Princess in Waiting by Meg Cabot Page A

you can sink
    in up to your head and never be heard of again . . . which in a way is like what happens every time I look
    into Michael's eyes:
    I fall and fall and am pretty sure I will never be able to get out of them again, but that's OK, because I
    love being there
    looked deeply into mine. My eyes are merely grey, the colour of a New York City sidewalk.
    'I called you last night,' Michael said, as his sister pushed him to move over on the seat so that she could
    get into the limo, too. 'But your mom said you'd passed out. . .'
    'I was really, really tired,' I said, delighted by the fact that he appeared to have been worried about me. 'I
    slept for fifteen
    hours straight.'
    'Whatever,' Lilly said. She was clearly not interested in the details of my sleep cycle. 'I heard from the
    producers of your movie.'
    I was surprised. 'Really? What did they say?'
    'They asked me to take a breakfast meeting with them,' Lilly said, sounding like she was trying not to
    brag. Only she wasn't succeeding terribly well. You could totally hear thegloating in her voice. 'Friday
    morning. So I won't be needing a ride.'
    'Wow,' I said. A breakfast meeting? Really? Will they serve bagels?'
    'Probably,' Lilly said.
    I was impressed. I have never been invited to a breakfast meeting with producers before. Just with the
    Prince of Wales.
    I asked Lilly if she had come up with a list of demands for the producers, and she said she had, but she
    wouldn't tell me
    what they were.
    I think I am going to have to watch this movie and see what's making her so mad. My mom has it on
    tape. She said it was
    one of the funniest things she has ever seen.
    But then, my mom laughs all through Dirty Dancing, even the parts that aren't supposed to be funny, so I
    don't know if she
    is the best judge.
    Uh-oh. One of the cheerleaders (sadly, not Lana) tore her Achilles tendon doing pilates over the break,
    so they just
    announced they are holding tryouts for a replacement. The team's substitute got transferred to an all girls'
    school in Northampton due to having too wild a party while her parents were in Martinique.
    I sincerely hope Lilly is too busy protesting about the movie of my life to protest about the new
    cheerleading try-outs. Last semester she made me walk around with a big sign that said Cheerleading is
    sexist and not a sport, which I am not even
    sure is technically true, since they have cheerleading championships on the sports channel. But it is a fact
    that there are no cheerleaders for the female sports in our school. Like Lana and her gang never turn out
    for the girls' basketball team or the
    girls' volleyball team, but they never miss a boys' game. So maybe the sexist part is true.
    Oh, God, a geek just came in with a hall pass. A hall pass for me! I am being summoned to the office!
    And I didn't even
    do anything! Well, this time, anyway.
    This is so unfair.
    Wednesday, January 20,
    Outside Principal Guptas Office
    I can't believe it is only the second day of second semester, and already I am sitting here outside the
    principal's office.
    And I didn't even do anything! I mean, yeah, I didn't finish my homework, but I fully have a note from my
    stepdad.
    I turned it in to the administrative office first thing. It says:
    Please excuse Mia for not completing her homework for Tuesday, January 19th.
    She was crippled with jetlag and unable to attend to her academic
    responsibilities last evening. She will, of course, make up the work tonight.
    - Frank Gianini
    It kind of sucks when your stepdad is also your teacher.
    But why would Principal Gupta object to this? I mean, I realize it is only the second day of second
    semester, and already
    I've fallen behind. But I'm not THAT far behind.
    And I haven't even seen Lana today, so it's not like I could have done anything to her or her personal
    belongings.
    OH, MY GOD. It just occurred to me. What if they realize they made a mistake, putting me back in
    Gifted and Talented?
    I mean, because I have no gifts