It started when I came out of the limo. I looked at the place around me and remembered Gossip Girls word: There's no place like the Upper East Side xoxo Gossip Girl. That was when I saw him; it felt like seeing him for the first time.

But why would I think so, because after all he was my brother, my twin brother. I remember emailing him last week, but seeing him I really felt like I was home. What's my story? Well it started to be MY life at the age of 12, when my father sent me abroad.

He told me that it was for the best, and he also said that he would be so proud of me one day. Then I didn't want to leave my brother. He was my best friend.

He was my Bear. Or that's what I called him. He called me Mis. Anyway I left with daddy's private plane to Paris. There I went to private school, which daddy paid for of course. My life began then.

My father made a mistake by sending me away, because my brother became much different then my father had expected, like he was at age 13. Bear sent me emails all the time, and we talked on the phone, of course father knew nothing about these talks.

Bear was never into the whole family idea, but if my brother ever had a weakness, it was me. In Paris I found fashion and more or less the ambition to write articles.

I started home schooling so I could have time to write and help a fashion line to become one on the map. I loved Paris and got a lot of friends. There I had my first kiss and first real crush and a boyfriend.

At the same time my brother filled me in on Upper East Side, as well as Gossip Girl. My brother had his first time with a girl named Georgina. He started to despise her after it, but showed of with his manhood.

Later I thought he only did it to get my fathers attention or because he was lonely. From his first time my brother started his pot smoking, womanizing and alcohol use. I started to get bored of keeping track of all his women.

His friend Fitzwilliam (now should be a good time to tell you that I call everybody by there second name, you could say it's my trade mark.), well he was more a one woman at a time man. He didn't change Cornelia for anything, since 5grade.

Sure they were the idyllic couple, but something between them never felt right. Cornelia was the queen and rich because her mother was a designer with her own company.

Anyway Fitzwilliam and Cornelia were both my brothers' friends especially when I left. Fitzwilliam and Cornelia had a reputation both inherited from their parents. Cornelia loved her father very much, but hearing from Gossip Girl, has shown that his father left with a male model to France.

Cornelia is friends with Celia, she's extremely beautiful and if she wanted to be queen, she would have as much chance as Cornelia.

Gossip Girl informed me a little while ago that Celia left for boarding school. The year later, she came back because apparently his gay brother tried suicide. Well then I hear she slept with Fitzwilliam before leaving and well made Cornelia and Fitzwilliam break up.

Celia also started something with Lonely Boy as Gossip Girl calls him. I also heard something about Lonely Boy's sister Little J, and how she tried to become queen.

There from Brooklyn, this in the Upper East Side is a one-way ticket to no social status. I myself don't really mind it; I never wanted to be queen, because it was more Cornelia's thing. Well a lot of things happen in 5 years, but in the Upper East Side yesterdays news is old news.

So the latest big news was my fathers wedding and of course Bear's and Cornelia's brief relationship. Fitzwilliam dated Marigold briefly until his father flied to Mexico waiting for 20 to life in prison.

Well Celia broke up with Lonely Boy and Little J went down to the low status. Georgina came and left the same way she came. It turned out that Celia left because she felt responsible for Peter's death.

I never thought Celia would get over it, but I guess my sis has. My father you see married Lily van der Woodsen. So my family has now Celia and Eric (who unfortunately doesn't have a second name).

You don't wonder why I know so much about the Upper East Side, even thought I've been gone so long. The answer is Gossip Girl. I left it to the best part.

When I walk out of the limo, I am Melanie Bass, which you should at least know by now. The Bass part brings me many advantages, but only in Upper East Side. In Paris I could be anybody, and make me a legend.

Sorry the Gossip Girl part. I found out who Gossip Girl is her names Ellie. Bear would kill her if he knew. I did some snooping around and realized it was Ellie. We are good friends these days, because I promised never to tell anybody her identity and she promised to keep me up to date with everything.

She and I email a lot as well. So in a way I'm definitely a Bass. I did always get what I wanted and have power over people, even in Paris.

I was also good at business, which always come in handy when you negotiate. So I know secrets, and I am the only person who really knows Bear. The next question you're going to ask is, why now, why come after so many years.

The answer is simple. My father called after 3 weeks of summer holiday, and told me about Bear and Cornelia, and their break up. He told me that he couldn't stand Bear as a womanizing alcoholic, but this time he was definitely worse.

I told father that if I came back, I wouldn't come for him, but for Bear. Father said that he should tell me that he got married with Lily van der Woodsen.

I of course congratulated him and when he tried to explain why I wasn't invited, and why he called now, I just said, that I needed the jet in a couple of hours. Father said that it would be arranged and he won't tell anybody about my arrival.

I told him, that the limo would take me first to St. Jude's. So now I stand in front of St. Jude's School for Boys. That was when I decided that I would send a picture to Gossip Girl, and write; is she really back.

I did see my brother, but his back was turned. I walked over to him and asked him from behind if he would like to hand me my scarf back. He turned round and that face was why I had came back, and made the whole trip worth while.

He smiled at me and hugged me like we wouldn't have talked for years.