My dad didn’t look very convinced. "Well,
somebody leaked the story to the press. . . . " He said it in this mean way, too. You could totally tell he thought Mr. G had done it. But it couldn’t have been Mr. Gianini. Carol Fernandez wrote about stuff in her story that there’s no way Mr. G could know, because evenMom doesn’t know about it. Like how Miragnac has a private airstrip. I never told her about that. But when I told my dad that, he just shot Mr. G a suspicious look. "Well," he said again. "I’m just going to give this Carol Fernandez a call and see who her source is."
And while my dad was doing that, I got stuck with Lars. I’m not kidding. Just like Tina Hakim Baba, I now have a bodyguard trailing around after me from class to class. Like I’m not enough of a laughingstock already.
I now have an armed escort.
I totally tried to get out of it. I was like, "Dad, I can seriously take care of myself," but he was completely rigid and said that even though Genovia is a small country, it is a very wealthy country, and he cannot take the risk of my being kidnaped and held for ransom like the boy in
My Secret Love, only my dad didn’t say that because he’s never readMy Secret Love. I said, "Dad, no one is going to kidnap me. This is
school," but he wouldn’t go for it. He asked Principal Gupta if it was all right, and she said, "Of course, Your Highness." Your Highness! Principal Gupta called my dad Your Highness! If it hadn’t been all serious and stuff, I would have wet my pants laughing.
The only good thing that has come out of this is that Principal Gupta let me off detention for the rest of the week, claiming that having my picture in the
Post is punishment enough. But really the only reason is that she is totally charmed by my father. He pulled such a Jean-Luc Picard on her, you wouldn’t believe it, calling her Madam Principal and apologizing for all the fuss. I practically expected him to kiss her hand, he was flirting so hard with her. And Principal Gupta has been married a million years, and has this big black mole on the side of her nose. And she totally fell for it! She was eating it up!
I wonder if Tina Hakim Baba will still sit with me at lunch. Well, if she does, at least our bodyguards will have something to do: They can compare civilian defense tactics.
More Wednesday, French Class
I guess I should have my picture on the front of the
Post more often. Suddenly I am very popular.