Gossip Girl here, it's been awhile since you've heard from me. The Upper East Side hasn't been the same since the fantastic four graduated from high school and headed off to their respective schools. Well it seems like the time has come that their very own offspring have entered their junior year at Constance and St. Jude's, and let me tell you, if they're even half as notorious as their parents then this year's going to a be a wild one. I guarantee it.
Spotted: Boy wonder P and uber-girl C frolicking around Central Park. Could love be blossoming already? J closely watching from afar. Lonely much? And a new girl emerging from Grand Central, who bears a striking resemblance to the former Queen B herself. Looks like things are about to get that much more interesting.
"Parker!" Chloe van der Woodsen screeched. But it was too late Parker Archibald already pushed Chloe into the fountain. "Here, let me help," he offered sticking his hand out. Chloe grinned wickedly, took his hand, and pulled him into the fountain with her."That was extremely unfair!," he proclaimed. He looked over at her and was mesmerized by her appearance. Of course he knew what she looked like but something changed over summer. She looked more striking then ever, if that was even possible. Her pale blonde hair hung in loose waves around her face and her deep gray eyes sparkled with mischief. He was just about to lean in and kiss her when he heard someone clear their throats. "Archibald, van der Woodsen," Jeremy Bass stated miserably. He was always miserable, always felt like the third wheel to Chloe and Parker, not to mention he lusted after Chloe since he could see. But Chloe was always spoken for, ever since that day Parker introduced himself to her in the playground, but Chloe was too ditzy to notice. She simply presumed they were all best friends. "Hi Bass!" Chloe exclaimed while holding her hand out to him, and pulled him into the fountain with her and Parker. Even Jeremy Bass couldn't help but laugh and crack a smile. Chloe stepped out of the fountain and twirled around, "I can't believe summer's over already, I love this city in the summer," she sighed, "not to mention school tomorrow". And with that realization her face fell flat along with her two friends. "Well were juniors now, it's our turn to rule, and hopefully it will be interesting," Jeremy mused.
"Mother?" Addison Waldorf called into the empty penthouse. No answer. There was never an answer. Her mother was always too bust galavanting around the city with bookings and appointments. That's why she lived with her grandfather in France for most of her life. She wandered around the penthouse, she never visited her mother in New York, her mother always came out to France. "New York's not for a girl like you Addy Baby". That's what her mother always said when she begged and begged to step foot in the big city. But when Harold Waldorf passed away in mid-August, Blair had no choice but to let her daughter come live in New York with her. Addison never knew her dad, so now her mom was all she had left. Addison walked up the spiral staircase and found her mother's old room, which happened to be her new room. She snooped around looking at old pictures, she found one of her mother and three other kids. One was tall blonde and beautiful, her mom's best friend she presumed. The other two were on either side of Blair and were both very striking young gentlemen, Addison had no idea who they were. But Blair never really told Addison anything about her past. All Addison knew was that after college graduation her mother left for France and didn't return to New York until 5 years later.
Serena van der Woodsen and Blair Waldorf were sitting in a local coffee shop, sipping on lattes and looking as fabulous as ever, but Serena could sense something was wrong with her best friend. "Addison's come to live in New York, she's going to be attending Constance," Blair said blatantly, as though it didn't mean anything at all, but deep inside Blair was worried very worried. Serena put down her coffee slowly and looked at Blair with concern. "Does he know?" she asked very seriously. Blair shook her head, "he knows nothing and he never will".