Title: You Know My Name; Not My Story

Summary: Mia's home work assignment is accidentally forgotten in Clarisse's office at the consulate in San Francisco… "I suffered with bulimia for two years…But, I'm so much healthier now… I'm comfortable with my weight… But I still hate my self…"

Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Diaries, nor do I own Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement, I also do not own any of the Cast members. They belong to Meg Cabot and Disney & all of the other respectful owners. I do however own my writing, so please don't steal Johanna-002©.

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Clarisse groaned inwardly. She had been in San Francisco for a week and Amelia was being more than difficult on this whole matter!

In a very un-queenly like manner, she groaned as she lowered herself into her office chair. Clarisse's gaze caught a piece of paper from under her desk. With a roll of her eyes, she leaned down to pick it up.

Note book paper.

She stared at it a moment, 'Must be Mia's home work'. With a sigh she slipped her glasses on, what were they teaching children in school now days?

"Mia Thermopolis
1A- Mr. O'Connell
May 14, 2000

You Know My Name; Not My Story

My name is Amelia… This is my story.

I love animals.

I'm a vegetarian.

I like sleeping with one leg out of the blankets.

I'm a cluts.

I don't have many friends…

But that's okay…

Because I do have one true, best-friend… Lily...

I want to meet new people… But I'm shy.

I'm insecure.

I pour my entire being into trying to make other people happy…

That's why the last week; I've gone to see my grandmother after school…

I've been hurt more times than I care to count…

The biggest scar in my heart has been caused because a secret kept from me…

By my own family.

My grandma wanted nothing to with me… until now…

I don't trust her…

Not yet…

I feel she's only using me.

She's not here to get to know me… It's sad, but it's true.

She doesn't know the real me… I'm not even sure if she wants to know me…

She doesn't know…

I suffered with bulimia for two years…

But, I'm so much healthier now!

I'm comfortable with my weight… But I still hate my self.

I don't do drugs…. Crack is wack!

I'm not your typical 'party hard' teenager.

She doesn't know I got the rude awakening of life at age 8…

I almost lost my mom to a drunk in a jeep…

It was December 15, 1994…

With out my mom… I'd have nothing…

I'd have no one.

I've grown so close to her.

I have so much respect for all she's been through.

I've never met my dad…

He walked out on my mom…

He's dead now…

I'm not really sure how I feel about him… I had only talked to him on the phone a few times before his death.

My grandmother doesn't know I've been depressed.

That I've been to counseling…

What have I learned?

I believe our past happens for a reason… to shape us into whom we will become in our future.

I'm grateful for all the people who care about me.

I'm so happy to have my mom and my best-friend Lilly. They are my world.

I am Amelia, and this is my story.

Author's Note: Continue? Yes, No?