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After I spent about half an hour crying over this e-mail, I deleted it without replying.
Because, I mean, seriously. I can’t be friends with him.
I just can’t.
I’d rather have the plague.
Monday, September 20, French
Mia—what is that you’re reading?
It’s nothing, Tina. Just a journal belonging to one of my ancestresses.
Does it have a hot romance in it????
Um…not really. It’s actually kind of boring. Right now she’s just drafting some kind of executive order based on something she read in the palace library. Not that it’s going to do anybody any good. She, along with almost everybody else in the palace, dies of the plague at the end.
That doesn’t sound like your kind of read at all!
Yeah, I know. I don’t know what’s come over me lately.
Well, a lot’s been going on. Naturally, you’re growing and changing with the times. Speaking of growing—is that your new uniform?
Oh, yeah, it is. Thank God it came. I thought I was going to suffocate in that old one. Although I guess it wasn’t nearly as bad as the corsets they made my ancestress wear. Hey, did you hear Lilly was out this weekend with her mystery muay thai fighter man?
No! Who’d you hear that from?
Uh, I forget. Anyway, T, this is serious. You have to find out the 411 on this guy! Lilly could get seriously hurt.
I don’t know, I’m not exactly Lilly’s favorite person these days either. It’s like she hates me for still hanging out with you. You might have better luck with Kenny in your Chem class.
Right. I’m on it. Oh my God, did you know that in the 1600s people wore the lice they’d picked off you in lockets as a sign of affection?
Gross! I’m glad we have Kay Jewelers instead.
Seriously.
Monday, September 20, G & T
You know, I really didn’t think things could get any worse than my boyfriend dumping me and my best friend deciding I’m a cheating ho and refusing to speak to me anymore. Oh, and someone starting a website about what a dork I am and how much they hate me.
Then Lana Weinberger decided she’s my new best friend.
Look. I’m not saying I can’t use any more friends. Because God knows, I can.
But I’m just not sure I’m ready to have QUITE AS MANY FRIENDS as I apparently have now.
Especially since all I really want to do is get back in my bed and stay there.
Preferably forever.
But no. Clearly this is asking way, way too much.
Because today at lunch, when I went to sit down by Tina and Boris and J.P., I was astonished to find Lana and Trisha had put their trays down beside mine as well.
“Oh my God,” Lana said, when she saw what I was having for lunch. “Are you eating the corn dog? Do you have any idea how many carbs are in that? No wonder you’ve gone up a size. Hey, are those the new earrings you got Saturday? They look cute.”
Oh, yes. I was outed:
