DISCLAIMER: Characters are from The Twilight Saga, The rest is from Gossip Girl. The beginning is the same as in the TV show, but the plot will soon change. Need I say more?

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Hey Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here... and I have the biggest news ever. One of my many sources, Breanne69, sends us this: Spotted at JFK, bags in hand: Isabella Swan. Was it only a year ago our It-Girl mysteriously disappeared for quote 'boarding school'? And just as suddenly she's back! Don't believe me? See for yourselves: Lucky for us, Breanne69 sent proof. Thanks for the photo, Bree!

I quickly walked through JFK airport with my white Louis Vuitton handbag hanging in the crook of my elbow and pulling a matching white Louis Vuitton rolling luggage. I stopped and took off my over-sized Gucci sunglasses. I glanced side to side hoping to spot my driver before someone else spotted me. I placed my handbag on top of my luggage and pulled my hair out of the messy bun; shaking it so it fell in waves around me. I slipped my sunglasses back on grabbed my handbag and the handle of my luggage and kept on walking. Here I am, back in New York and I'm still wondering if my decision to return was the right one. My name is Isabella Swan, born and raised in New York. My life consists of fashion, parties and high school drama. I went off to boarding school last year without telling anyone, not even my friends. I have no idea how my best friend Rosalie Hale will react when she finds out I am back in the city for good. I actually regret leaving so abruptly last fall, not letting her know the real reason or cause. We have been best friends since we were little girls playing with our Barbie dream houses. Rose was probably so devastated; I imagine I would be if she was to ever to leave me like I left her. What she doesn't know is the reason and I am surely not about to sign my own death wish by telling her, besides what I did is too horrible to even mention to anybody. I was too weak to face the consequences. I betrayed my best friend. I made a decision to leave last fall, yes it was kind of rash, but it was what needed to be done. I really am ashamed of what I've done, but it's a little too late to be making excuses now. I couldn't look into my best friend's eyes the next day, knowing that I deceived her in the worst way possible the night before. I soon located my driver standing off to the side, not holding a sign like I asked. As soon as he saw me, he swiftly made his way towards me and grabbed my luggage from my hand.

"Welcome, I hope you had a pleasant flight Ms. Swan." He greeted with a sweet smile. Randall has been our family driver for about 5 years, he usually drove my mother around town, but today I felt it would be more discreet to have him come. After all, people are more likely to notice me when I'm hailing a taxi.

"Yes, thank you Randall." I replied politely.

He led me to a sleek black Mercedes Benz SL500 and opened the back door for me. I rolled my eyes and slid onto the black leather seats. He slammed the door, put my luggage in the trunk then went around to the front seat. Randall started the engine, and looked in the rear-view mirror, adjusting it.

"Where would you like to go, Ms. Swan?" he asked. I pondered his question briefly.

"Take me to the Hale residence. Please." I told him before turning to look out the window. Randall started the engine and pulled out of the parking space, pulling into slow-moving airport traffic.

Being back in New York after being gone for so long is kind of nerve-racking; I don't know what to do, where to start and most importantly how to act. I think it's best to go see Rosalie first, to get the hateful words and the apologies out of the way. It's time to forgive and forget. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, reminiscing about shopping with Rosalie and all the other good times we had. What I was trying desperately not to remember is partying with everyone, everywhere. I'm sure my mom is sick of seeing me in the New York tabloids. How could I let things get so bad? I was careless and irresponsible, and know now I need to make things right. I know that drinking and smoking isn't the answer and it never was. There was a party going on at the Hale's, my mother would be there for sure. I took out my iPhone and tapped the browser, I typed in '' and tapped go before closing my eyes and sending out a silent prayer to God. Please, please, please. After I was sure the page was fully loaded, I opened my eyes and looked down at my screen. I groaned and punched the seat I was sitting on. I scrolled down to the latest update and seen a picture of me. In the picture I was in the airport; I had just taken my sunglasses off and was shaking my hair. The infamous gossip girl and I had a love/hate relationship, sometimes I loved hearing about gossip from her blog, but other times I couldn't stand it… but that was only when it is centered on me. I don't know Gossip girl personally, no one does, but she seems to know everything about me. One thing I've always hated about the upper east side is that nothing stays a secret for long, and as soon Gossip girl posts something the whole Upper East side knows within minutes. I tapped the subscribe button so that I would get an alert every time there's a new update up. I leaned on the door, head resting on the cold glass window and closed my eyes. I was enjoying my last bits of peace before I dive head first into chaos.

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I was in the elevator waiting to reach the Hale's penthouse, Taylor Swift's song White Horse was playing in the background. I looked around the small space with a small smile on my lips. I remembered the time Rose and I got stuck in this elevator, about three years ago, during a blackout. Although we were petrified, I took out my camera and we had a mini photo shoot. I fidgeted with my clothes, and started running my hands through my hair. I leaned on the cold glass wall and started humming to the music, trying to give myself some peace of mind. Rosalie and I have so many memories. The nights we can't remember with the people we won't forget. The elevator beeped, signalling my arrival, and slowly slid open. The Hale's lobby was filled with New York's socialites, my mother included. I pushed past some people muttering "excuse me" as I went, trying to ignore the stares and whispers. I made it to my mother, who was talking to an acquaintance of hers.

"So I told him: Forget it, I don't care if it's mahogany. It clashes with my sofa." My mother said laughing along with the woman.

"Mom," I tapped her on the shoulder, she turned around and smiled at me. "Mom, hey"

"Isabella, Sweetie." My mother and I hugged. We broke apart seconds later. "I've missed you so much sweetie."

"I missed you to mom, it feels good to be back." I replied.

"That's great," she said becoming distracted with someone across the room. "Why don't you go and say Hi to some of your friends?" I nodded and turned around. My mother Renee Rhodes is one of the most selfless, yet self-absorbed people I know; she donates a shitload of money to charities annually, but she will do anything to protect her reputation. She was born rich, but you can't really describe her as snobby. You could call her a role model, if you wanted to... As I walked up the spiral stairs, I couldn't help but take in the new additions that have been added to this place. A new chandelier hung from the ceiling, this one much bigger and brighter than the last. The walls were painted a beige colour, instead of the white they were last year. I peeked over the railing and looked at the crowd of people, laughing and gossiping as if they didn't have a care in the world. They probably didn't because they had the money to solve all their problems. As I climbed the last step I saw Jasper Whitlock coming out of the washroom. Our eyes met and we both froze. Jasper Whitlock was part of the reason I left New York last year; a huge part. Jasper is Rosalie's boyfriend of 6 years, and was also my best friend. Jasper took a step toward me, lips slowly turning up into a smile. My face probably looked horrified. And just in the nick of time, Rosalie's bedroom door swung open. Rosalie stepped out, effectively blocking my view of Jasper. I didn't know if I should hug her for interfering, or run from her definite wrath. She looked at Jasper before turning and looking at me. I gave her a small smile, which she didn't immediately return. She sashayed towards me, with a fierce look in her eyes. She put a smile on her face as soon as she reached me.

"Hi, Isabella, so good to see you" she said plainly, hugging me. Something was wrong, she was being too formal. Rosalie never called me Isabella; she normally called me B, Bells and Bella when she was frustrated with me.

"Good to see you too." I hugged her back than let go.

"Come, dinner is about to begin." She grabbed my arm tightly and practically dragging me back down the stairs. I looked back; I didn't even notice Jasper leaving. I pulled my arm out of her grasp when we reached the bottom of the steps.

"I actually have somewhere to go." I said.

"Leaving so soon? But you only just got here."

"I just, um… have a couple of things to do"

"Oh… well fine by me, will I see you again next year?" She replied, surprising me with her icy tone. She turned on her heel and began walking away, not even waiting for me to reply.

"No, you'll see me tomorrow… at school." I called after her. She froze in her place and glanced over her shoulder.

"Great, see you then" she said in fake excitement, she didn't even bother hiding her sarcasm.

I turned around and made my way back through the crowd towards the elevator. I stopped caring about saying excuse me and just walked as quickly as possible in the limited space I was given. Sadly enough I wasn't being as careful as I thought I was and bumped head on into a tall figure.

"What the fuck?" The person turned around glaring hard, he looked down at me and a disgusting smirk reached his face. Well if it wasn't asshole extraordinaire, of course I'd run into this pig. It was none other than, Jasper's best friend, Emmett McCarthy, the only other person who knows a bit about what happened last year. You've got to be shitting me. "Swan? Is that you?"

"McCarthy." I said back. We were never on a first name bases, although we've know each other for years.

"You look good enough to eat, is it my turn to taste yet?" he stepped forward, in turn forcing me to step back.

"In your dreams, you sick bastard!" I said glaring up at him.

"Playing hard to get?" He leans in, "I love it when you talk dirty to me baby."

"Screw you McCarthy." I said side-stepping him. I only now became aware that two girls flanked his sides. There was a blonde and a brunette, both wearing designer clothes and sipping from flute glasses. Hmm, New addition to the east side?

"I intend to do just that Swan," Emmett called after me. "Let the games begin."

I walked into the already open elevator and went to stand in the back. A woman and two men were standing in front of me talking and laughing loudly. The elevator just idled there for a moment, everyone else to wrapped up in themselves to push the close button. The door was still open when I noticed Rosalie standing next to Emmett. They seemed to be engaged in an important conversation. The two girls I had seen with Emmett, the brunette and the blonde, were standing of to the side; not in the conversation but most likely wanting to be. Rosalie and Emmett both looked up as the elevator doors closed; Rosalie met my gaze for a second. And then the doors closed and I felt like I was alone. I was in an elevator with a bunch of strangers. I was going down, not only in this elevator but in life. And when I finally reached the last floor, the lobby… I felt as if I was starting over again. I was now starting at level one. I stepped out of the elevator, into the lobby. My phone beeped, signalling that I had an alert. I looked down at my screen and saw Gossip Girl's latest update.

Word is that B bailed on R's party in under 90 seconds and didn't even have one lemon shot. Has our bad girl really gone good? Or is it all just part of the act? Did she seriously think she would be welcomed back with open arms? Guess again. Why'd she leave? Why'd she return? Send me all the depth. And who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell. The one and only, XOXO Gossip Girl.

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