worshippers, gossipers - they're everywhere
"Serena!"
Serena van der Woodsen's blonde head jerked up off her desk, where she had been dozing. She rubbed her deep blue eyes sleepily while a few classmates snickered at her.
Why were they staring at her in that annoyed, rude way? This was History class, anyway. Everyone knew this was the time of day where you slept through the entire lesson simply because it was way too boring to live through.
Serena quickly grabbed her sky blue Montblanc pen and placed its tip on a random spot in her notebook to look as if she had been taking notes, looking up innocently at her teacher. "Yes?" she finally answered.
The teacher peered down at her from the whiteboard, which was full of her hasty scawls. "Are you paying attention, Miss van der Woodsen?" she scolded. "This is crucial information, you know."
Serena frowned, slowly nodding. Crucial? It couldn't possibly be more crucial than getting beauty sleep.
Yeah, like she needed that. She already got so much unnecessary attention.
"I heard she's on, like, five new drugs, and that's why she's been so drowsy lately," one girl tittered to her friend next to her. Her friend laughed obnoxiously, and the whole class turned to glare at her, shooting her down. The thing was, most girls at Constance Billard was jealous of Serena's known flawlessness - so jealous they spread ridiculous rumors. The ones that weren't jealous practically worshipped her. So of course, her worshippers would attack any gossipers. It was too much to bear.
Oh come on. Gossip, especially about Serena van der Woodsen, makes the world go round.
The lunch bell rang. Immediately, the green-eyed, curly-haired girl that sat behind her jumped up and stood at Serena's desk while the others packed up hurriedly. "Let's go grab lunch, Serena!" she squealed overexcitedly, slinging her black messenger bag over her head.
Serena smiled kindly at her while she packed her own things. She was used to random, sometimes-weird girls coming up and acting like they were her dearest friend, because it was definitely a social status boost to be seen with her. Their act was so common, she usually turned them down. Serena decided today would be different. "Sure," she said, hoisting her bag onto her shoulder. "Let's go."