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Princess Mia’s frowning bodyguard. Even my step-cousin Justin and all his friends were staring at the bodyguard. No one was yelling FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT anymore. Instead, there was dead silence in the courtyard. Even the bus engines had stopped.
    â€œOkay,” Annabelle whispered, and dropped my braid.

    When Princess Mia reached us, I brushed off my uniform, which was a little dusty from my nearly being killed, and said, “Hi, yes, that’s me. I’m Olivia.”
    â€œOh,” Princess Mia said, smiling at me. Up close, she looked even more like she does on TV. I know that sounds strange, but that’s what it was like. Seeing someone from TV, only without the TV box around her. She looked very beautiful and nice.
    But that also could have been because she was like an angel who had come to rescue me from being killed by Annabelle Jenkins.
    â€œHello. I’m Mia Thermopolis,” she went on. “Your aunt Catherine said it would be all right for me to pick you up from school today.”
    I didn’t know what to say to that. Why would Aunt Catherine send the princess of Genovia to pick me up from school? That made no sense at all, but it was totally okay by me.
    As if in answer to my silent question, Princess Mia said, “Oh, here’s a note from your aunt,” and handed me a sheet of paper.
    I could tell everyone was watching me as I unfolded the note from Aunt Catherine. Some of them weren’t only watching me, they were filming me with their cell phone cameras. No one had ever filmed me before in my life except for Sara, the time she’d snuck into my room and stuck my hand in a bowl of warm water while I slept to see if I would wet my pants (to her disappointment, I did not).
    All the filming was making me uncomfortable. I’m obviously not the kind of girl people film. I’m an artist! No one makes TV shows called America’s Top Drawer or Drawing with the Stars! Drawing isn’t the most exciting thing to watch, although of course it’s nice to look at what someone’s drawn after they’re done drawing it.

    The note my aunt had signed was written on royal Genovian stationery, and had a gold crown embossed at the top. A lot of the writing was hard to understand, but basically it said that Princess Amelia “Mia” Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo had permission to transport me to any destination of my choosing.
    Any destination of my choosing?
    No one had ever taken me to a destination of my own choosing before! If they had, I’d have chosen to go to Cheesecake Factory EVERY SINGLE TIME. We never get to go to Cheesecake Factory, because the O’Tooles like Olive Garden for its many gluten-free options.
    I carefully folded the note and put it in my backpack so I wouldn’t lose it. It was definitely something I wanted to keep forever, like all the letters from my dad.
    â€œSo, would you like to come with me?” Princess Mia asked.
    â€œThank you,” I said, trying to sound as dignified as possible, since I could tell everyone was listening. “I’d like that very much.”
    â€œGreat,” Princess Mia said, smiling. “Let’s go.”
    I know it’s not polite to gloat, but it felt pretty good to walk across the courtyard to my WAITING LIMO while Annabelle had to wait for her BUS to take her home, especially after she’d tried to beat me up for no reason other than the fact that she seems to think I’m a princess.
    (Which is apparently a fact.)
    It felt even better when Annabelle ran after us, going, “Excuse me? Excuse me, but is it true you’re Olivia’s sister?” to Princess Mia in a very snotty voice.
    Sister?
    Of everything that’s happened so far, this may have been the best:
    Princess Mia looked at Annabelle and was like, “Who are you?”
    This completely shocked Annabelle, because Annabelle thinks everyone knows who she is, since she’s won so many