Free Princess in Waiting by Meg Cabot

good at fixing stuff like
    hyper drives, and,
    well, I'm a princess, and I'm very environmentally conscious like Leia, and everything.
    Plus Michael's dog Pavlov sort of looks like Chewbacca, if Chewbacca were a sheltie.
    I could not imagine a more perfect date if I tried. Mom will let me go, too, because the Screening Room
    isn't that far away,
    and it's Michael, after all. Even Mr. Gianini likes Michael, and he doesn't like many of the boys who go to
    Albeit Einstein,
    as he says they are mostly all walking bundles of testosterone.
    I will never get to sleep now, I am too worked up.I am going to see him in eight hours and fifteen
    minutes.
    And on Friday I am going to be sitting next to him in a darkened room. All alone. With no one else
    around. Except all the waitresses and the other people at the movie. The Force is so with me.
    Tuesday; January 19,
    First Day of School after Winter Break, Homeroom
    I barely made it out of bed this morning. In fact, the only reason I was able to drag myself out from
    beneath the covers and Fat Louie, who lay on my chest purring like a lawnmower all night long - was the prospect of seeing
    Michael for the
    first time in thirty-two days.
    It is completely cruel to force a person of my tender years, when I should be getting at least nine hours of
    sleep a night, to
    travel back and forth between two such drastically different time zones, with not even a single day of rest
    in-between. I am completely jet lagged, and I am sure it is going to stunt not only my physical growth (not
    in the height department because
    I am tall enough, thank you, but in the mammary gland division, glands being very sensitive to things like
    disrupted sleep
    cycles), but my intellectual growth as well.
    And now that I am entering the second semester of my freshman year, my grades are actually going to
    start to matter. Not
    that I intend to go to college or anything, at least not right away. I, like Prince William, want to take a
    year off between high school and college, hopefully volunteering for Greenpeace in one of those boats
    that goes out between Japanese and Russian whaling ships and the whales. I don't think Greenpeace
    takes volunteers who don't have at least a 3.0 average.
    Anyway, it was murder getting up this morning, especially when, after I'd dragged on my school uniform,
    I realized my
    Queen Amidala panties weren't in my underwear drawer. I have to wear my Queen Amidala underwear
    on the first day
    of every semester, or I'll have bad luck forthe rest of the year. I always have good luck when I wear my
    Queen Amidala panties. For instance, I was wearing them the night of the Non-Denominational Winter
    Dance, when Michael finally told
    me he loved me.
    I have to wear them on the first day of second semester, just like I'll have to send them to the
    laundry-by-the-pound place
    and get them washed before Friday so I can wear them on my date with Michael. Because I'm going to
    need extra good
    luck that night, since I plan on giving Michael his birthday present then. His birthday present that I'm
    hoping he'll like so
    much, he'll fall in love with me, if he isn't already. I am still not too clear on that whole point.
    So I had to go into my mom's room, the one she shares with Mr Gianini, and wake her up and be all,
    'Mom, where's my
    Queen Amidala underwear?' Thank God Mr. G was in the shower. I swear to God if I'd had to see them
    in bed together
    in the condition I was in at that time, I'd have gone completely Anne Heche.
    My mom, who sleeps like a log even when she isn't pregnant, just went, 'Shurnowog,' which isn't even a
    word.
    'Mom,' I said. 'I need my Queen Amidala panties. Where are they?'
    But all my mom said was, 'Kapukin.'
    So then I got an idea. Not that I really thought there was any way my mom wasn't going to let me go out
    with Michael,
    after her uplifting speech about him the night before. But just to make sure she couldn't back out of it, I
    went, 'Mom,
    can I go with Michael for