WELCOME TO QUEENDOM
It's the day before the first day of school. Blair texts me in the early morning and wakes me up.
Ugh. Her? Why, oh why?
I slide open her message, which says she wants me to meet her at The Steps—noon sharp. Why so early? I have things to do, like sleep in for the last time of my miserable life. At least I won't have to deal with her 'queendom' like Dan and his friends for the next three years.
I decide I'll meet her, but I don't respond. Instead, I throw my phone across the room and go back to sleep.
Mere hours later I wake, quickly brush my hair, throw on a black dress that's a tad too small and smear on some lip gloss before heading out into the late summer heat. I take a cab to the steps because the drivers at The Palace drive like old men and I want to get this over with.
When I arrive at The Met, I spot her instantly. Blair stands tall at the top of The Steps with two plastic cups of vanilla yogurt dashed with almonds and mixed berries.
"What is that smell?" Blair asks as I near her. She's wearing a tight, silver dress and traded in her trademark headband for a slick brown chignon. Even I had to admit she was looking less like a high school mean girl and more of a suitable member of society. It was refreshing.
I roll my eyes. "I took a taxi. Sue me."
"Though it is a crime to take taxi rides—especially when you have your own driver right outside your door—that's not what I had in mind. Here." Blair hands me one of the yogurt cups.
"What's this?" I ask and put a spoonful of the vanilla on my tongue. Blair eyes me carefully. Am I not supposed to eat this? I slowly put the spoon back into the cup.
Blair begins speaking. "Think of it as an initiation."
Unfortunately, I have an idea where this is going, but I have to ask…"For?"
"For your future," Blair stated with a smile. "As you know, I no longer have a hold over Constance. It's time I pass the baton. I choose you."
"Me? I can't do that." I don't want this. I've seen what it can do, the things it can cause. "Didn't you hold the tryouts over summer break?"
Blair rolls her eyes. "Yes and no one could hold a candle to me. All the girls nowadays are just minions—no one worth following. They're just a bunch of mindless followers."
"Well I'm sorry to hear that." But honestly, is this my problem? No. "But I must politely refuse your offer, Blair."
Blair pouts. I keep a straight face. She's not going to fool me.
"Come on," She sits and gestures for me to do the same. We put our worthless, uneaten parfaits on the step before she starts her pre-planned persuasive speech. "You know you want this. Remember back—"
"Yes Blair," I interrupt. "I do remember that I wanted to be part of you guys—one of the 'cool kids'—until I realized there was nothing cool about it."
"But you were good! I never wanted to admit this, but you beat me at my own game more than once." Blair continued talking. She was getting desperate. "Look, I know this isn't something you want to do, but someone needs to. There will always be girls at Constance that need someone to take control for them. Please Jennifer."
"Fine," I finally say and roll my eyes at the sound of Blair speaking my full name. I hope I never hear that from her mouth ever again. She just needs someone to hand the baton to and I'm the only one capable enough. After all, this could be a change for the better. Those girls need someone not like Blair.
Blair practically jumped out of her shoes. "Perfect! Just one more thing." She pulls out a key from her purse and hands it to me.
"What's this for?" I grab hold of the key and turn it between my fingers. It's shiny silver, with a lion's head as the little handle.
"It's the Queen's Key."
What? "The queen's key?"
"No. The Queen's Key. With capitals—it's that important, Jenny."
"Uh, ok." Blair's crazier than I thought. "What does it unlock?"
"I can't tell you that. You have to figure it out or yourself."
"Come on Blair." I say and roll my eyes. "If I'm going to do this you're going to tell me." The key is cold and heavy in my hand. I don't know how, but it feels powerful.
"It's a copy of the school's master key."
"How'd you manage to get this?" Wow. So this is really powerful. But what will I ever need that for?
Blair stands before saying, "You're asking far too many questions, and I have to get going. I have a meeting with Vogue Italia."
"Right," Is all I say. I watch as she takes two steps at a time. I'm sure the black stretch limo at the front of the steps is her target.
"Bye-bye now! The girls will be here at seven tomorrow morning. Sharp. Be here fifteen minutes early. If you have any questions… don't ask!"
"Thanks a lot," I mutter aloud, but she doesn't hear me. I had a hundred questions.
"Oh, and stay away from taxis!"
How am I supposed to get home then? I suddenly remember I'm not Little J from Brooklyn anymore. I'm Jenny—Queen Jenny—from the UES, with a driver on speed dial.
I guess I better start my reign right.
Hey guys! Thank you for making it through this first chapter. It's not much, but I hope you like it. I'm thinking this is going to be a fairly short story. At first I planned on this whole thing to be a one shot, but the more I thought about it the more I realized that just wasn't going to happen. This story will probably be somewhere in the 5,000-10,000 word frame. I only have some idea of what's going to happen and after that we shall just see.
If you guys like this you may also like the other story I've been working on, Gossip Girl Z(ombie). Lemme know what everybody thinks!
Again, thank you for giving me a chance!XOXO
