From the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess by Meg Cabot Page A

Olivia.”
    â€œI will,” I assured her.
    Nishi went into her house, and the Genovian Royal Guard drove me to mine, where I got out of the car to find Justin and Sara had just arrived as well. The bus had taken as long as a bulletproof four-door sedan that had made stops for milk shakes and to drop off my best friend.
    â€œEw,” Sara said, when she saw me. “You’re still all bloody.”
    â€œGross,” Justin said.
    I don’t know who was more surprised when we walked into the house to find my dad and Princess Mia sitting in the living room, talking to Aunt Catherine and Uncle Rick, me or Justin and Sara.
    â€œOh, Olivia, there you are,” Aunt Catherine said as Snowball raced up to lick me hello. “Your father wants to — ”
    It was right then that Mia stood up so fast, the cup of coffee she’d been balancing on a saucer on her knees fell to the floor and forever stained Aunt Catherine’s pure white wall-to-wall carpeting.
    â€œOh my God!” Mia cried, rushing over and grabbing me. “What happened to you? Where is that blood coming from?”
    â€œOlivia.” Dad was right there beside her, running his fingers up and down my arms, as if he were looking for broken bones. “Where are you hurt? Who did this to you?”

    â€œShe’s okay,” Sara assured the adults as she picked up a gluten-free cookie from the plate on the coffee table in front of her dad and stepmom. “Annabelle Jenkins punched her in the face, is all.”
    â€œMy God,” Mia cried. She was trying to take the cotton padding away from my nose, but I wouldn’t let her, because I didn’t want to get blood on Aunt Catherine’s white carpet. She was already on her hands and knees, trying to scrub out Princess Mia’s coffee stain. “Why didn’t the Royal Genovian Guard stop her?”
    â€œDr. Bushy said they had to stay fifty feet away from her,” I said, through the cotton padding. “Annabelle’s dad said he was going to sue the entire Cranbrook school district. Sabine said she called Lars to tell him to tell you, but he said that you were in a meeting. I didn’t know the meeting was here .”
    Both my dad and Mia turned to look accusingly at Lars, who was leaning against the living room wall. He reached up to tap his earpiece.
    â€œYou told me you didn’t want to be disturbed, Your Highnesses,” he said with a sheepish shrug.
    I could tell from my dad’s expression that Lars was in really big trouble.
    Still, I couldn’t feel too worried for him. I couldn’t feel too worried about anything. Instead, I was feeling hopeful. My dad was here! What did it mean? Something good. It had to. Right?
    Except that Uncle Rick was laughing from his place on the couch. That didn’t seem too good.
    â€œJenkins.” Uncle Rick shook his head. “You gotta admit, the guy’s good.”
    Dad did not look as if he agreed with Uncle Rick.
    â€œOh dear,” Aunt Catherine said with a sigh from the carpet, where she was still scrubbing at the stain Princess Mia’s spilled coffee had made. “It’s that preadolescent female aggression. They’re at the age where it starts asserting itself.”
    â€œIn some girls, maybe,” Justin said with a smirk from where he was leaning in the kitchen doorway, also nibbling on a gluten-free cookie. “Not in Olivia. You should have seen it. She went down like a tree.”
    â€œYou were there?” Dad whipped around to face Justin.
    â€œSure,” Justin said, looking surprised. “Everybody was. Tons of photographers. They all got pictures.”
    â€œPictures?” Uncle Rick wasn’t laughing anymore.
    â€œAnd you didn’t do anything to stop it?” Dad barked at Justin.
    â€œWell, I, um — ” Justin looked scared. “You know. It wasn’t my fight.”
    â€œSo you just stood there and let Olivia get