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Meg Cabot

Many thanks to the usual suspects: Beth Ader, Jennifer Brown, Barb Cabot, Sarah Davies, Laura Langlie,

Abby McAden, David Walton and especially Benjamin Egwatz. Special thanks to the Beckham family,

specifically Julie, for so generously allowing me the use of Molly's sock-swallowing habit!

'If I was a princess - a real princess,' she murmured, 'I could scatter largess to the populace. But

even if I am only a pretend princess, I can invent little things to do for people. Things Eke this.

She was just as happy as if it was largess. I'll pretend that to do things people like is scattering largess.'

A Little Princess

Frances Hodgson Burnett

Friday, January 1, Midnight,

Royal Genovian Bedchamber

My New Year's Resolutions

by Princess Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo

aged 14 and 8 months

1. I will stop biting my fingernails, including the fake ones.

2. I will stop lying. Grandmere knows when I am lying anyway, thanks to my traitorous nostrils which flare every

    time I tell a fib, so it's not like there is even a point in trying to be less than truthful.

3. I will never veer from the prepared script while delivering televised addresses to the Genovian public.

4. I will stop accidentally saying French swear words in front of the ladies-in-waiting.

5. I will stop letting Francois, my Genovian bodyguard, teach me French swear words.

6. I will apologize to the Genovian Olive Growers' Association for that thing with the pits.

7. I will apologize to the Royal Chef for slipping Grandmere's dog that slice of foie gras (even though I have told the

    palace kitchen repeatedly that I do not eat meat).

8. I will stop lecturing the Royal Genovian Press Corps on the evils of paparrazism.

9. I will achieve self-actualization.

10. I will stop thinking so much about Michael Moscovitz.

Oh, wait. It's OK for me to think about Michael Moscovitz, BECAUSE HE IS MY BOYFRIEND NOW!!!!!!!!

MT + MM = TRUE LOVE4-EVER

Saturday, January 2,

Royal Genovian Parliament

You know, I am supposed to be on vacation. Seriously. I mean, this is my Winter Break. I am supposed to be having

fun, mentally recharging for the coming semester, which is not going to be easy, as I will be moving on to Algebra II,

not to mention Health and Safety class. Every other kid I know is spending his or her Winter Break in Aspen, skiing,

or in Miami, getting tanned.

But me? What am I doing for my Winter Break?

Oh, well, right now I am just sitting in on a session of the Royal Genovian Parliament, pretending to be paying attention

while these really old guys in wigs go on about whether or not to give free parking to the patrons of Genovia's many casinos.

Oh, yeah. That's a good way to spend the precious few weeks I have off from school. At this rate I will absolutely return to New York well-rested and ready for whatever awaits me in my second semester of my freshman year at Albert Einstein

High School. Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Grandmere. Thanks so much.

No one even wants to hear my opinion about the whole parking thing, of course. That if we don't charge for parking it will encourage more people to drive over the French and Italian borders instead of taking the train, clogging up Genovia's

already very busy streets and causing yet more strain on our infrastructure.

But why should anyone be interested in what I have to say on the matter? I am just the Princess of Genovia. My opinion obviously doesn't matter. Which would be why no one is listening to me, just arguing over the top of my head with my dad, who fortunately shares my opinion that a nominal parking charge - I'd jack it up to about thirty Euros a day, if I were him —

is appropriate.

Fine, whatever. Like I care. I am pretending to take notes, since Grandmere told me I had to, as one day I will be sitting

in my dad's chair (sadly not the throne - that is in the throne room back at the palace) in the front of Parliament and have