Locks of brown, youthful coils bounced every time her tiny feet descended down a step. Each step gave a click to the shiny, black flats, whose buckles caught the shimmer of the natural morning light. They were perfect. As was her red-bowed headband and pea coat that accented her pristine new blue and green plaid jumper. Her school uniform.
Blair was five—almost 6 six years old and she was going to start her first day of kindergarten at Constance Billard school for girls. Serena van der Woodsen, her best friend in the whole world, would be joining her—thank God—because she was terrified of the boys she would soon meet at St. Jude's. She knew some of their names because of her parents' social events but only ever had play dates with girls. Yes, she was surely moving up—
"Blair! Honey, come on get out of the car," Eleanor nagged. "I swear where has your head been this entire morning? You haven't said a word. Is your headband giving you a headache? I knew it was too much I should have never allowed Dorota to dress you—"
"Eleanor, she's fine. Right Blair Bear?"
"Yes Daddy," Blair shot daggers at her mother who hadn't even want to come with but had relented after a heated argument with Harold over breakfast.
Once on the playground, Blair and Serena sat together on the swings assessing the other girls. A few times Serena thought it best to give up their seats to others who wanted a turn but Blair refused. She had the best seats in the house for observing her classmates and was determined to learn everything she could about the people she would spend the next thirteen years with.
"Want a push?" a strange voice came from behind. Before she could answer a boy was pushing her higher and higher! She shrieked; because she was afraid to ever really swing, she didn't like the jolting and the heights and the loss of control. At last after struggling and writhing frantically she fell to the woodchips on her hands and knees. Rising, furious and having ripped her white tights, she demanded, "and who are you?"
"I'm Chuck Bass," was the reply
