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    But the truth is, I’m pretty sure outside of Cranbrook Middle School (and possibly even outside of the sixth grade of Cranbrook Middle School) no one knows who Annabelle Jenkins is.
    Poor Annabelle. And I thought I was having a bad day!
    Annabelle sputtered, “I-I-I’m Annabelle Jenkins! My father is Bill Jenkins, Olivia’s step-uncle’s lawyer. He’s the highest-rated personal injury lawyer in all of Cranbrook, New Jersey. And he says that — ”
    â€œWell, I’m sorry, Annabelle,” Princess Mia said, in a voice like silk, “but this is a private family matter. I’m afraid I don’t have time to chat today. Good-bye.”
    Private family matter! Without exactly admitting it, Princess Mia had just confirmed everything Annabelle had said back by the flagpole.
    I am a princess! And she is my sister!
    If I could have drawn the look on Annabelle’s face at that moment, it would have resembled a smiley with blank eyes and a surprised O for a mouth, exactly like this:
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    Then Princess Mia made one little gesture — she took my hand — and suddenly everyone went completely bananas. They came rushing toward us, yelling, “Olivia, Olivia, can I get a selfie with you?”
    In the entire time I’ve gone to school in Cran-brook, no one has ever asked for a selfie with me, except Nishi, who has selfies with me all over her social media pages, only of course I can’t see them because Aunt Catherine won’t let me have any social media pages.
    Now I know why.

    But then Princess Mia’s bodyguard (who I have now learned is named Lars) said, “NO” to everyone in a pretty scary voice. He even yelled at Dr. Bushy, who wanted a selfie with me and Princess Mia, and was even pushier than everyone else about it (and since Dr. Bushy has such a large stomach, he managed to push his way through the crowd more quickly than everyone else, too, using his belly as a kind of battering ram).
    He looked pretty shocked when Lars yelled at him — probably because Dr. Bushy is the one who does most of the yelling (and handing out of demerits) around CMS. After Lars yelled at him, Dr. Bushy just stood there in the middle of the parking lot, still holding his cell phone, looking confused.
    And then the next thing I knew, my sister and I were getting into the limo and the door was slamming behind us and all the kids had started banging on the windows screaming, “Olivia! Olivia, wait!” because they hadn’t gotten a photo, and my sister looked a bit startled and asked, “Oh dear, what’s happening?”
    â€œOh, nothing,” I told her. “They’re just excited. Not many celebrities visit Cranbrook Middle School. Actually, you’re the first.”
    This didn’t make her look very relieved, especially after the chauffeur — there is a chauffeur! He drives the limo. His name is Francois — had to blow the horn very loudly to get all the kids to move out of the way so we could drive out of the parking lot and onto the road.
    The last thing I saw as I looked out the window was Nishi, standing on the sidewalk a little away from the crowd, waving to me.
    I waved back, but I don’t know if she could see me, because the windows of the limo are tinted so that the people inside can see out, but people outside can’t see in.
    Meanwhile Princess Mia kept apologizing.
    â€œI’m so sorry, Olivia, but I had no idea I even had a sister until a few days ago. And you certainly shouldn’t have found out this way that you’re — that we’re — ”
    I could tell that she was really uncomfortable — which was kind of funny: a princess, being uncomfortable around me .
    That’s the thing about royalty, though: They have a hard job to do. They have to try to set a good example and make everyone feel happy, while also being brave and beautiful and stuff.
    I know all this