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Authors: Meg Cabot
Tags: Fiction, General, Humorous stories, Family, Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, Performing Arts, Multigenerational, Schools, High schools, Adolescence, Royalty, princesses, Diaries, parties, Student government
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coast of Dubai.
P AINTURGURL : How did you guess? He’s buying Iceland for his wife, Björk. Any chance you could smuggle me in to meet him?
F T L OUIE : No problem.
P AINTURGURL : Mia Thermopolis, you rule!
Then came one from Shameeka:
B EYONCE _I S _M E : Hi, Mia!
F T L OUIE : Wait, I already know: You heard Beyoncé is coming to the party my grandmother is giving Wednesday night to raise money for the Genovian olive farmers, andyou’d like me to sneak you in so you can meet her.
B EYONCE _I S _M E : Actually, it’s Halle Berry. She’s buying California. Is BEYONCÉ going to be there, too????
F T L OUIE : Consider yourself invited.
B EYONCE _I S _M E : REALLY???? YOU ARE THE BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then Kenny:
E=MC2: Mia, is it true your grandmother is hosting a party next week at which the world-renowned scientist Dr. Rita Rossi Coldwell will be in attendance?
F T L OUIE : Probably. Want to come?
E=MC2: COULD I? Thanks so much, Mia!
F T L OUIE : Don’t mention it.
Then Tina:
I LUVROMANCE : Mia, is it true your grandmother is having a party and all these celebrities are going to be there?
F T L OUIE : Yes. Which one do you want to meet?
I LUVROMANCE : I don’t care! ANY celebrity is fine with me!
F T L OUIE : Done. Be there or be square.
I LUVROMANCE : EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! CELEBRITIES!!! I’M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then, finally, Lilly:
W OMYN R ULE : Hey! What’s this I hear about your grandma inviting Benazir Bhutto to some party next Wednesday night?
Whoa. Not Benazir, too. What’s she bidding on? Faux Pakistan?
F T L OUIE : You want to come and meet her?
W OMYN R ULE : You know I do. She and I have a few things I need to discuss. Primarily her support of the Taliban for all those years.
F T L OUIE : Be my guest.
W OMYN R ULE : Rockin’. See ya tomorrow, POG.
I guess all that stuff I wrote to Carl Jung about—you know, being the president of my student government, but still super unpopular—turns out not to be true. I’m QUITE popular.
Thanks to my GRANDMA.
Thursday, March 4, Homeroom
I’m going to kill her.
I told her NO. I specifically, and definitively, said NO to her.
How can she do this to me?
Again?
Thursday, March 4, PE
Seriously. How did she even DO it? I mean, so fast?
And they’re everywhere, of course. The walls are plastered with them. I opened my locker, and one popped out into my hand.
SHE STUFFED THEM INTO EVERYONE’S LOCKER.
That had to have taken HOURS. How did she do it? Who did she PAY to do it?
God. It could have been anyone. A teacher, even. They barely earn a living wage, after all. I know, I’ve seen Mr. G’s pay stubs lying around.
Everyone is walking around with one in their hand. A bright yellow flyer that says:
----
AUDITIONS TODAY, 3:30 P.M.
The Plaza Hotel, Grand Ballroom A brand-new, all-original show
Braid!
All Are Welcome No Theatrical Experience Necessary
----
I already overheard some of the Drama Club members—the ones who have been busy rehearsing for Hair —looking around all darkly under their eyebrow piercings and going, “ Braid! ? What’s Braid! ? I never heard of a show called Braid! Is it a new Andrew Lloyd Webber? Is it about Rapunzel?”
They are furious that someone is putting on a theatrical production—especially one that seems to involve hair—that might draw away THEIR audience.
And I can’t say I blame them.
But I am not about to volunteer the information that my GRANDMOTHER is the someone they’re all looking for. I mean, Amber Cheeseman is not the only person in this school who knows how to kill with a single blow of the heel of her hand.
P AINTURGURL : How did you guess? He’s buying Iceland for his wife, Björk. Any chance you could smuggle me in to meet him?
F T L OUIE : No problem.
P AINTURGURL : Mia Thermopolis, you rule!
Then came one from Shameeka:
B EYONCE _I S _M E : Hi, Mia!
F T L OUIE : Wait, I already know: You heard Beyoncé is coming to the party my grandmother is giving Wednesday night to raise money for the Genovian olive farmers, andyou’d like me to sneak you in so you can meet her.
B EYONCE _I S _M E : Actually, it’s Halle Berry. She’s buying California. Is BEYONCÉ going to be there, too????
F T L OUIE : Consider yourself invited.
B EYONCE _I S _M E : REALLY???? YOU ARE THE BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then Kenny:
E=MC2: Mia, is it true your grandmother is hosting a party next week at which the world-renowned scientist Dr. Rita Rossi Coldwell will be in attendance?
F T L OUIE : Probably. Want to come?
E=MC2: COULD I? Thanks so much, Mia!
F T L OUIE : Don’t mention it.
Then Tina:
I LUVROMANCE : Mia, is it true your grandmother is having a party and all these celebrities are going to be there?
F T L OUIE : Yes. Which one do you want to meet?
I LUVROMANCE : I don’t care! ANY celebrity is fine with me!
F T L OUIE : Done. Be there or be square.
I LUVROMANCE : EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! CELEBRITIES!!! I’M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then, finally, Lilly:
W OMYN R ULE : Hey! What’s this I hear about your grandma inviting Benazir Bhutto to some party next Wednesday night?
Whoa. Not Benazir, too. What’s she bidding on? Faux Pakistan?
F T L OUIE : You want to come and meet her?
W OMYN R ULE : You know I do. She and I have a few things I need to discuss. Primarily her support of the Taliban for all those years.
F T L OUIE : Be my guest.
W OMYN R ULE : Rockin’. See ya tomorrow, POG.
I guess all that stuff I wrote to Carl Jung about—you know, being the president of my student government, but still super unpopular—turns out not to be true. I’m QUITE popular.
Thanks to my GRANDMA.
Thursday, March 4, Homeroom
I’m going to kill her.
I told her NO. I specifically, and definitively, said NO to her.
How can she do this to me?
Again?
Thursday, March 4, PE
Seriously. How did she even DO it? I mean, so fast?
And they’re everywhere, of course. The walls are plastered with them. I opened my locker, and one popped out into my hand.
SHE STUFFED THEM INTO EVERYONE’S LOCKER.
That had to have taken HOURS. How did she do it? Who did she PAY to do it?
God. It could have been anyone. A teacher, even. They barely earn a living wage, after all. I know, I’ve seen Mr. G’s pay stubs lying around.
Everyone is walking around with one in their hand. A bright yellow flyer that says:
----
AUDITIONS TODAY, 3:30 P.M.
The Plaza Hotel, Grand Ballroom A brand-new, all-original show
Braid!
All Are Welcome No Theatrical Experience Necessary
----
I already overheard some of the Drama Club members—the ones who have been busy rehearsing for Hair —looking around all darkly under their eyebrow piercings and going, “ Braid! ? What’s Braid! ? I never heard of a show called Braid! Is it a new Andrew Lloyd Webber? Is it about Rapunzel?”
They are furious that someone is putting on a theatrical production—especially one that seems to involve hair—that might draw away THEIR audience.
And I can’t say I blame them.
But I am not about to volunteer the information that my GRANDMOTHER is the someone they’re all looking for. I mean, Amber Cheeseman is not the only person in this school who knows how to kill with a single blow of the heel of her hand.
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