Princess on the Brink Read Free Page B

instruction in diplomacy for nothing.
     
     
     
    I know…let’s all THREE be lab partners. Okay?—Mia
     
     
     
    To which Kenny replied:
     
     
     
    Cool! I like your new haircut, by the way. You look just like Anakin Skywalker from The Phantom Menace . You know, the one where he pod races?
     
     
     
    Great. I look like a nine-year-old boy.
    J.P. just wrote:
     
     
     
    Skillfully done, grasshopper. I see your sensei has taught you well.
     
     
     
    Sensei! That’s the first time I’ve ever heard anyone refer to my grandmother as THAT.
     
     
     
    Would she be offended if she knew?
     
     
     
    Are you kidding? I can totally see her in one of those karate uniforms, with a big stick, telling me that “somelessons can’t be taught. They must be lived to be understood.”
     
     
     
    À la Terence Stamp in Elektra . Nice. Only it’s called a gi.
     
     
     
    What is?
     
     
     
    A karate uniform. Don’t you know the ways of the fighting arts?
     
     
     
    Sorry. But I know how to pour a formal tea.
     
     
     
    Well, obviously you’re set for life then.
     
     
     
    Hee. It’s fun talking to J.P. It’s like talking to a girl, only better, because he’s a guy. But there’s no sexual tension because I know he likes Lilly.
     
     
     
    This might actually turn out not to be so bad. I mean, except for the whole Chemistry part.
     
     
     
—Matter—
—Pure substances—
—Mixtures—
Elements
Compounds
Homogeneous
Heterogeneous
 
 
     
     
     
    Pure substance—constant composition
    Element—composed of single atom
    Compound—2 or more elements in a specific ratio
    Mixture—combinations of pure substances
     
     
     
    Only six hours until I get to see Michael. Please, God, don’t let me die of boredom before then.

Tuesday, September 7, Precalculus
     
    Differentiation—finding the derivative
    Derivative = slope
    Derivative also rate
     
     
     
    Integration
     
     
     
    Infinite series
    Divergent series
    Convergent series
     
     
     
    Wait.
    Okay.
    What?
     
     
     
    They have GOT to be kidding.
     
     
     
    Only five hours until I see Michael.

Tuesday, September 7, Assembly
     
    Okay, well, THAT was lame. Only one person was nominated for student council president:
    Me.
    I am apparently running unopposed.
    Principal Gupta is way disappointed in us. You can tell.
    I guess I am, too. I mean, I knew our school was apathetic, and all. Look how everyone rushed out and bought Diddy’s new album when they KNOW he is withholding information about Biggie Smalls’s murder from the Los Angeles police.
    But this is ridiculous.
    Lilly practically cried. I guess it’s not really a victory if there’s no one to beat. I tried to tell her it was because we did such a great job last year, people figured there was no point in running against us, because we would just win anyway.
    But then Lilly pointed out that everyone was just text messaging one another about what they’re doing after school during the entire Assembly, not even paying attention, so it was likely they didn’t even know WHAT was going on. They probably thought it was just another convocation on daring to keep off drugs.
     
     
     
    HOMEWORK
    Homeroom: n/a
    Intro to Creative Writing: Describe a scene out your window
    English: Franny and Zooey
    French: Finish décrire un soir amusant avec les amis
    G & T: Prepare a summary for Mrs. Hill of what you hope to accomplish in G&T this semester
    PE: Wash gym shorts
    Chemistry: Ask Kenny/J.P.
    Precalculus: Seriously. This class HAS to be a joke.

 
     
    ME, A PRINCESS???? YEAH, RIGHT.
    A Screenplay by Mia Thermopolis
    (first draft)
     
    Scene 13
    INT/DAY—The Palm Court at the Plaza Hotel in New York City. Close-up of MIA’s face as she tries to digest what her father, PRINCE PHILLIPE, has just told her.
     
    MIA
 
    (fighting tears, and hiccups)
    I am NOT moving to Genovia.
     
     
    PRINCE PHILLIPE
 
    (using his now-let’s-be-reasonable voice)
    But, Mia. I thought you