Today I woke up with one purpose in mind, get through one more day.
In the last couple of months I had just pulled through from a incredibly dark and deep depression. I went through life on auto pilot and no one noticed for weeks until my best friend/boyfriend noticed my zombie -like manner and told my big brother.
My brother, Chuck Bass moved around a lot after he turned 18. He ' lived' in Paris, Germany and England. So when Eric told Chuck about me he very suddenly moved back home to Manhattan New York just for me ...or so he says.
I went downstairs to an empty house, Chuck was probably at work at Bass Industries the Bass legacy he inherited after Mom and Dad died in a plane crash a year ago.
I ate a small breakfast and headed towards the door oblivious to the breaking news and world wide epidemic that had started that morning. I checked my reflection in the mirror by the front door. I saw a 5'5" brown haired, brown eyed, curvy, slightly tan girl wearing the Constance Billard school uniform. But the girl in the mirror looked more introverted, quiet, and simple than everyone else to her. And yet at the end of the day she still had a handsome, loving, smart, kind and loyal boyfriend. The girl in the mirror thought she didn't deserve him but he thought he didn't deserve her.
I pulled my mind away from thinking in third person and back to the fact that I should be leaving for school. So I grabbed my coat and headed out into the cold November air and walked, with my head down, to school.
When I got to school I expected to see the same thing I saw everyday, girls gossiping on the steps, couples kissing in the corners, students crowding their lockers but today I saw none of that. Today I saw a completely different thing, no one was there. The entire school was deserted and I noticed every place around was the same.