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“Like reading a note from your best friend.”
—ALA Booklist “The action is fast, furious, and laugh–out–loud funny… Through it all, Mia remains as smart, sassy, self–absorbed, worried, and wistful as ever.”
—ALA Booklist
“Cabot writes with a deft touch… Mia emerges as a vibrant girl who may become a good princess no matter how much she dislikes the prospect. Teenage girls will love it.”
—Kirkus "Fast, furious, laugh-out-loud funny!" — Booklist
—ALA Booklist “The action is fast, furious, and laugh–out–loud funny… Through it all, Mia remains as smart, sassy, self–absorbed, worried, and wistful as ever.”
—ALA Booklist
“Cabot writes with a deft touch… Mia emerges as a vibrant girl who may become a good princess no matter how much she dislikes the prospect. Teenage girls will love it.”
—Kirkus "Fast, furious, laugh-out-loud funny!" — Booklist
作者简介
Meg Cabot is the author of many successful books for teenagers and adults. Her THE PRINCESS DIARIES series has sold in vast quantities, and two movies based on the series have been massively popular around the world. Her books have topped the US and UK bestseller lists for weeks. She and her husband divide their time between Florida and Indiana.
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Friday, April 28, Gifted and Talented
Okay. They’ve descended into madness.
I guess some of them (namely, Lana, Trisha, Shameeka, and Tina) didn’t have that far to go, anyway.
But I think they’ve taken the word senioritis to new extremes.
So Tina and I were out in the hallway just before lunch when we ran into Lana, Trisha, and Shameeka, and Tina yelled, over the din of everyone passing by, “Did you guys hear? Michael is back! And his robotic arm is a huge success! And he’s a millionaire!”
Lana and Trisha, as one might predict, both let out shrieks that I swear could have burst the glass in all the emergency fire pulls nearby. Shameeka was more subdued, but even she got a crazed look in her eyes.
Then, when we got into the jet line to get our yogurts and salads (well, those guys. They’re all trying to lose five pounds before the prom. I was getting a tofurkey burger), Tina started telling them about Michael’s donating a CardioArm to the Columbia University Medical Center, and Lana went, “Oh my God, when is that, tomorrow? We are so going.”
“Uh,” I said, my heart sliding up into my throat. “No, we aren’t.”
“Seriously,” Trisha said, agreeing with me (I could have kissed her). “I’ve got a tanning appointment. I’m totally building up a golden glow for prom next weekend. I’m wearing white, you know.”
“Whatever,” Lana said, picking out diet sodas for all of us. “You can tan after.”
“But we’ve got Mia’s birthday party Monday,” Trisha said. “There’re going to be celebrities there. I don’t want to look pasty in front of celebrities.”
“Trisha really has her priorities straight,” I pointed out. “Not looking pasty in front of celebrities comes before stalking my ex-boyfriends.”
“I don’t want to stalk Michael,” Shameeka said. “But I agree with Lana that we should at least check out this event. I want to see how Michael looks. Aren’t you curious, Mia?”
“No,” I said, firmly. “And besides, I’m sure we won’t be able to get in. It’s probably closed to everyone but invited guests and press.”
“Oh, that won’t be a problem,” Lana said. “You can get us in. You’re a princess. And besides, even if you can’t—you’re on the staff of the Atom. Get us press passes. Just ask Lilly.”
Lifting up my lunch tray, I shot her a very sarcastic look. It took Lana a second or two to realize what she’d said. Then, when she finally did, she went, “Oh. Yeah. He’s her brother. And she was really mad at you about dumping him last year, or something. Right?”
“Let’s just drop it,” I said. I swear, I wasn’t even hungry anymore. My tofurkey burger, sitting on its plate in front of me, looked completely unappetizing. I thought about ditching it for tacos. If ever there’d been a day I could have used some spicy beef, it seemed like today.
“Isn’t your little sister writing for the Atom this year?” Shameeka asked Lana.
Lana looked over at her little sister Gretchen, who was sitting with the other cheerleaders at a table by the door.
“Oooh,” Lana said. “Good suggestion. She’s such a little butt kisser, trying to get extracurriculars for college, she’ll have been to the Atom meeting this morning for sure. Let me go check and see if she got assigned to the Michael story.”
I could have stabbed them both with my spork.
“I am going to go sit down now,” I said, from between gritted teeth. “With my boyfriend. You guys can come sit with me, but if you do, I don’t want you to be talking about this. In front of my boyfriend. Do you understand? Good.”
I kept my gaze locked on J.P. as I made my way across the caf to our table, determined not to glance in Lana’s direction. J.P., chatting with Boris, Perrin, and Ling Su, noticed me coming, looked up and smiled. I smiled back.
Still, out of the corner of my eye, I managed to see Lana hit her sister on the back of the head, grab her Miu Miu purse, and dig around in it.
Great. That could only mean one thing. Gretchen had press passes to tomorrow’s event.
“How’s it going?” J.P. asked me, as I sat down.
“Great,” I lied.
Mia Thermopolis’s Big Fat Lie Number Five.
“Fantastic,” J.P. said. “Hey, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”
I froze with my tofurkey burger halfway to my lips. Oh, God. Here? Now? He was going to ask me to the prom in the cafeteria, in front of everybody? This was J.P.’s idea of romantic?
No. It couldn’t be. Because J.P.’s made me dinner at his apartment before when his parents were out of town, and he’s pulled out all the stops…candles, jazz on the stereo, delicious fettuccini Alfredo, chocolate mousse for dessert. The guy knows romantic.
And he’s no slouch on Valentine’s Day, either. He got me a beautiful heart locket (from Tiffany, of course) with our initials entwined on it for our first, and a diamond journey necklace (to show how far we’d come from that first kiss outside my building) for our second.
Surely he wasn’t going to ask me to the prom as I was biting into a tofurkey burger in the cafeteria.
Then again…he thought he didn’t have to bother asking me to the prom at all. So….
Tina, overhearing J.P.’s question as she slid her tray down next to Boris’s, gasped.
Well, let’s face it. She would. This is another reason I can never tell her about Ransom My Heart. She’d never be able to keep it to herself. Especially the steamier parts. She’d want to know how I researched them.
Then she recovered herself and said, “Oh? You have a question for Mia, J.P.?”
“Uh,” J.P. said. “Yeah...”
“How nice.” Tina tried not to look like she was about to give birth to the eighteenth Duggar baby. “Everybody? J.P. wants to ask Mia something.”
“Uh,” J.P. said, a light pink shade tinging his cheeks as a hush fell over the cafeteria table and everyone looked at him expectantly. “I just wanted to ask what you were getting Principal Gupta and the rest of them as thank you gifts for writing your letters of recommendation?”
Oh. Also, phew.
“I’m getting them each a set of six hand-blown Genovian crystal water goblets,” I said. “With the Royal Genovian crest on them.”
“Oh,” he said, gulping. “I think my mom’s just going to get them each a gift certificate to Barnes and Noble.”
“I’m sure they’ll like that much better,” I said, feeling bad. Grandmere was always so over-the- top with her gift-giving.
“We’re giving them Swavorski crystal apples,” Ling Su and Perrin said, at the same time. This made them sound nerdier than they are. They’d actually completely given up sitting with the Backpack Patrol, as J.P. refers to Kenny’s—I mean, Kenneth’s—gang, across the caf, who’d taken to traveling everywhere with their giant backpacks of books, even this late in the school year, knowing full well they’d already gotten into their colleges of choice (well, second choice). Some of them had so many books, in fact, they used wheelie suitcases to cart them around. It was like they’d never heard of using their lockers.
Lilly, who used to sit amongst them—until Lilly Tells It Like It Is took off and her lunch hour became too busy for her to spend it in the caf—with her multiple piercings and often variantly colored hair, looked like an exotic flower. I think they were all pretty sorry to see her go—although I’m not sure any of them but Kenny really noticed, seeing as how their heads were all buried in their advanced chem books.
“Well, that’s taken care of,” Lana announced, setting her tray down. “Two o’clock tomorrow, geek.”
She was addressing me. Geek is Lana’s pet name for me. I’ve learned she means it as a term of endearment.
“What’s at two o’clock tomorrow?” J.P. wanted to know.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, just as Shameeka slid her tray down, too, and said, covering for me, “Mani-pedi appointments. Who’s got the Diet Cokes? Oh, thanks, Mia.”
“This is so lame.” Trisha took one of the Diet Cokes I’d bought, too. “Did I mention how lame this is? I have to tan.”
“What are they talking about?” J.P. asked Boris.
“Don’t ask,” Boris advised him. “Just ignore them, and maybe they’ll go away.”
And that was that. It was decided—sort of non-verbally, but more verbally after lunch was over and we were all walking to class and the guys were gone. Lana got press passes (two of them, one for a reporter, and one for a photographer) from her sister Gretchen for Michael’s donation of one of his CardioArms to Columbia.
Apparently they all think we’re going tomorrow (to them, two press passes = permission for the five of us to enter, in Lana Fantasy Land).
But the REAL fantasy is that they think I’m actually going to go, because no way I am setting foot anywhere near that place. I mean, nothing has changed—I still don’t want to see Michael—I still can’t see Michael…not sneaking in to see him on Lana Weinberger’s little sister’s high school newspaper’s press pass. I mean, that is insane. That’s like something out of a book--something that’s just not going to happen.
Ever.
God, Boris is really scraping away on that thing!
And Lilly isn’t even here. Which is no big surprise, she hasn’t been in G&T since her show got picked up by a television network in Seoul. She tapes every day during lunch and fifth period. They actually let her out of school to do this, and give her class credit and everything.
Which is cool. I guess she’s a huge star in Korea.
Well, I always knew she’d be a star.
For some reason I just always thought I’d be friends with her when it happened.
Well, things change, I guess.
Okay. They’ve descended into madness.
I guess some of them (namely, Lana, Trisha, Shameeka, and Tina) didn’t have that far to go, anyway.
But I think they’ve taken the word senioritis to new extremes.
So Tina and I were out in the hallway just before lunch when we ran into Lana, Trisha, and Shameeka, and Tina yelled, over the din of everyone passing by, “Did you guys hear? Michael is back! And his robotic arm is a huge success! And he’s a millionaire!”
Lana and Trisha, as one might predict, both let out shrieks that I swear could have burst the glass in all the emergency fire pulls nearby. Shameeka was more subdued, but even she got a crazed look in her eyes.
Then, when we got into the jet line to get our yogurts and salads (well, those guys. They’re all trying to lose five pounds before the prom. I was getting a tofurkey burger), Tina started telling them about Michael’s donating a CardioArm to the Columbia University Medical Center, and Lana went, “Oh my God, when is that, tomorrow? We are so going.”
“Uh,” I said, my heart sliding up into my throat. “No, we aren’t.”
“Seriously,” Trisha said, agreeing with me (I could have kissed her). “I’ve got a tanning appointment. I’m totally building up a golden glow for prom next weekend. I’m wearing white, you know.”
“Whatever,” Lana said, picking out diet sodas for all of us. “You can tan after.”
“But we’ve got Mia’s birthday party Monday,” Trisha said. “There’re going to be celebrities there. I don’t want to look pasty in front of celebrities.”
“Trisha really has her priorities straight,” I pointed out. “Not looking pasty in front of celebrities comes before stalking my ex-boyfriends.”
“I don’t want to stalk Michael,” Shameeka said. “But I agree with Lana that we should at least check out this event. I want to see how Michael looks. Aren’t you curious, Mia?”
“No,” I said, firmly. “And besides, I’m sure we won’t be able to get in. It’s probably closed to everyone but invited guests and press.”
“Oh, that won’t be a problem,” Lana said. “You can get us in. You’re a princess. And besides, even if you can’t—you’re on the staff of the Atom. Get us press passes. Just ask Lilly.”
Lifting up my lunch tray, I shot her a very sarcastic look. It took Lana a second or two to realize what she’d said. Then, when she finally did, she went, “Oh. Yeah. He’s her brother. And she was really mad at you about dumping him last year, or something. Right?”
“Let’s just drop it,” I said. I swear, I wasn’t even hungry anymore. My tofurkey burger, sitting on its plate in front of me, looked completely unappetizing. I thought about ditching it for tacos. If ever there’d been a day I could have used some spicy beef, it seemed like today.
“Isn’t your little sister writing for the Atom this year?” Shameeka asked Lana.
Lana looked over at her little sister Gretchen, who was sitting with the other cheerleaders at a table by the door.
“Oooh,” Lana said. “Good suggestion. She’s such a little butt kisser, trying to get extracurriculars for college, she’ll have been to the Atom meeting this morning for sure. Let me go check and see if she got assigned to the Michael story.”
I could have stabbed them both with my spork.
“I am going to go sit down now,” I said, from between gritted teeth. “With my boyfriend. You guys can come sit with me, but if you do, I don’t want you to be talking about this. In front of my boyfriend. Do you understand? Good.”
I kept my gaze locked on J.P. as I made my way across the caf to our table, determined not to glance in Lana’s direction. J.P., chatting with Boris, Perrin, and Ling Su, noticed me coming, looked up and smiled. I smiled back.
Still, out of the corner of my eye, I managed to see Lana hit her sister on the back of the head, grab her Miu Miu purse, and dig around in it.
Great. That could only mean one thing. Gretchen had press passes to tomorrow’s event.
“How’s it going?” J.P. asked me, as I sat down.
“Great,” I lied.
Mia Thermopolis’s Big Fat Lie Number Five.
“Fantastic,” J.P. said. “Hey, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”
I froze with my tofurkey burger halfway to my lips. Oh, God. Here? Now? He was going to ask me to the prom in the cafeteria, in front of everybody? This was J.P.’s idea of romantic?
No. It couldn’t be. Because J.P.’s made me dinner at his apartment before when his parents were out of town, and he’s pulled out all the stops…candles, jazz on the stereo, delicious fettuccini Alfredo, chocolate mousse for dessert. The guy knows romantic.
And he’s no slouch on Valentine’s Day, either. He got me a beautiful heart locket (from Tiffany, of course) with our initials entwined on it for our first, and a diamond journey necklace (to show how far we’d come from that first kiss outside my building) for our second.
Surely he wasn’t going to ask me to the prom as I was biting into a tofurkey burger in the cafeteria.
Then again…he thought he didn’t have to bother asking me to the prom at all. So….
Tina, overhearing J.P.’s question as she slid her tray down next to Boris’s, gasped.
Well, let’s face it. She would. This is another reason I can never tell her about Ransom My Heart. She’d never be able to keep it to herself. Especially the steamier parts. She’d want to know how I researched them.
Then she recovered herself and said, “Oh? You have a question for Mia, J.P.?”
“Uh,” J.P. said. “Yeah...”
“How nice.” Tina tried not to look like she was about to give birth to the eighteenth Duggar baby. “Everybody? J.P. wants to ask Mia something.”
“Uh,” J.P. said, a light pink shade tinging his cheeks as a hush fell over the cafeteria table and everyone looked at him expectantly. “I just wanted to ask what you were getting Principal Gupta and the rest of them as thank you gifts for writing your letters of recommendation?”
Oh. Also, phew.
“I’m getting them each a set of six hand-blown Genovian crystal water goblets,” I said. “With the Royal Genovian crest on them.”
“Oh,” he said, gulping. “I think my mom’s just going to get them each a gift certificate to Barnes and Noble.”
“I’m sure they’ll like that much better,” I said, feeling bad. Grandmere was always so over-the- top with her gift-giving.
“We’re giving them Swavorski crystal apples,” Ling Su and Perrin said, at the same time. This made them sound nerdier than they are. They’d actually completely given up sitting with the Backpack Patrol, as J.P. refers to Kenny’s—I mean, Kenneth’s—gang, across the caf, who’d taken to traveling everywhere with their giant backpacks of books, even this late in the school year, knowing full well they’d already gotten into their colleges of choice (well, second choice). Some of them had so many books, in fact, they used wheelie suitcases to cart them around. It was like they’d never heard of using their lockers.
Lilly, who used to sit amongst them—until Lilly Tells It Like It Is took off and her lunch hour became too busy for her to spend it in the caf—with her multiple piercings and often variantly colored hair, looked like an exotic flower. I think they were all pretty sorry to see her go—although I’m not sure any of them but Kenny really noticed, seeing as how their heads were all buried in their advanced chem books.
“Well, that’s taken care of,” Lana announced, setting her tray down. “Two o’clock tomorrow, geek.”
She was addressing me. Geek is Lana’s pet name for me. I’ve learned she means it as a term of endearment.
“What’s at two o’clock tomorrow?” J.P. wanted to know.
“Nothing,” I said quickly, just as Shameeka slid her tray down, too, and said, covering for me, “Mani-pedi appointments. Who’s got the Diet Cokes? Oh, thanks, Mia.”
“This is so lame.” Trisha took one of the Diet Cokes I’d bought, too. “Did I mention how lame this is? I have to tan.”
“What are they talking about?” J.P. asked Boris.
“Don’t ask,” Boris advised him. “Just ignore them, and maybe they’ll go away.”
And that was that. It was decided—sort of non-verbally, but more verbally after lunch was over and we were all walking to class and the guys were gone. Lana got press passes (two of them, one for a reporter, and one for a photographer) from her sister Gretchen for Michael’s donation of one of his CardioArms to Columbia.
Apparently they all think we’re going tomorrow (to them, two press passes = permission for the five of us to enter, in Lana Fantasy Land).
But the REAL fantasy is that they think I’m actually going to go, because no way I am setting foot anywhere near that place. I mean, nothing has changed—I still don’t want to see Michael—I still can’t see Michael…not sneaking in to see him on Lana Weinberger’s little sister’s high school newspaper’s press pass. I mean, that is insane. That’s like something out of a book--something that’s just not going to happen.
Ever.
God, Boris is really scraping away on that thing!
And Lilly isn’t even here. Which is no big surprise, she hasn’t been in G&T since her show got picked up by a television network in Seoul. She tapes every day during lunch and fifth period. They actually let her out of school to do this, and give her class credit and everything.
Which is cool. I guess she’s a huge star in Korea.
Well, I always knew she’d be a star.
For some reason I just always thought I’d be friends with her when it happened.
Well, things change, I guess.
