by Meg Cabot
Princess in the Spotlight
( Princess Diaries - 2 )
Meg Cabot
For my grandparents,
Bruce and Patsy Mounsey,
who are nothing like any of the grandparents in this book.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Many thanks to Barb Cabot, Debra Martin Chase, Bill Contardi, Sarah Davies, Laura Langlie, Abby McAden, Alison Donalty, and the usual suspects: Beth Ader, Jennifer Brown, Dave Walton, and especially, Benjamin Egnatz.
When things are horrible—just horrible—
I think as hard as ever I can of being a princess.
I say to myself,
“I am a princess.”
You don’t know how it makes you forget.
A LITTLE PRINCESS
Frances Hodgson Burnett
Contents
Acknowledgments
Epigraph
Monday, October 20, 8 a.m. Okay
So I was just in the kitchen, eating cereal, you know, the usual Monday morning routine...
Monday, October 20, Homeroom
I am really trying to take this calmly, you know? Because there isn’t any point in getting upset...
Monday, October 20, Still Homeroom
And what about that? Why weren’t she and Mr. Gianini using birth control?
Monday, October 20, Algebra
I can’t believe this. I really can’t believe this.
She hasn’t told him.
Monday, October 20, English
Great. Just great.
As if things aren’t bad enough...
Monday, October 20, Lunch
Okay, Lilly knows.
All right, maybe she doesn’t KNOW.. .
Monday, October 20, G & T
And what about that, anyway? How many dates has my mom even been on with Mr. G, anyway?
Still Monday, October 20, Still G & T
Lilly caught me looking up stuff about pregnancy on the Internet.
Monday, October 20, After school
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse,
suddenly, they did.
Later on Monday
Just got off the phone with Grandmère. She wanted to know why I hadn’t returned her call.
Monday, October 20, 11 p.m.
Some surprise that was.
Somebody really needs to tell Grandmère...
Still later on Monday
My mom came in. I thought Mr. G had left, so I went, “How’d it go?”
Tuesday, October 21, 1 a.m.
Hey, I thought my mom was a feminist who didn’t believe in the male hierarchy...
Tuesday, October 21, 2 a.m.
Oh, my God. I just realized that if my mom marries Mr. Gianini, it means he’ll be living here.
Tuesday, October 21, 9 a.m.
When I woke up this morning, my throat hurt so much, I couldn’t even talk. I could only croak.
Later on Tuesday
My mom stayed home from the studio today.
I croaked to her that she shouldn’t.
Even later on Tuesday
Lilly just stopped by. She brought me all of my homework. She says I look wretched...
Wednesday, October 22
This morning my mom called my dad where he’s staying at the Plaza, and made him bring the limo over...
Thursday, October 23
Oh, my God. Something so exciting just happened, I can hardly write.
Later on Thursday
This afternoon while I was lying around with icepacks under the covers, trying to bring my fever down...
Even later on Thursday
After dinner I felt well enough to get out of bed, and so I did.
Friday, October 24, Algebra
I AM BETTER!!!!!
Well, actually, I don’t feel all that great, but I don’t care.
Friday, October 24, World Civ
LIST FIVE BASIC TYPES OF GOVERNMENT
anarchy
Friday, October 24, G & T
It turns out that since I’ve been gone, Boris has started learning some new music on his violin.
Later on Friday
Talk about embarrassing! Principal Gupta somehow found out about my giving Michael some...
Even later on Friday
What am I supposed to do about this stupid English journal assignment, Describe an experience...
Saturday, October 25, 2 p.m., Grandmère’s suite
I am sitting here waiting for my interview. In addition to my throat hurting, I feel like I am going to...
Saturday, October 25, 7 p.m., on the way to Lilly’s house
Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, OH GOD.
Sunday, October 26, 2 a.m., Lilly’s bedroom
Okay, I just have one question: Why does it always have to go from bad to worse...
Sunday, October 26, 7 p.m.
I was really afraid that when I got home my mom was going to be disappointed in me.
Sunday, October 26, 8 p.m.
You will not believe what got delivered to our house while I was gone. I was sure it was a mistake...
Sunday, October 26, 9 p.m.
Another e-mail from Jo-C-rox!
This one went...
Monday, October 27, G & T
Unfortunately, it appears that Lilly is not the only one who noticed the ads for tonight’s broadcast.
Monday, October 27, Bio
Mrs. Sing, our Biology teacher, says it is physiologically impossible to die of either boredom or...
Monday, October 27, After school
I never thought I would say this, but I am worried about Grandmère.
Monday, October 27, Later
I figured as soon as I got home, I would tell my mom that she and Mr. G need to elope, and right away.
Tuesday, October 28, Principal Gupta’s office
Oh, God! No sooner had I set foot in Homeroom today than I was summoned to the principal’s office!
Tuesday, October 28, Algebra
Principal Gupta is way concerned about my mental health.
Tuesday, October 28, G & T
Well, Mrs. Hill didn’t get fired.
Instead, I guess they gave her a warning...
Tuesday, October 28, Bio
I am winning friends and influencing people everywhere I go today. Kenny just asked me...
Tuesday, October 28, 6 p.m., On the way back to the loft from Grandmère’s
What with all the backlash about my interview on TwentyFour/Seven, I completely forgot...
Tuesday, October 28, 10 p.m., The loft
Well, it happened. The impending disaster is now officially a real disaster.
Tuesday, October 28, 11 p.m.
Another e-mail from Jo-C-rox!
This one said...
Wednesday, October 29, English
Well, one thing is for sure:
Having a guy like my cousin Hank follow you around
Wednesday, October 29, G & T
I don’t believe this. I really don’t.
Lilly and Hank are missing.
Wednesday, October 29, World Civ
Still no sign of them.
Wednesday, October 29, Bio
Still nothing.
Wednesday, October 29, Algebra Review
Lars says he thinks it would be precipitous at this point to call the police.
Wednesday, October 29, 7 p.m.
It’s all right. They’re safe.
Apparently, Hank got back to the hotel around five...
Wednesday, October 29, 10 p.m.
Okay, so I was just casually flipping through the channels, you know, taking a little study break...
Thursday, October 3
0, English
Hank didn’t come to school with me today. He called first thing this morning and said he wasn’t feeling...
Thursday, October 30, World Civ
THINGS TO DO BEFORE MR. G. MOVES IN
1. Vacuum
Thursday, October 30, G & T
I don’t believe this.
They’ve done it again.
Thursday, October 30, 7 p.m., Limo back to the loft
Another huge shock. If my life continues along this roller-coaster course, I may have to seek...
More Thursday, October 30, 9 p.m.
Well, Mr. Gianini is all moved in. I have already played nine games of foozball.
Friday, October 31, Homeroom
I woke with the strangest feeling of foreboding. I couldn’t figure out why for a few minutes.
Friday, October 31, Algebra
Mr. Gianini is not here today. Instead, we have a substitute teacher named Mrs. Krakowski.
Friday, October 31, G & T
Okay.
I will never underestimate Lilly Moscovitz again.
Friday, October 31, French
I borrowed Lars’s cell phone and called the SoHo Grand between lunch and fifth period.
Friday, October 31, 9 p.m.
I am in shock. I really am.
Not because my mom and my Algebra teacher...
Saturday, November 1, 2 p.m.
The evening wasn’t a total bust.
Quite a few people seemed to have a very good time.
About the Author
Other Books by Megan Cabot
Credits
About the Publisher
Copyright
Monday, October 20,8 a.m.
Okay. So I was just in the kitchen, eating cereal, you know, the usual Monday morning routine, when my mom comes out of the bathroom with this funny look on her face. I mean, she was all pale and her hair was kind of sticking out and she had on her terry cloth robe instead of her kimono, which usually means she’s premenstrual.
So I said, “Mom, you want some Midol? Because, no offense, you look like you could use some.”
Which is sort of a dangerous thing to say to a premenstrual woman, but you know, she’s my mom, and all. It’s not like she was going to karate chop me, the way she would if anybody else said that to her.
But she just said, “No. No, thanks,” in this dazed voice.
So then I assumed something really horrible had happened. You know, like Fat Louie had eaten another sock, or they were cutting off our electricity again because I’d forgotten to fish the bill out of the salad bowl where Mom keeps stuffing them.
So I grabbed her and I was like, “Mom? Mom, what is it? What’s wrong?”
She sort of shook her head, like she does when she’s confused over the microwave instructions on a frozen pizza. “Mia,” she said, in this shocked but happy way, “Mia. I’m pregnant.”
Oh, my God. OH, MY GOD.
My mom is having my Algebra teacher’s baby.
Monday, October 20, Homeroom
I am really trying to take this calmly, you know? Because there isn’t any point in getting upset about it.
But how can I NOT be upset? My mother is about to become a single parent. AGAIN.
You would think she’d have learned a lesson with me and all, but apparently not.
As if I don’t have enough problems. As if my life isn’t over already. I just don’t see how much more I can be expected to take. I mean, apparently, it is not enough that
1. I am the tallest girl in the freshman class.
2. I am also the least endowed in the chest area.
3. Last month, I found out my mother has been dating my Algebra teacher.
4. Also last month, I found out that I am the sole heir to the throne of a small European country.
5. I have to take princess lessons from my paternal grandmother. Every day.
6. In December, I am supposed to be introduced to my new countrymen and women on national television (in Genovia, population 50,000, but still).
7. I don’t have a boyfriend.
Oh, no. You see, all of that isn’t enough of a burden, apparently. Now my mother has to get pregnant out of wedlock. AGAIN.
Thanks, Mom. Thanks a whole lot.
Monday, October 20, Still Homeroom
And what about that? Why weren’t she and Mr. Gianini using birth control? Could someone please explain that to me? Whatever happened to her diaphragm? I know she has one. I found it once in the shower when I was a little kid. I took it and used it as a birdbath for my Barbie townhouse for a few weeks, until my mom finally found out and took it away.
And what about condoms??? Do people my mother’s age think they are immune to sexually transmitted diseases? They are obviously not immune to pregnancy, so what gives?
This is so like my mother. She can’t even remember to buy toilet paper. How is she going to remember to use birth control????????
Monday, October 20, Algebra
I can’t believe this. I really can’t believe this.
She hasn’t told him. My mother is having my Algebra teacher’s baby, and she hasn’t even told him.
I can tell she hasn’t told him, because when I walked in this morning, all Mr. Gianini said was, “Oh, hi, Mia. How are you doing?”
Oh, hi, Mia. How are you doing?????
That is not what you say to someone whose mother is having your baby. You say something like, “Excuse me, Mia, may I see you a moment?”
Then you take the daughter of the woman with whom you have committed this heinous indiscretion out into the hallway, where you fall on bended knee to grovel and beg for her approval and forgiveness. That is what you do.
I can’t help staring at Mr. G and wondering what my new baby brother or sister is going to look like. My mom is totally hot, like Carmen Sandiego, only without the trench coat—further proof that I am a biological anomaly, since I inherited neither my mother’s thick curly black mane of hair nor her C cup. So there’s nothing to worry about there.
But Mr. G, I just don’t know. Not that Mr. G isn’t good-looking, I guess. I mean, he’s tall and has all his hair (score one for Mr. G, since my dad’s as bald as a parking meter). But what is with his nostrils? I totally can’t figure it out. They are just so . . .big.
I sincerely hope the kid gets my mom’s nostrils and Mr. G’s ability to divide fractions in his head.
The sad thing is, Mr. Gianini doesn’t have the slightest idea what is about to befall him. I would feel sorry for him if it weren’t for the fact that it is all his fault. I know it takes two to tango, but please, my mother is a painter. He is an Algebra teacher.
You tell me who is supposed to be the responsible one.
Monday, October 20, English
Great. Just great.
As if things aren’t bad enough, now our English teacher says we have to complete a journal this semester. I am not kidding. A journal. Like I don’t already keep one.
And get this: At the end of every week, we’re supposed to turn our journals in. For Mrs. Spears to read. Because she wants to get to know us. We are supposed to begin by introducing ourselves, and listing our pertinent stats. Later, we are supposed to move on to recording our innermost thoughts and emotions.
She has got to be joking. Like I am going to allow Mrs. Spears to be privy to my innermost thoughts and emotions. I won’t even tell my innermost thoughts and emotions to my mother. Would I tell them to my English teacher?
And I can’t possibly turn this journal in. There’s all sorts of stuff in here I don’t want anyone to know. Like how my mother is pregnant by my Algebra teacher, for instance.
Well, I will just have to start a new journal. A fake journal. Instead of recording my innermost emotions and feelings in it, I’ll just write a bunch of lies, and hand that in instead.
I am such an accomplished liar, I very highly doubt Mrs. Spears will know the difference.
ENGLISH JOURNAL
by Mia Ther
mopolis
KEEP OUT!!!
THIS MEANS YOU,
UNLESS YOU ARE MRS. SPEARS!!!!!!
An Introduction
NAME:
Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo
Known as Mia for short.
Her Royal Highness the princess of Genovia or just Princess Mia in some circles.
AGE:
Fourteen
YR IN SCHOOL:
Freshman
SEX:
Haven’t had it yet. Ha, ha, just kidding, Mrs. Spears!
Ostensibly female, but lack of breast size lends disturbing androgyny.
DESCRIPTION:
Five foot nine
Short mouse-brown hair (new blond highlights)
Gray eyes
Size ten shoe
The rest is not worth remarking on.
PARENTS:
Mother: Helen Thermopolis
OCCUPATION:
Painter
FATHER:
Artur Christoff Phillipe Gerard Grimaldi Renaldo
OCCUPATION:
Prince of Genovia
PARENTS’ MARITAL STATUS:
Because I am the result of a fling my mother and father had in college, they never married (each other) and are both currently single. It is probably better this way, since all they ever do is fight.
With each other, I mean.
PETS:
One cat, Fat Louie. Orange and white, Louie weighs twenty-five pounds. Louie is eight years old, and has been on a diet for approximately six of those years. When Louie is upset with us for, say, forgetting to feed him, he eats any socks he might find lying around. Also, he is attracted to small glittery things, and has quite a collection of beer bottle caps and tweezers which he thinks I don’t know about, hidden behind the toilet in my bathroom.
BEST FRIEND:
My best friend is Lilly Moscovitz. Lilly has been my best friend since kindergarten. She is fun to hang out with because she is very very smart and has her own public access television show, Lilly Tells It Like It Is. She is always thinking up fun things to do, like steal the foamboard sculpture of the Parthenon that the Greek and Latin Derivatives class made for Parents’ Night and hold it for a ransom of ten pounds of lime Starbursts.
