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one　out；　tapping　it　on　the　tabletop　like　a　veteran　smoker。　If　only　her　dad　had　left　the　wine　behind。　

？Good。　Well；　I　wanted　to　let　you　know　that　we　received　your　application　and　the　package　you　
sent；　and　we　were　very　impressed；　especially　with　your　artwork；？　Mr。　Moore　informed　her。　？I　
myself　spoke　with　your　headmistress；　Mrs。　McLean；　and　she　couldn？t　say　enough　kind；　
enthusiastic　things　about　you。　Of　course；　applications　for　next　fall　have　been　closed　since　
December。　However；　due　to　unexpected　circumstances；　a　space　has　just　opened　up　for　the　fall。　So　


if　you？re　still　interested　in　attending　Waverly　next　year；　we？d　be　happy　to　have　you。？　

Jenny　whipped　the　unlit　cigarette　at　her　brother　and　it　bounced　off　his　stupid；　staring　forehead　
and　onto　the　floor。　？Really？！？　she　nearly　shouted。　？Oh　my　God。　Really？！？　

？Yes；　really；？　Mr。　Moore　responded　with　what　sounded　like　a　tinge　of　amusement。　？We？ll　send　
you　the　paperwork　today　if　you　like。？　

Oh；　what　a　nice；nice　man。　？Yes；　please！？　Jenny　stood　up　and　then　sat　down　again。　She　was　so　
excited；　she　thought　she　might　wet　her　wrap　dress。　？Thank　you。　Oh　my　God。　Thank　you　so　
much！？　

？You？re　quite　wele。？　

She　realized　she　should　hang　up　before　she　said　something　really　stupid　and　he　changed　his　
mind。　？I　better　go　tell　my　father　now。　I？m　so　glad　you　called。　Thank　you。？　

Jenny　hung　up；　danced　around　the　table；　and　threw　her　arms　around　Dan。　？I？m　going　to　boarding　
school！？　she　shrieked　giddily；　grabbing　his　shoulders　and　shaking　his　skinny；　smelly　body　like　a　
rag　doll。　？I？m　going　to　boarding　school！？　

？Cool；？　Dan　responded；　relieved　that　the　attention　had　shifted　away　from　his　own　dubious　
predicament。　He　fished　a　fortune　cookie　out　of　the　bottom　of　the　paper　bag　he？d　brought　his　
Chinese　food　home　in。　？Good　for　you。？　

Jenny　spun　around　and　hurtled　toward　her　dad？s　office。　Ignoring　the　strict　rule　Rufus　had　laid　
down　when　she　was　just　a　babe；　she　flung　open　the　door　without　knocking。　

Rufus　looked　up　in　surprise；　lit　match　and　translucent　green　water　pipe　in　his　hands；　the　window　
flung　open　and　the　warm　air　acrid　with　the　stench　of　pot。　？Grr；？　he　growled。　

Jenny　didn？t　even　care。　She？d　always　suspected　he　smoked　pot；　anyway。　？Dad；　I　got　into　
Waverly；？　she　told　him　breathlessly。　？You　know；　the　boarding　school　I　read　about　with　the　new　art　
program？　I　got　in！？　she　practically　shouted　at　him。　？I　got　in！？　

Rufus　blew　out　the　match；　opened　his　desk　drawer；　and　chucked　the　evidence　into　it。　Then　he　
opened　his　arms　to　give　her　a　big　bear　hug。　

？I　just　wanted　it　so　badly；　it　had　to　happen；？　Jenny　gushed；　her　face　pressed　into　his　warm；　
smoky　shoulder。　

We？ve　always　been　told；　？Be　careful　what　you　wish　for。？　But　maybe　Blair　had　it　right　after　all：　
The　more　you　want；　the　more　you　get。　


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Disclaimer：　All　the　real　names　of　places；　people；　and　events　have　been　altered　or　abbreviated　to　
protect　the　innocent。　Namely；　me。　

　hey　people！　

Our　last　night　together　

We？re　now　officially　high　school　graduates！！！　Let？s　get　ready　to　party　hearty？at　the　Yale　Club！！　
There？s　no　guest　list　and　no　dress　code；　so　crashers？you　may　not　be　guaranteed　a　room；　but　
you？re　certainly　wele！　Definition　of　a　crasher：　anyone　who　did　not　graduate　today　and/or　
anyone　who　doesn？t　actually　know　the　girl　hosting　the　party。　

Their　last　night　together　

Alas；B　？s　lovely　English　lord　is　flying　home　tomorrow。　Will　he　break　off　his　engagement　to　the　
girl　it？s　rumored　he？s　been　betrothed　to　since　he　was　a　wee　lad？　Or　will　he　marry　her；　leavingB　in　
the　lurch？　At　least　she　can　drive　off　into　the　sunset　in　her　new；　adorable；　bisque…colored　
convertible　Beamer。　Did　you　see　it　parked　outside　Brick　Church？　Imported　directly　from　the　
Continent。　No　one？and　I　mean　no　one？in　this　country　has　that　car。

　Your　e…mail　

　Q：Dear　GG；　

I？m　a　premed　sophomore　at　Yale　and　I　heard　that　kidN　has　already　signed　up　to　be　a　lab　rat　for　
the　medical　school？s　psychiatric　division。　Like；　they？re　going　to　give　him　all　these　mind…altering　
drugs　that　they？re　trying　out；　and　they　even　pay　him　to　take　them。　

　？jrmed

　A：Dear　jrmed；　

Like　he　needs　to　be　paid？！　Anyway；　first　things　first？the　boy　doesn？t　even　have　his　high　school　
diploma　yet。　

　？GG　


Q：Dear　Gossip　Girl；　

My　son　tells　me　you　are　the　voice　of　the　young　people　and　so　I　must　ask　if　you　know　a　gifted　
poet　who　was　on　his　way　to　Evergreen　College　but　tripped　over　his　heart。　You　see；　I　am　something　
of　a　poet　myself！　This　poet　was　going　to　assist　me　with　my　history　of　sex　poetry　book；　but　he　
writes　to　say　he　doesn？t　e。　I　am　upset！　I　need　talented　assistance！　Maybe　you　can　e　to　
Olympia　to　help　me。　You　sleep　in　hammock。　My　son　makes　good　Greek　food！　

　？professorpop　

　A：Dear　professorpop；　

My；　is　it　ever　tempting；　but　I　kind　of　already　have　plans　this　summer。　Besides；　hammocks　have　
never　been　my　thing？I？m　a　600…thread…count…Egyptian…cotton…sheet　sort　of　girl。　Your　book　sounds　
quite　intriguing；　though。　Good　luck　with　that。　

　？GG　

They　finally　caught　on　

Almost　all　the　private　schools　in　Manhattan　have　finally　figured　it　out：　Seniors　don？t　want　to　
take　final　exams　or　sit　in　class　the　last　month　of　school；　nor　do　they　need　to；　since　they？ve　already　
been　accepted　at　college　and　are　so　mentally　spent　by　then；　they　can？t　possibly　learn　anything　new。　
So；　starting　next　year；　seniors　will　only　have　to　go　to　class　until　the　middle　of　May。　They？ll　finish　
up　the　year　by　doing　an　internship　of　their　choice　anywhere　in　the　city。　Sounds　pretty　cool；　huh？　
Too　bad　none　ofus　got　to　do　it。　I　could　have　？interned？　with　an　online　news　column　and　？gone　to　
work？　in　bed　in　my　favorite　black　cotton　DKNY　intimates　nightgown。　Not　that　I？m　bitter。　After　
all；I？ve　already　graduated！！！！　

　Sightings　

Bmooning　theYale　Club　out　of　her　new　Beamer　convertible。V　mooning　the　Yale　Club　out　ofB　？s　
new　Beamer　convertible。　The　girls　started　celebrating　early；　so　who　knows　what　kind　of　shape　
they？ll　be　in　later　tonight。　？　That　conceited　indie　film　director　paying　a　personal　visit　toS　？s　
family？s　Fifth　Avenue　penthouse。S　stepping　out　of　her　apartment　building；　looking　resplendent　in　
a　yellow　eyeletTocca　sundress。　Thank　goodness　she　changed。J　inBed；　Bath　and　Beyond　；　already　
decorating　her　room　atWaverly　Prep。　D　buying　a　whole　bucketful　of　red　roses　for　guess　who？　
Good　thing　she　didn？t　leave　town；　but　too　bad　she？s　forgotten　all　about　him！　Tonight　should　betr？s；　
tr？s　interessant　。　

See　you　then！　

You　know　you　love　me。　


　gossip　girl　

It　was　the　best　of　times；　it　was　the　worst　of　times　

Still　wearing　her　perfectly　fitted　white　satin　Oscar　de　la　Renta　suit；　Blair　sat　on　Lord　Marcus？s　
knee　on　a　brown　leather　wing…back　chair　in　the　Yale　Club　lounge；　feeling　weirdly　content　as　
throngs　of　people　wandered　into　her　graduation　party　with　their　yearbooks　tucked　under　their　arms。　
She　and　Lord　Marcus　hadn？t　had　a　chance　to　consummate　her　graduationyet　；　but　as　soon　as　the　
party　kicked　into　high　gear；　they？d　slip　up　to　her　suite　and　do　it　once　and　for　all。　She？d　already　
filled　the　suite　with　Diptyque　candles　in　scents　of　sandalwood；　bergamot；　and　lime；　and　
underneath　her　suit　she　was　wearing　her　favorite　new　cream…colored　embroidered　cotton　
Cosabella　camisole…and…thong　set。　

The　lounge　was　its　same　crusty　old　New　York　self；　except　for　the　six　flat…screen　Pioneer　TVs　
hanging　from　the　wood…paneled　walls；　running　Vanessa？s　latest　film　on　a　constant　loop。　The　fact　
that　all　the　characters　in　the　film　were　slowly　trickling　into　the　party　made　it　seem　like　the　opening　
night　of　an　edgy　new　documentary；　and　everyone　at　the　party　felt　totally　famous。　

？I　told　you　I　was　telegenic；？　Chuck　Bass　crowed；　watching　himself　onscreen。　He？d　arrived　with　
an　entourage　of　crew…cutted　boys　in　gray　flannel　uniforms　no　one　else　there　had　ever　laid　eyes　on　
before。　

That？s　because　he？d　raided　the　sophomore　class　of　some　random　Catholic　school　near　his　Sutton　
Place　apartment　and　paid　the　boys　to　e。　

？They？re　cute；？　Isabel　remarked；　eyeballing　a　particularly　innocent；　wide…eyed…looking　boy　who　
was　signing　Chuck？s　Riverside　Prep　yearbook　with　a　yellow　highlighter　pen。　Isabel　had　changed　
into　a　pair　of　cutoff　Rogan　jeans　and　a　cut…up　red　Juicy　Couture　T…shirt　and　was　looking　almost　
indecently　slutty。　

The　boy　eyeballed　her　back。　He？d　never　seen　so　much　well…tended　exposed　skin。　Maybe　it　was　
his　lucky　night！　

　？They？re　only；　like；　thirteen　years　old；？　Kati　scoffed　as　she　flipped　through　her　yearbook；　
counting　how　many　people　had　signed　it。　She　was　saving　her　virginity　for　college。　Sort　of。　
Technically　she？d　already　lost　it　to　Chuck　Bass　at　a　party　at　Serena？s　house；　like；　two　years　ago；　
but　she？d　been　so　drunk　at　the　time；　she　didn？t　even　remember　it。　

Lord　Marcus　slipped　something　cool　and　wonderful　around　Blair？s　neck。　Blair　touched　her　
collarbone　and　glanced　down。　It　was　a　Bvlgari　pearl　choker　exactly　like　the　one　she？d　borrowed　


from　her　mother　for　herBreakfast　at　Fred？s　audition；　only　ten　times　nicer。　Each　pearl　in　the　strand　
was　its　own　unique　shape；　imperfect　and　perfect　at　the　same　time；　fastened　by　an　ornate　gold　clasp　
shaped　like　the　letterB　。　？Congratulations；　Bee；？　he　murmured；　kissing　her　on　the　nape　of　the　
neck。　

　Bee？　

Blair　had　always　wanted　a　nickname。　She　tilted　her　chin　up　to　kiss　him　on　the　mouth；　feeling　
drunk　with　happiness　and　all　the　vodka　she？d　consumed　with　Vanessa　in　the　hours　between　
graduation　and　now。　She　had　an　insanely　cute　new　car；　an　insanely　hot　new　boyfriend；　and　she　was　
going　to　Yale　in　the　fall。　The　pearls　were　just　accessories　for　her　already…perfect　life。　

Well；　aren？t　we　smug？　

？I？d　love　for　you　to　e　to　England　this　summer；？　Lord　Marcus　whispered；　his　lips　brushing　
Blair？s　hair。　？My　family？s　desperate　to　meet　you。　You　could　stay　at　the　house。　And　maybe　we　
could　even　fly　to　Paris　and　see　your　dad　while　you？re　over。？　

Blair？s　breath　caught　in　her　throat　and　she　turned　around；　blinking　up　at　him　like　a　vacant　
cartoon　princess　who？d　just　been　woken　from　a　witch？s　spell。　He？d　only　asked　her　to　visit　him；　
but　it　had　sounded　almost　like　？a　marriage　proposal　。　He　was　her　prince；　her　knight？well；　not　
exactly；　but　a　lord　was　almost　the　same　thing。　He？d　swooped　in　on　his　white　stallion；　swept　her　off　
her　feet；　and　now　he　wanted　to　take　her　home　to　meet　his　parents　because　soon？maybe　even　
sometime　this　summer？he　was　going　to　give　her　an　incredibly　rare　diamond　ring；　kneel　down　
before　her；　and　ask　her　to　marry　him。　

Not　that　he　actually　mentioned　marriage。　And　when　exactly　did　a　white　stallion　enter　the　picture？　

？Yes；？　Blair　responded　blissfully。　？Oh；　yes！？　

It　was　more　of　a　response　to　the　marriage　proposal　in　her　head　than　to　Lord　Marcus？s　original　
proposal；　but　in　the　world　according　to　Blair；　they　were　intrinsically　linked：　She　would　go　to　
England　and　she　would　e　back　engaged　to　Lord　Marcus。　

Even　though　she　was　only　seventeen　and　her　mom　had　never　even　met　him。　Not　that　she　ever　
planned　to　purposely　introduce　her　mother　to　Marcus。　They　could　meet　at　the　wedding。　Or　maybe　
they？d　elope　to　some　remote　South　Pacific　island　and　have　an　intimate　nighttime　wedding　on　a　
beach　with　only　the　natives　as　their　witnesses。　They？d　eat　fire…roasted　goat　and　dance　barefoot　in　
the　sand。　

Remember；　anything　can　happen　on　the　Island　of　Blair。　

She？d　kept　her　summer　open；　thinking　she　would　need　all　two　and　a　half　months　just　to　shop　and　
pack　for　Yale。　She？d　even　considered　going　over　to　Europe　to　see　her　dad？but　mostly　to　shop；　


because　the　stores　in　New　York　never　put　out　any　fall　fashions　until　September；　and　she　had　to　be　
in　New　Haven　for　orientation　at　the　end　of　August。　How　on　earth　would　she　arrive　at　Yale　with　the　
right　cashmere　sweaters；　ankle　boots；　and　fitted　jackets　unless　she　bought　them　directly　from　
Prada　in　Milan　or　Burberry　in　London？　

Now　her　summer　was　more　defined。　She　would　shop；　get　engaged；　and　then