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Forever Princess Vol 10 Young Adult. Royal Wedding Vol 11 Adult Readers. Royal Crown Middle School Aug 7, Except that there was no return address, and usually mail from Albert Einstein High School has Albert's thoughtful face in the left-hand corner, along with the school's address.

So you can imagine my surprise when I opened the letter and found not a flier asking me to show my school spirit by making Rice Krispy treats for a bake sale to raise money for the crew team, but the following I feel strange writing it.

And yet I am too shy to tell you face-to-face what I'm about to tell you now: And that's that I think you are the Josiest girl I've ever met. I know that after what happened Saturday night, you are probably feeling pretty down. But take my word for it, Josh Richter couldn't tell a real woman from one of those oars he and the rest of the screw team are always fondling. I just want to make sure you know that there's one person, anyway, who liked you before he ever knew you were a princess And will keep on liking you, no matter what.

Sincerely, A Friend Oh my God! I can't believe it! I've never gotten a letter like this before. Who could it be from? I seriously can't figure it out. The letter is typed, like the address on the envelope. Not by a typewriter, either, but obviously on a computer. So even if I wanted to compare keystrokes, say, on a suspect's typewriter like Jan did on The Brady Bunch when she suspected Alice of sending her that locket I couldn't.

You can't compare the type on laser printers, for God's sake. But who could have sent me such a thing? Of course, I know who I want to have sent it. But is Michael Moscovitz really the type of guy who'd say I was the Josiest girl in school? I mean, Michael doesn't even watch the Cartoon Network, as far as I know.

He never misses an episode of National Geographic Explorer, but I sincerely doubt he's ever seen Josie and the Pussycats.

Plus I've never heard him call the crew team the screw team. Then again, maybe the writer meant Josie Bisset from Melrose Place. I do have short blonde hair like hers. Only I am not divorced from a philanderer named Michael Oh my God! Josie Bisset's husband on Melrose was named Michael! Maybe it's a clue! Except so far as I know, Michael's never watched an episode of Melrose Place, either. Maybe if the letter had said I think you are the Buffiest girl I've ever met But if it isn't from Michael, who could it be from?

I don't know that many boys, except for my dad and my bodyguard and Lilly's boyfriend Boris. Oh my God, if this is from my dad, I will kill him. I could just see him doing something like this to cheer me up. Yesterday he brought me a Beauty and the Beast activity book so I'd have something to do in bed all day.

An activity book! What does he think I am, ten? Although you have to give him props for the thought, I guess. Besides, the stickers look kind of cool on my Algebra book. This is all so exciting, I want to call someone and tell them. Only who? Everyone I know is in school.

See, Mitch met this girl with this very fake French accent during a boat race, and they totally fell in love and ran around in the waves to this excellent soundtrack, and then it turned out the girl was engaged to Mitch's opponent in the boat race, and not only that, but she was actually the princess of this small European country Mitch had never heard of.

While I was watching this, Lilly came over with my new homework assignments, and she started watching with me, and she totally missed the deep philosophical importance of the episode. All she said was, "Boy, does that royal chick need an eyebrow waxing. It is entirely possible that I have been betrothed since birth to some prince I've never even met, and my dad just hasn't told me yet.

And I could very likely meet some lifeguard on a beach and fall madly in love with him, but it won't matter, because I will have to do my duty and marry the man my people have picked out for me. It says one teaspoon every four hours, not tablespoon, dorkus. Did I really think a woman with so unreasonable a prejudice against Gerbera daisies was going to listen to me?

Sometimes I feel like burying HER up to her neck in sand and throwing rocks at her head. Tuesday, September 7, 7 p. To take me to Number One Noodle Son for dinner. Or my haircut.

I know it looks fine.

Mom keeps telling me it looks fine. Even Mr. What if Michael hates it? They show pictures of Keira Knightley with short hair and Keira Knightley with long hair to random high school boys standing around outside of convenience marts or whatever, and ask them which they prefer.

And nine times out of ten they pick Keira with the long hair. Of course, none of those boys is ever Michael.

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But still. Well, whatever. Michael is just going to have to deal. Okay, maybe a little more mousse— I can hear him talking to Rocky now. Apparently this is normal for a child his age, and Rocky is not suffering from any sort of developmental retardation.

I find it endlessly fascinating, of course. Listen to how patient Michael is being! I just snuck a peek at him! He looks sooo great, so tall and handsome and dark and broad-shouldered and oh! My hair is shorter than his. What have I done? Okay, I am trying to understand this. Because I just need a little time to myself to figure this out.

So everywhere I look, all I can see are smiling duck heads. I mean, he wassurprised to see that it was so short. But, like, not displeased. And he gave me a big hug and a kiss. Moscovitz and their quasi-getting-back-together. And when we got to the restaurant, Rosey, the hostess, sat us at our usual table by the window, and invited Lars to sit up at the bar with her, where he could watch me and the baseball game at the same time.

Moscovitz was so lonely. The robotic arm? At least, the prototype does.


And my professor was so impressed, he told a colleague of his over at a company in Japan about it—a company that is attempting to perfect robotic surgical systems that can work unassisted by surgeons—and his colleague wants me to go to Japan and see if we can construct an actual working model for use in the operating room.

I mean, I was pretty much starving.

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Poor thing. Some weekend, or something? It would be until the project is completed. One of the many lousy things about spending the summer in Genovia—no cold sesame noodles. Building an actual working model, with a console containing a real-time MRI, real-time CT scanner, and real-time X ray could take up to a year.

Or more. Something I designed could potentially help to save thousands of lives. And I need to be there to make sure it happens. A year? Or MORE? Of course, I started choking on my cold sesame noodles, and Michael had to reach across the table and slap me on the back and I had to drink both my ice water and his Coke before I could breathe again. Could take up to a year.

For a year. He leaves Friday. You can see why I had to excuse myself. Because in what universe does something like this make any sense? In Bizarro Universe, maybe. But not MY universe. Not the universe Michael and I share.

Or the one I used to think we shared. Even as the words were still batting around in my mind—could take up to a year. That is so great.

Shut up. Are you moving to Japan because I did something? But Michael was already shaking his head. This is such an incredible opportunity.

This company already has mechanical engineers working on drafts of my design. MY design. Something I made, which could change the course of modern surgery as we know it.

Of course I have to be there. All their equipment is there…everything I need to turn my prototype into a working model. I have to go there. My brain was starting to take control of my mouth again. Thank God. I knew he was speaking English. But just like with Mr. Hipskin in Chemistry class, what Michael was saying made no sense. Next summer is ayear from now.

And okay, sure, I could fly to Japan to see him. In my dreams. And no way would they let me fly commercial. Because none of this makes any sense. Why would any guy who loves his girlfriend as much as Michael claims to love me want to be apart from her for a YEAR? And Kevin Yang is no help on this subject. He asked for hot chili oil for my dumplings.

Like they are not spicy enough!

Sometimes guys just have to do these things to prove themselves.Michael tells her he understands, but is not going to wait forever and Mia begins to think that Michael is going to break up with her.

I mean, good-byeStar Wars movie marathons. You should be GLAD!!! Lilly looked at me, her eyes all big. Why doesn't Tina try the letter L?

Then again, maybe the writer meant Josie Bisset from Melrose Place. I could feel my face turning bright red. Something they know innately?