Princess on the Brink by Meg Cabot Read Free Book Online Page A

in Genovia, apparently.
     

Wednesday, September 8, Homeroom
     
    Michael told Lilly. I know he told her because when we stopped by the Moscovitzes’ apartment building to pick her up for school this morning, he was standing outside with her, holding a large hot chocolate (with whipped cream) from Starbucks for me. When the limo pulled up and Hans opened the door, Michael leaned in and said, “Good morning. This is for you. Tell me you didn’t change your mind overnight and hate me now.”
    Except, of course, I could never hate Michael. Especially when the sun is just coming up all shiny and new and its rays hit his freshly shaved neck and when I lean over to take the hot chocolate and give him a good morning kiss, I smell his Michaely scent, which always seems to make everything seem like it’s going to be okay.
    Until he’s out of range for me to smell him anymore, anyway.
    Which is definitely what he’s going to be when he’s in Japan.
    “I don’t hate you,” I said.
    “Good,” he said. “What are you doing tonight?”
    “Um,” I said. “Something with you?”
    “Good answer. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
    Then he kissed me and got out of the way so that Lilly could get in the car. Which she did with a crabby, “God, move , you ass ,” to her brother, since she’s not exactly a morning person.
    Then Michael said, “Play nice with the other kids, girls,”and shut the door. And Lilly turned to me and said, “He’s such an ass .”
    “He totally moved when you asked him to,” I pointed out.
    “Not because of that ,” Lilly said fiercely. “Because of this stupid Japan thing.”
    “If his model works, he’ll end up saving thousands of lives and making millions of dollars,” I said. My hot chocolate was too hot to sip so I blew on it. Only the whipped cream was in the way.
    Lilly looked at me, her eyes all big. “Oh my God,” she said. “Are you going to be reasonable about this?”
    “I don’t have a choice,” I said. “Do I?”
    “I bet if you threw a big enough fit,” Lilly said, “he wouldn’t go.”
    “I already did,” I assured her. “There was crying and snot and everything. It didn’t change his mind.”
    Lilly just grunted upon hearing this.
    “The thing is,” I said. Because I had given this a lot of thought. Like all night long. “He has to go. I don’t want him to, but it’s, like, a thing with him. He feels like he has to prove himself so Us Weekly stops saying I should be dating James Franco instead. Which is stupid, but what can I do about it?”
    “James Franco!” Lilly burst out. “Well. Whatever. James Franco is pretty cute.”
    “Not as cute as Michael,” I said.
    “Ew,” Lilly said, but only because she routinely says ew to any reference to her brother being cute.
    Then, since she was feeling so bad for me and all, I figured I might as well take advantage of the situation. So I went, “Did you and J.P. sleep together this summer, or what?”
    But Lilly just laughed.
    “Nice try, POG,” she said. “But I don’t feel THAT sorry for you.”
    Dang.

Wednesday, September 8, Intro to Creative Writing
     
    Describe a scene outside your window:
     
     
     
    The young girl sits on the swing, her heart heavy, her eyes swollen with tears. The world as she’s known it has ceased to exist. She will never again know what it is to laugh with childish abandon, because her childhood is behind her. Crushed hopes and disappointed dreams will be her constant companions now that the love of her life has flown. She raises her eyes to watch a plane as it soars across the brilliantly lit sky, the sun sinking in the west. Is that the plane carrying away her love? Probably. It disappears into the crimson sunset.
     
     
     
    F–
     
     
     
    Mia, when I said describe a scene outside your window, I meant for you to describe something you actually see outside your window , such as a Dumpster or bodega. I did not want you to make up some scene. And I know you made up