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Summary: GG/Mean Girls crossover. Regina George moves to Manhattan and is enrolled in a new, elite private school. She fully expects to instantly gain Queen Bee status upon her arrival. Then she meets Blair Waldorf.

Rating: T for the depiction of the lifestyle on Manhattan's elite. In other words, drinking, swearing, and sexuality.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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Prologue: Sweet Oblivion

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"Whaaaaaat?" Regina screeched. Her heeled foot stamped down, hard, on the wooden floor. Her parents winced. Her father muttered something, looked down and turned away. Her mother frowned sympathetically.

"I'm very sorry to do this to you, dear," she said anxiously, always groveling so her daughter was happy. "We'll buy you a new pair of shoes—is 400 enough? If it isn't, you can have a party before we leave too, open bar, and you can invite all your friends and we'll leave—"

"No!" Regina screamed. Her spoiled, bratty temperament showed itself perfectly right now. "Manhattan—no!"

"Come now, dear, New York is the center of fashion and party life," her mother said eagerly. "You're set to go to a fancy private school, you won't have to deal with all the poor people below you—"

"Go away," Regina said in her most spoiled, offended-poodle voice. She sniffed dramatically and turned her back to her parents.

Mrs. George sighed. "Very well, darling."

She headed to the door.

"I'll put five hundred in your checking account," her mother called hopefully as she shut the door. In response, Regina threw her shoe at the door, which hastily closed a second after that.

Once her parents were gone, Regina allowed a gleeful smile to dominate her face. Truthfully, she didn't even mind moving. She was getting bored with her school, and all the dull kids there. She'd had all the boys she'd wanted, and discarded them carelessly. All the kids were scared of her, and she needed a new challenge. Sure, it was fun being the queen bee, but it was starting to get a little boring. Plus, they were mostly poor. It would be fun to be queen of people of her own social status. Her house—that was nice, but wherever they moved in Manhattan was sure to be equally fine.

And though she would never actually say it to her mother, Mrs. George was right—the parties and men were sure to be a big improvement over those here.

She took a deep breath and looked around her room.

"Manhattan, get ready for Regina George," she said confidently, a smirk alight upon her face. She marched over to her closet and spent the rest of the day throwing things into her trunk.

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That was just the prologue. All the chapters after this will be much longer, I promise! Now...that little purple button looks lonely, doncha think? ;-)

XOXO,

TRS

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