeto
-
any destination of my
choosing.
Any destination ofmychoosing?
Noonehadevertakenme
to a destination of my own
choosingbefore! If theyhad,
Id have chosen to go to
Cheesecake Factory EVERY
-
SINGLETIME.Weneverget
to go toCheesecakeFactory,
because the OTooles like
Olive Garden for its many
gluten-freeoptions.
Icarefullyfoldedthenote
andputitinmybackpacksoI
wouldnt lose it. It was
definitelysomethingIwanted
-
to keep forever, like all the
lettersfrommydad.
So, would you like to
comewithme?PrincessMia
asked.
Thank you, I said,
tryingtosoundasdignifiedas
possible, since I could tell
everyone was listening. Id
-
likethatverymuch.
Great, Princess Mia
said,smiling.Letsgo.
I know its not polite to
gloat,butitfeltprettygoodto
walk across the courtyard to
my WAITING LIMO while
Annabellehadtowaitforher
BUS to take her home,
-
especiallyafter shed tried to
beat me up for no reason
other than the fact that she
seemstothinkImaprincess.
(Which is apparently a
fact.)
It felt even better when
Annabelleranafterus,going,
Excuseme?Excuseme,but
-
is it true youre Olivias
sister? to PrincessMia in a
verysnottyvoice.
Sister?
Of everything thats
happened so far, this may
havebeenthebest:
Princess Mia looked at
Annabelle and was like,
-
Whoareyou?
This completely shocked
Annabelle, because
Annabelle thinks everyone
knowswhosheis,sinceshes
won so many gymnastics
medals,etc.
Butthetruthis,Impretty
sure outside of Cranbrook
-
Middle School (and possibly
even outside of the sixth
grade of Cranbrook Middle
School) no one knows who
AnnabelleJenkinsis.
Poor Annabelle. And I
thought I was having a bad
day!
Annabelle sputtered, I-I-
-
Im Annabelle Jenkins! My
fatherisBillJenkins,Olivias
step-uncles lawyer.Hes the
highest-rated personal injury
lawyer in all of Cranbrook,
NewJersey.Andhesaysthat
Well, Im sorry,
Annabelle, Princess Mia
-
said,inavoicelikesilk,but
thisisaprivatefamilymatter.
Im afraid I dont have time
tochattoday.Good-bye.
Private family matter!
Without exactly admitting it,
Princess Mia had just
confirmed everything
Annabelle had said back by
-
theflagpole.
Iam a princess!And she
ismysister!
If I couldhavedrawn the
look on Annabelles face at
that moment, it would have
resembled a smiley with
blankeyesanda surprisedO
foramouth,exactlylikethis:
-
00
O
Then Princess Mia made
one little gestureshe took
my handand suddenly
everyone went completely
bananas. They came rushing
toward us, yelling, Olivia,
Olivia,canIgetaselfiewith
-
you?
In the entire time Ive
gonetoschoolinCran-brook,
no one has ever asked for a
selfie withme, except Nishi,
who has selfies with me all
over her social media pages,
only of course I cant see
thembecauseAuntCatherine
-
wont letmehave any social
mediapages.
NowIknowwhy.
But
then
-
Princess Mias bodyguard
(who I have now learned is
named Lars) said, NO to
everyone in a pretty scary
voice. He even yelled at Dr.
Bushy, who wanted a selfie
with me and Princess Mia,
and was even pushier than
everyone else about it (and
-
since Dr. Bushy has such a
largestomach,hemanagedto
push his way through the
crowd more quickly than
everyone else, too, using his
belly as a kind of battering
ram).
He looked pretty shocked
when Lars yelled at him
-
probably because Dr.
Bushy is the one who does
most of the yelling (and
handing out of demerits)
around CMS. After Lars
yelledathim,Dr.Bushy just
stood there in the middle of
the parking lot, still holding
his cell phone, looking
-
confused.
And then thenext thing I
knew, my sister and I were
getting into the limo and the
doorwasslammingbehindus
and all the kids had started
banging on the windows
screaming, Olivia! Olivia,
wait! because they hadnt
-
gottenaphoto, andmy sister
looked a bit startled and
asked, Oh dear, whats
happening?
Oh, nothing, I told her.
Theyre just excited. Not
many celebrities visit
Cranbrook Middle School.
Actually,yourethefirst.
-
Thisdidntmakeherlook
veryrelieved,especiallyafter
the chauffeurthere is a
chauffeur!Hedrivesthelimo.
HisnameisFrancoishadto
blow the horn very loudly to
getallthekidstomoveoutof
thewaysowecoulddriveout
of the parking lot and onto
-
theroad.
The last thing I saw as I
looked out the window was
Nishi, standing on the
sidewalk a little away from
thecrowd,wavingtome.
Iwavedback,but I dont
know if she could see me,
because the windows of the
-
limo are tinted so that the
peopleinsidecanseeout,but
peopleoutsidecantseein.
Meanwhile Princess Mia
keptapologizing.
Im so sorry,Olivia, but
I had no idea I even had a
sister until a few days ago.
And you certainly shouldnt
-
have found out this way that
yourethatwere
I could tell that she was
really uncomfortablewhich
waskindoffunny:aprincess,
being uncomfortable around
me.
Thats the thing about
royalty, though:They have a
-
hard job to do.They have to
trytosetagoodexampleand
make everyone feel happy,
while also being brave and
beautifulandstuff.
I know all this because
Nishi loves princess movies,
so whenever I go to her
house, she makes me watch
-
themwithher (not that its a
hugesacrifice).
Nishi doesnt care that
Annabelle started saying, as
long ago as first grade, that
princess movies are for
babies. Nishi says you like
what you like, so who cares
whatotherpeoplethink?
-
Thatswhy I actually felt
a little bad for PrincessMia.
In movies, princesses are
alwaysgettingkidnappedand
then put into dungeons until
theyusetheirmagicalpowers
(orrayguns)toescape.
Butinreallife,princesses
donthavemagicalpowersor
-
ray guns. All they have are
their brains (and bodyguards
and limousines, of course),
which theyre supposed to
use tohelpmake theworlda
better place. None of its as
easyasit looks,especiallyto
people like Annabelle, who
think all princesses do is sit
-
aroundinniceclothes,which
isnttrueatall.
Its okay, I said.
Annabelle already told me.
Just not in a very nice way.
Shecanbeabitofasnob.
ThatswhatImsosorry
about, Princess Mia said,
looking upset. Because you
-
havent done anything
wrong!
I know. My momand
dadwere only trying to
protect me. And I can see
why,afterall thatout there.
I jerked my thumb in the
directionofCMS.
Princess Mia exchanged
-
glances with some other
womenwhowere also in the
limoI think they might be
ladies-in-waitingand said,
Yes. Im sorry about that,
too. I should have known
better,andstayedinthelimo.
Imsosorry
I shook my head. It was
-
stillfunnythataprincesswas
apologizing so much to me.
Its okay. So is it really
true?
That were sisters? Yes,
ofcourseitsreallytrue.
No, that youll take me
to any destination of my
choosing?
-
Princess Mia looked a
littlemorerelaxed,whichwas
what I wanted. She seemed
verytenseandworried.More
tense and worried than me!
And thats saying a lot,
consideringthedayIdhadso
far.
Yes, she said, with a
-
laugh.Thatsreallytrue,too.
Why? Is there somewhere
youreallywanttogo?
I couldnt believe she
didntknow.
Yes! I cried. To meet
mydad!
Princess Mia smiled. I
washopingyoudsaythat.
-
Wednesday,May6
4:45P.M.Limousine
-
IM GOING TOMEETMYDAD.IN NEW YORK
CITY.Im sorry to write it so
big, but Im very, very
excited.
We should be there in a
little over an hour.
-
Cranbrook, New Jersey, is
only sixty-four miles from
New York City, but Ive
never been there. Nishi has
been there lots of timeswith
her family, and Aunt
CatherineandUncleRickgo
therealot,tootoBroadway
shows and baseball games
-
and fancy restaurants and
stuff.
But not me. Ive always
endeduphavingtostayhome
with Mrs. Tucker, our
neighbor who owns the cats,
or with Nishi, because Aunt
Catherine says thecity is too
dirty and dangerous for
-
children,eventhoughImnot
exactly a child and they take
Sara all the time,which Ive
always thought was a little
weird since shes not that
mucholderthanIam.
But now I am starting to
realize that it probably had
something to do with my
-
beingaprincess.
Aunt Catherine never put
itthatway,though,ofcourse.
Shealwayssaid,Oh,Olivia,
the city is so dirty and
Youd just have been bored
attheshowwewentto.
I guess my mom was
pretty serious about keeping
-
this whole princess thing a
secret. She made my dad
promise not to tell anyone,
not even his ownmom (who
ismygrandma.Miasaysshe
likestobecalledGrandmre,
which is French for
grandmother).
I cant believe he didnt
-
tellme, Princess Mia keeps
saying. I wish Id known
sooner, because Ive always
wantedasister.
Me,too!
TheonethingIvealways
wanted,anditscometrue!
And it turns out Princess
Mia and I have a lot in
-
common:
She has a diary, too. She
saw me writing in this
notebook and asked if I was
doing homework and I said
no, thatmydadsaid towrite
downmyfeelingswhenIwas
gettingoverwhelmed.
Thats when Mia got a
-
funny look on her face and
said,Hmmm,IthinkIknow
wherehegotthatidea.
Where? I asked,
surprised.
My mom told me to do
the same thing when I was
aboutyourage.
Really?Iasked.
-
Yes, she said, and
smiled.Sowhatelsedoyou
like to do, besides write in
yourdiary?
Iliketodraw.Ishowed
her a couple of my wildlife
illustrations.
Wow, those are really
good! You must have
-
inheritedthattalentfromyour
mom,becauseIcantdrawat
all.
Oh, thats not true, I
assured her. My art teacher,
Ms.Dakota,saysanyonecan
learn todraw if theypractice
a little every day. The thing
shewantsmetopracticeright
-
now is perspective. She says
its easy with practice. But
even though Ive been
practicing and practicing, I
still cant seem to get it
right.
Princess Mia glanced
again atmydrawings. Your
perspectivelooksgoodtome.
-
Better than mine, thats for
sure.
Aw, I said, feeling
myselfblush.Notreally.
She smiled. The first
thing youll have to learn,
Olivia, if youregoing toget
this princess thing right, is
how to take a compliment.
-
When someone says
something nice to you, dont
put yourself down. Just say
thankyou.Tryit.
I blushed harder. Thank
you.
Youre welcome, she
said, laughing. See, that
wasnt so hard, was it? Its
-
likewhatyourartteachersaid
about perspective. The more
youpractice,theeasieritwill
get.
I frowned. I never
thoughtofitthatway.
IdonlysaidNot really
becauseIdidntwanttoseem
likeasnob.
-
ButIguesssayingthank
youwhensomeonepaysyou
a compliment doesnt sound
snobby.Itsthepolitethingto
do.
So then to change the
subject, I showed Princess
Mia my Who Am I?
worksheet (not that I like to
-
do homework, of course, but
its due tomorrow), and she
started to helpme fill it out,
saying shed be happy to
answer any questions I had
aboutourGenovianancestry.
Exceptthenshegotacall
on her cell phone that she
-
saidshewassorryshehadto
take.
IsaidIunderstood.Being
aprincessreallyishardwork.
The thing is, Ihavesome
questions I dont think
Princess Mia can answer,
suchas:
Ifmymomwassoserious
-
about me not knowing my
royal heritage, why did she
name me after so many
Genovianprincesses?
Is it for the same reason
Aunt Catherine said it was
my mothers dream that I
learn to speak French, and
why shemakesme take it in
-
school,eventhougheveryone
else takesSpanish?French is
the language they speak in
Genovia.
I cant help thinking its
because my mom meant to
tell me the truth someday,
and go with me to Genovia.
She justdiedbefore sheever
-
gotthechance.
Her making me learn
French is already doing me
some good, though. I dont
mean to be eavesdropping,
but Icanunderstandsomeof
what Princess Mia has been
saying on her cell phone (in
French).
-
I should probably
interrupt and mention that I
takeFrench.ButIdontwant
to be rude.Also, its kind of
interesting.
One of the ladies-in-
waiting (Tina) letmeborrow
her extra cell phone (when
youreroyalIguessyoureso
-
richyouhavetwo).
So you can play games
andwontbeboredduringthe
drive, she said kindly, but I
think its more so that they
cantalkamongstthemselves.
Instead of playing games
Im going to text Nishi (she
taughtmehowincaseIever
-
got my own cell, and
obviously I have her number
memorized, since I can only
ever call her from the wall
phoneinthekitchen).
Nishi is never going to
believeanyofthis!
NishiGirl
Olivia
-
Hi,Nish,its
me,Olivia!
Imusingthe
phoneofone
oftheroyal
ladies-in-
waiting.;-)
OMG Im so
glad ur OK!
-
Ive been so
worried! The
police came
afteruleft!
Thepolice?
Why?To
arrest
Annabelle?
HAHAHA.
-
Ha, no,
though they
shouldhave. I
couldnt
believe it
when she
jumpedu!
Thanksfor
havingmy
-
back.
Anytime. The
police came
because no
onewouldget
ontheirbuses!
Really???
Really! Dr.
Bushy was so
-
mad. I think
he called
them, but
Quetta says
Annabelledid.
Shes so
immature. So
isittrue????
Iswhattrue?
-
What
Annabelle
said:Thatura
princess!!!!!!
Oh.Yes.
Howcanube
so calm about
it????
Imnot,
-
believeme!
Imalready
getting
princess
lessons!
Where???
Thelimo!
Whats it
like?????
-
Itscool.Iget
allthechips
andsodaI
want!And
theceiling
lightsupall
pinkand
purpleand
greenwhen
-
youpressa
button.
Cool!
Iknow.But
mysistersaid
topleasestop
pressingit
becauseit
wasmaking
-
herwantto
throwup.
Whats ur
sisterlike???
Shessuper
nice.ButI
dontthink
shesusedto
12yearolds.
-
Sheaskedme
ifIwantto
gotothe
American
Girldoll
storefortea!
HA HA
HA!!!!!Didu
tell her u
-
dont have an
AmericanGirl
dollandthatu
r12not7?
No!These
peopleare
ROYAL.Im
tryingtobe
polite.
-
Iwouldtotally
go!!!
Iknowyou
would.
Yourethe
onewhohad
lunchat
Disney
Worldatthe
-
Beautyand
theBeast
castlelast
Christmas
andgotyour
picturetaken
withthe
Beast.
ITS MY
-
PROFILE
PHOTO!!!
Iknow.
ListenNishi,
mysisteris
onhercell
phoneandI
cant
understand
-
everything
shessaying
becauseits
inFrench,
butIthinkI
heardhersay
theword
stole.
You better
-
stop eating so
manychips.
Notabout
me!Ithinkit
wasabout
Aunt
Catherine
andUncle
Rick!
-
I TOLD u it
was strange
that they own
2 Ferraris.
Most people
dont even
own1.
Theyarent
carthieves!
-
How do u
know? They
have a lot of
tools.
Thetoolsare
becausethey
ownahome
designand
construction
-
company!
I knew there
was
something
weird about u
moving to a
place where
everyone has
to cover their
-
faces!Theyre
ontherun!
I love Nishi, but she can
be so dramatic sometimes. I
thinkitsfromlivingwithher
grandmother, who watches a
lot of Bollywood movies,
which are great but not very
realistic. I have never seen a
-
whole roomofpeoplegetup
anddo thesamedanceat the
sametime.
NishiGirl
Olivia
Themenin
Qalifdont
havetocover
-
theirfaces,
Nishi,only
thewomen.
JustforgetI
mentionedit.
OK, but dont
say I didnt
warn u.
Where are u
-
going now?
Tohaveteaat
the American
Dollcaf?
Haha.No.
Tomeetmy
dad!IN
NEWYORK
CITY!
-
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I AM SO
HAPPY FOR
YOU!!!!
Iknow!IM
FINALLY
GOINGTO
-
MEETMY
DAD!!!!
OMG, this is
so cool. It is
the coolest
thing ever.
Can I tell
everyone?
Ithink
-
everyone
already
knowsabout
theprincess
thing.
No, the part
about ur dad.
And they
dont know
-
the princess
part for real.
U just
confirmedit!
Well,Ithink
PrincessMia
confirmedit
whenshe
showedupat
-
schoolina
limo,butOK,
Iguessyou
cantellthem.
YAY!!!!! I
cant wait to
see
Annabelles
facetomorrow
-
when she
hears!
Why?
Because now
ur officially a
princess! And
shesgoing to
be sick with
jealousy!
-
Nishi,
Annabelle
hates
princesses,
remember?
ShesNOT
jealousofme.
Duh! She
hates
-
princesses
because she
knows shell
never be one,
not even on
the inside.
People who r
that snobby
and mean r
-
always super
insecure.
Thats why
she wanted to
beatuup.
Uh,Im
prettysure
thatsnot
why.
-
Trust me,
thats why.
Imaprincess
expert.Iknow
ahaterwhenI
seeone.
I know Nishi likes to
think shes a princess expert,
but shes wrong. Annabelle
-
Jenkins,themostpopulargirl
in the sixth grade at
Cranbrook Middle School,
willneverbejealousofme
Uh-oh.
Werehere.
-
Wednesday,May6
6:30P.M.ThePlaza
-
Hotel
When my dad isnt in
Genovia,beingtheprince,he
stays at the Plaza Hotel on
-
Fifth Avenue, which Aunt
Catherine once told me has
the most expensive
apartments in all of New
York,possiblytheworld.
I believe it! Everything
here is superelegant. In fact,
I feel pretty underdressed in
my school uniform,
-
especiallymyhideouspleated
skirt,whichisprobablygoing
tobefamousnowbecauseso
many people took photos of
meinitwhenIgotoutofthe
limo.
Thats because someone
posted pictures online of me
withPrincessMia in frontof
-
Cranbrook Middle School,
andtaggedherasmysister!
Hmmm, I wonder who
that someone could have
been no, Im being
sarcastic. Im pretty sure it
was Annabelle, seeing how
muchshehatesme.
Anyway, that tipped off
-
the media, and every single
last one of them (it seemed)
showed up outside of the
Plaza.
Thisisgoingtobebad,
Princess Mia said as we
pulled up in front of the red
carpet leading to the front
doorsofthehotel.
-
I had to agree with her.
Ive never in my WHOLE
LIFE seen as many people
holding cameras as were
waitingforusinfrontofthat
hotel! At first I thought it
musthavebeenforsomesort
of movie premiere or
something.
-
But, when the limo
stopped,andamaninagreen
uniformwithgoldbraidonit
came up to the door of the
limo and opened it, and I
heard all the people with
cameras yelling my name, I
knew: It wasnt a movie
premiere. Those peoplewere
-
thereforme.ME!
And they werent just
yellingmyname,either,buta
lot of questions, some of
them not very nice (or true),
like:
1. How did I feel abouthaving been
-
abandoned by my
richwhitedad?
2. Did I think it wasbecauseIwasblack?
3. Was I upset that myparents never got
married?
4. Who was I going to
-
suefirst?
5. What was I going todo now that I was a
princess, go to
Disneyland? (OK, this
question was kind of
funny. Not all the
questionsweremean.)
-
Princess Mia heard the
rude questions, too. I could
tellbecauseshelookedangry.
Hermouthgotverysmalland
hereyebrowsslanteddown.
Uh, I said, looking out
at all the reporters. Maybe
we should come back some
othertime.
-
No, Princess Mia said,
reachingouttostraightenmy
school tie.Itsalwaysgoing
to be like this. Im afraid
youre just going to have to
getusedtoit.Youdonthave
to answer them if you dont
wantto.Infact,Irecommend
thatyoudont.Justsmileand
-
wave.
Smile andwave? Iwas
a little bit shocked. I didnt
think people asking things
likethatthingsthatwereso
rude,andwerent intheleast
bit truedeserved to be
smiled at, much less waved
to.Really?
-
Really.She showedme
how to smile very big, and
waveusingonlymyhand,not
my whole arm, because its
lesstiring.Yes,thatsright,
shesaidwhenItriedit.Then
smile like this.Shepasteda
giantsmileonherface.
I tried it, though it felt
-
very fake. I didnt see how
anyonecouldpossiblybelieve
it was a real smile. Like
this?
Bigger, she said, still
waving and smiling, but not
moving her lips at all when
shespoke.There,youvegot
it.Perfect.Youreanatual.
-
I said I didnt feel like a
natural, so Princess Mia let
mepracticeanotherminuteor
so.Wedidnthaveanyoneto
practice smiling and waving
to inside the limo except
FrancoisandLars,sincewed
dropped off the ladies-in-
waitingattheirapartments,so
-
we smiled and waved to
them. Lars looked the most
impressed, andoffered a few
otherinstructions.
Ready? he finally
asked, and Princess Mia
lookedatme.
I shrugged, even though
my stomach was filled with
-
nervous butterflies, and
slipped on my backpack,
wishingitwasamagicshield
like some of the warrior
princesses in Nishis movies
have.But there arenomagic
shields.Iguessso.
Good, Lars said. One,
two,three.
-
On threewe got out of
the limo and hurried across
the red carpet and up the
stepstothehotelsfrontdoor.
Thetruthwas,Icouldhardly
see where I was walking, so
many flashbulbs were going
off. If it hadnt been for
Princess Mias hand around
-
myarm,Iwouldhavetripped
andfallenflatonmyface.
Fortunately the reporters
were being held back by the
doormen (and even some
police officers). Everyone
was shouting, Princess
Olivia!PrincessOlivia!Over
here! I couldnt hear
-
anythingelse.
I almost looked, even
though Lars had said not to.
His instructions in the limo
were:
1.Dontlook.
2.Dontansweranyonesquestions.
-
3.Dont acceptanygiftsanyone might try to
giveyou.
4. Even if you see yourbest friend standing
there in the crowd,
dontgouptoher.
Id thought about Nishi
-
andhowmuchIwasmissing
her (even though wed just
been texting) and had asked
himwhy.
Because then everyone
will start crowding her in
order to touch you, and
therell be a stampede, and
the barricade will fall down,
-
and your friend will get
trampled, hed said. If you
want to see your friend get
trampled,thatsfine.
Uh I dont, thanks,
Idsaid.
If your friend really
wants to see you, the safest
thingforhertodoisschedule
-
anappointment.
Iguessthisishowitisto
beaprincess.Peopleaskyou
rude questions and expect
youtoanswer.Youcanthop
on your bike and go over to
your friends house anymore
or youll be mobbed (or
kidnapped).Instead,youhave
-
toscheduleanappointment
toseeeachother.
Still,Ireallywantedtobe
able to share what was
happeningwithNishi(despite
themeanquestions).
So when I got to the top
of the steps, I turned around
andsnappedaquickpicofall
-
thepeopleyelling.
I cant wait to see what
Nishi says when I send it to
her.
The inside of the Plaza
Hotel is the fanciest place
Ive ever been in my LIFE.
The ceilings are probably
about a hundred feet high,
-
and thechandeliersaremade
out of real crystals and
GOLD.Probably100percent.
I couldnt stop staring at
everything. I felt so out of
place!Therewasevenalady
playing a HARP in a place
that PrincessMia (I still feel
weird calling her my sister)
-
told me is called the Palm
Court.
Youre lucky were not
going there, she saidonour
way to the elevators. They
make you eat egg salad
sandwiches.
I like egg salad
sandwiches, I said. I like
-
any kind of sandwiches, as
longastheyhavegluten.
Oh, she said. Well,
then well go there later and
youcanhavealltheeggsalad
sandwichesyouwant.
Except for the mean
reporters, its like Ive died
andgonetoheaven.
-
Ontheelevator therewas
amanwhose job it is just to
worktheelevator.Heridesin
itupanddownallday,sothe
richpeopledonthave to tire
themselves out, pushing all
thebuttons.
I bet he gets carsick. I
looked around, but I didnt
-
see any throw-up. They
probably take the bucket
awaywhennooneislooking.
Hello, Lyle, Princess
Miasaidtotheelevatorman.
Lyle, Id like you to meet
mysister,Olivia.
Hello, Princess Olivia,
Lyle said. He nodded as he
-
pushed the button that said
PE. At first I thought,
Why would they be taking
metodophysicaleducation?
School was out hours ago!
Then I realized PE had to
standforsomethingelse.
Hope you have a nice
visit,Lylesaid.
-
Thanks, Isaid,politely.
IhopeIwill,too.
The elevator ride to PE
took a long time, and when
the doors opened, there was
no sign of a gymnasium.
Instead, we were in a red-
carpeted hallway with white
wallstrimmedingold.Asign
-
on the wall said in elegant
gold script PENTHOUSE EAST.
So thats what PE stood for.
Theeastpenthouse!
I had never been in a
penthousebefore,but Iknew
from all the TV Id seen at
Nishis house that it was the
fanciest apartment in the
-
building.Also, it was on the
top floor of the building, so
that meant it was the most
expensive.Obviously,princes
are very rich, from having
saved all their familymoney
for many hundreds of years,
which is another reason it
made me so mad that those
-
reporters downstairs had
asked about my dad
abandoning me, when
actually hed sent me large
checks (and personal letters)
everymonth,andithadbeen
mymotherwhodrequestedI
not be told of my royal
heritage.
-
Then,aswewalkeddown
the long, hushed hallway,
which was filled with tall
vasesofreallivewhiteroses,
Inoticedthatadoorwasopen
attheendofthehallway,and
standing in the doorwaywas
an old white lady I
recognized from some of the
-
samemagazines inwhichId
seen Princess Mia. But Id
never bothered to read
anything about her because
shelookedsoboring.
Except that Princess Mia
looked pretty scared of her.
She was standing up
straighter and holding her
-
pursetighter.
So this is she? the old
lady asked, before wed
gotten all the way down the
hallway.
Thisisshe,Grandmre,
Princess Mia said in a very
politevoice.
-
I couldntbelieve it!This
was my grandmother,
Dowager Princess Clarisse
Renaldo? She looked
completely unlike any
grandma Ive ever seen! She
wasntwarmandcuddly like
Nishis grandma, who loves
tocookand tell storiesabout
-
life back in India, where
Nishisfamilycomesfrom.
Mydadsmomistalland
skinny and was dressed in a
dark purple suit with even
darkerpurplefuronthecuffs
ofhersleeves(andImpretty
sureitwasntfakefur,which
we learned in school isnt
-
very environmentally
conscious), and her
fingernails were long and
pointyandherlongwhitehair
was piled up on top of her
headinabigbun.
Also, Im not sure but I
think she might have drawn
hereyebrowsonwithablack
-
pencilandshehadonabouta
milliongiantringsthatIthink
were real diamonds and
rubies and pearls and
emeralds.InfactIknow they
were, because shes a
princess!
Miapokedmeintheback
and suddenly I remembered
-
what shed taught me in the
cartodoandsaywhenImet
mygrandmother.
Its sonice tomeetyou,
Grandmothis that a
miniaturepoodle?
Ihadntmeant tosaythat
last part, but I couldnt help
it!!!AllofasuddenasIwas
-
curtsying I saw this little
whitepowderpuffwithatiny
black nose peeking out from
aroundGrandmresfeet.
I love poodles! I cried.
Theyre themost intelligent
breed of dog. And theyre
also very excellent
swimmers.
-
I didnt mean to start
yelling everything I know
about dogs in front of my
newroyalgrandmother.
But I just really, really
likedogs,almostasmuchasI
love kangaroos. Aunt
Catherinewould never let us
have one (not a kangaroo, of
-
course, but a dog or a cat or
evenaguineapig).
Yes, my grandmother
saidverystiffly.Poodlesare
very intelligent, arent they?
Didyouknowtheywereused
asdefensedogson thehome
frontinWorldWarII?
Yes, I said. Ive read
-
all about them. They also
dont shed. I had tried this
argument many times on
Aunt Catherine in order to
convince her to let us get a
poodle, but it had never
worked.
-
Interesting. My other
granddaughter only likes
cats.
Grandmre looked at my
sister,whosaid,Idontonly
likecats.Iveonlyeverhada
cat. Grandmre, could we
comeinnow?
Grandmre opened the
-
door to let us in, and I
couldntbelievewhatIfound
inside.
Besides the floors being
white marble, streaked with
black,likeinamuseum,there
were antiques all over the
place! I dont mean just any
antiques, like fancypaintings
-
on the wallsthough there
were lots of those, of old-
timey sailing ships and fruit
andprettyladiesinwigs,with
huge gold frames around
thembutalso:
1. An actual mummifiedhawk in an Egyptian
-
sarcophagus
2. Tusks from narwhals,which are practically
extinct now, and Im
pretty sure illegal to
own outside of
museums
3.Awhitegrandpiano
-
4.Asuitofarmor
Even the furniture youre
-
allowed to sit on is antique
and way fancier than
anything Aunt Catherine
owns, and she gets all her
furniture directly from
designers showrooms in
Manhattan.
I was staring at the view
of Central Park outside the
-
huge, floor-to-ceiling
windowswhich are really
doors, leading out to a huge
balconynot being able to
believemy grandma lived in
a building so chic that it has
doormen and an elevator
attendant, when another dog
came running into the room
-
from another part of the
apartment. Iknewatoncehe
was a poodle, too, but this
onewasmucholder than the
white one, so old, in fact, he
had no fur at all and looked
like a wrinkly old man, but
stillquiteadorable,ofcourse.
The old dog was barking
-
andgrowlinglikeaguarddog
as he hurried up to me, but
when I smiled and squatted
down to be eye level with
him, he stopped dead in his
tracksandstaredatme.
Well, hello, I said. It
washardnottolaughatsuch
a little dog who clearly
-
thoughthewassoferocious.
Thats when he put his
pawsonmykneesandstarted
lickingmy face, his little tail
waggingsofast,itwasablur.
Hi,Isaid,grabbinghim
and scooping him up in my
arms so he could kiss me
more. How are you? Even
-
thoughhewassowrinklyand
nakedwithouthisfur,hewas
stillquitesoftandwarm.
Rommel? Grandma
sounded shocked. Whatever
isthematterwiththatdog?
Nothings the matter
withhim,Isaid.
Hes never let anyone
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pickhimuplikethat.
Oh, Im sorry. I started
to put Rommel down, but
Grandmasaid,No,no,never
mind.Ifhelikesyou,helikes
you. Would you like a
cocktail?
Grandmre, I heardmy
sistercallfromthenextroom.
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Shestwelve.
I meant an aperitif, of
course.
Has there ever been a
luckiergirlthanmeinallthe
world?IvefoundoutIhave:
1.Asister
2.Agrandmother
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3. And two adoptedpoodles
allinoneday!
JustwhenIthoughtthings
couldnt get better, I was
running around after
Snowball (thats the girl
poodle,who still hasher fur.
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Grandma said I could name
her, so I picked Snowball)
andIwentpastthisoneroom
filled with books and there
was a bald white man
standing there on his cell
phone and I knewI just
knewhewasmydad.
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(Well, also because Id
seen photos of the prince of
Genovia in the same
magazines Id seen Princess
Mia and Grandma, and the
man at the desk looked
exactly like the photos.Only
lessmean,somehow,because
hed shaved off his
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mustache.)
Whenhesawme,hegota
strangeexpressiononhisface
andsaid,Barry,Imgoingto
have to call you back, and
put his phone in his pocket
andasked,Olivia?
Ididntevenstoptothink.
Because when you see your
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father for the first time in
your whole life, you dont
have to think. You just run
over to where hes standing
and throw your arms around
him and hug him, even
though of course, being a
prince, hes wearing military
medals.
-
Oof, he said, I guess
becauseIdburiedmyheadin
hisstomachprettyhard.
But he hugged me back,
saying, Its very good to
meetyouatlast.
You have no idea. I
rested my cheek against his
soft belly and smelled his
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Dad-like smell, which is a
mix of mouthwash, the
leather from his belt (which
holds his sword), and
whatever detergent the hotel
uses.
Yes, Dad said. Well,
Imverysorryittooksolong.
It was your mothers idea,
-
you know, for you not to
knowthetruth,andforusnot
tohaveanypersonalcontact.
She was worried about you
growing up in the celebrity
spotlight.
I know, I said, still
hugging him. I already met
thereportersdownstairs.
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Im very sorry about all
that
I could hear his stomach
juices digesting whatever
hed had for lunch. It was a
comforting sound, but I felt
bad for him anyway. All
these years later, he is still
clearly devastated over the
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lossofmybeautiful,beautiful
mother.
Well, who wouldnt be?
Shewasanamazinglady.
I hoped the sight of me
wouldnt be too painful for
him.
Thats another reason
yourmotherthoughtitwould
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besaferforyounottoknow,
Dadwenton.Thepresscan
besointrusive.Youhavethe
right to grow up without
being harassed. And from
what I understand, even
before they found out, you
werealreadybeingpickedon
atschool
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Iletgoofhimatlast.
Yes, I said, looking up
into his face. But didnt
PrincessMiasmomwantthe
samethingforher?Andshes
turned out all right. I think I
willtoo.
Helaidhishandsonboth
myshouldersandsaid,witha
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sigh, Yes, Olivia, I agree
with you. You seem like a
very special girl. But it
wasnt easy forMia, and its
notgoing tobeeasyforyou,
either.
Iknow,Isaid.ButIm
tougherthanIlook.AndIve
already learned how to smile
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andwave.Look.
I showed him the smile
and wave that Princess Mia
had taught me, though the
effect was somewhat ruined
by Snowball choosing that
moment to jump up on me,
because shes still a puppy,
and she hasnt been properly
-
trained.
No, Snowball, I said,
takingholdofherfrontpaws
and giving them a gentle
squeeze. Down. I put her
front paws back on the floor
soshedknowdownmeant
keeping