The Princess Diaries Page #9

Get your tiara ready.

I'm really no good at speech making.

Normally, I get so nervous that I faint

or run away or even get sick.

But you really didn't need to know that.

I'm not so afraid any more.

My father helped me.

Earlier this evening,

I had every intention of

giving up my claim to the throne.

My mother helped me

by telling me it was OK

and by supporting me,

like she has for my entire life.

But then I wondered how I'd feel

after abdicating my role

as Princess of Genovia.

Would I feel relieved,

would I feel sad?

Then I realized

how many stupid times a day

I use the word

In fact, probably all I ever do

is think about myself.

How lame is that when there are seven

billion other people on the planet.

Sorry, I'm going too fast.

But then I thought...

If I cared about the other seven billion

out there, instead of just me,

that's probably

a much better use of my time.

If I were Princess of Genovia,

then my thoughts and those

of people smarter than me

would be much better heard

and just maybe,

those thoughts could be

turned into actions.

This morning when I woke up,

I was Mia Thermopolis.

But now...

...I choose to be, forevermore...

...Amelia Mignonette

Thermopolis Renaldi,

Princess of Genovia.

I hope you didn't order

your stationary yet.

This was my very first tiara.

I was rather fond of it.

I'm hoping you will be, too.

Grandma, but you had it all ready.

How'd you know I'd be here?

I recognize the same spirit in you

as someone else I know.

Who?

Me.

You made it.

You bet your life,

you big, tall stringbean.

Here. Paolo here to save the day.

Her Majesty, Queen Clarisse,

and her Royal Highness,

Amelia, Princess of Genovia.

Perhaps we'd better

get you dried off now.

Thank you.

No longer does Mia

stand for missing in action,

Genovia has a new princess.

They had the same idea I had,

but now the garden is occupado.

Why me?

Because you saw me

when I was invisible.

Just because I'm royal

doesn't mean I'm different.

I'm still the same person.

I'll have to live in Genovia a bit,

but I'm still gonna go to school, and...

Dear Diary,

today is my first official day

as Princess of Genovia.

We'll land in a few hours and

I'll meet the Parliament and people

before beginning my royal duties.

Mom is, of course, moving with me

and will continue painting

without the balloons.

Lilly and Michael are planning

to spend their summer vacation

at our, can you believe it, palace.

They're even having

my Mustang brought over,

which I can legally drive in two weeks.

Grandma's so glad to be going home.

And Joseph...

...is watching nearby, as usual.

Everybody's got pre-coronation jitters,

including me.

Everybody except Fat Louie,

he's totally adapted to being a royal.

I guess he was one all along.

Princess, look out the window...

...and welcome to Genovia.

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