Serena as Gossip Girl
Basically I intensely dislike her character in the TV series these days though I loved her in the books and the first couple of series. The last time I remember liking her was when she was with Nate, ever since they broke up she has just been a bitch in impeccable clothing. Even her hair had lost its lustre for me. So here is my attempt at trying to make her a better character . . . wish me luck
Chapter 1
Serena wound her long blonde hair into a tight bun, the sun shattered through the curtains heating her feet as she padded across the plush carpet of her bedroom. She picked up her cell of the bedside table. Does anyone love me . . . no text messages or missed calls, her heart sank. How had she got from there to here, she felt obsolete these days. No one seemed to need her or even want her around, her mother and carol spent their days arguing about Faberge eggs and sixteenth century art, Cece forgotten. How horrible to be reduced to just a catalogue of your possessions, to have your family not even properly mourn you, to want an impostor to be the benefactor of your estate? Serena never thought she was a bad granddaughter, she always believed her Grandma cherished and adored her, she would waste hours carefully brushing out the tangles in her long hair when she was little. What happened to that?
Lola was probably right; this life for all its luxury was a shit place for love and friendship to persevere. We might be first in the rat race but we're still rats. She was embarrassed by the wake yesterday, two grown women squabbling over silver, she had thought better of her mother. Lily had always reiterated the importance of family. Now, Cece was gone and not one person had remarked on that yesterday it had all been about wills and con artists. Except, Chuck, wow things really had gone to pot if Chuck was the most reputable person attending a wake.
She caught sight of herself in the full length mirror; her eyes were red and puffy from crying most of last night. Mascara tracks marred her cheeks. She was just so sick of goodbyes, why did nothing ever stay and endure, was she not worth the time, the effort? Her father, her shaky relationship with Blair, her brief jobs and all the boys she had loved. Aaron, Gabriel, Trip, Nate, Colin, Ben, Max. And Dan, the most important of all. She brushed an escaped tendril from her face, her plain white t shirt had ridden up, had she lost weight? The boxer shorts hung looser off her hips, her lean legs looked thinner but she had been walking a lot lately, it gave her time to think.
Ivy. Whenever she thought of that girl she just wanted to punch her in her delicately made up blue eyes, she had robbed her of the last weeks with her grandmother, robbed her from what could have been the real deal with Max. The whole ordeal was bizarre for even the Upper East Side, it surpassed the time when Blair became pious and started honouring her bargains with God. She was angry at the state of her life and the tattered remains of all her ties with people. She needed someone to blame and Ivy was as good a person as any if not the best.
"Miss Serena," Dorota emerged from behind the door, fluffy white duster in hand and concerned expression on her serene face. "You have package" she handed the prepackaged box careful not to jostle her prominent bump. "Looks important." She hovered by the bed, peering at Serena's pretty but unmade face.
"Dorota," Serena fixed her cold blue eyes on her not in the mood to be scrutinised. "Do you mind?" she asked tartly, Dorota had seen her sad last night and that vulnerability troubled her. She could pretend everything was fine if no one knew.
"Sorry," she tittered, nervously, the duster fluttering around her wide, frank eyes. "Maybe you wash face?"she suggested lightly, "And have some breakfast, we have pain au chocolat."
"Could you just bring me up a plate please? I would really appreciate it ".
She took the hint and left the room, leaving Serena with a solid box in her lap. She grabbed a pair of scissors and attacked the brown tape that seemed to cover every inch of it, fully engrossed in the task. She didn't notice Dorota returning with coffee and food and five minutes later it was open. A laptop, sleek, shiny, black apple laptop. I already have one, she thought. But she appreciated the gesture and opened the lid. A white note flew out. Have fun, S, you know you were born to be her. XOXO. She pressed the on button, confused and perturbed, the screen opened to three windows, email, Gossip Girl's site and a picture. Georgina. Her pale face was beaming while her eyes glittered crazily from narcotics, red lips around a straw but still smiling, strawberry red. And there was Serena, blonde and messy, dress almost falling off, a carefree grin plastered on her face. They must have been about sixteen. That had been a great night.
She had said it was time for something new. Maybe this was it.
Gossip Girl.
