Hey people
I'm back.
College was a boredom and I left Yale! Yayy! And I was hired full time to do my column. Boohoo! Doesn't he know I do this for fun?
Guess who steeped off of daddy's private jet none other than Alexandro Miraldo's adopted kids. Looking fresher than fresh ready to take the town by storm unfortunately we're not prepared for them, or are we.
First of all there's M, cool confident looks like there's everything in order, just like our A? Then there's T, who looks like a serious mad case. Toffee hair? No one has that. But the boys like it, T, where did you do your hair? And then there's J, who's hotter than ever is there going to be a new prince of the Upper East Side?
But let's not forget our original team, K, is back and she's wearing a tiara and a bodyguard. Boys line up...A perfectly chiselled A back from where she was and D, as usual probably hiding with his new tan. Wasn't Greek camp good enough? Then there's little B, Also known as the infamous J's sister. What trouble is she up to in Spain being cat-called by Spanish emperor actors, ay Bonita! And her special sweetheart C who not only looks fresh but his glasses has disappeared to! Ooh la la. Then there's always none other than the prominent son of our love, Z, who looks as stoned as his daddy. The apple definitely didn't fall far from the tree and Z's BFF, F hanging around. I hear football tryouts are today my dear, don't be sad.
Sightings
K and D in Fred's. Early morning eating for a special something? Hope so. M at Clear Lake's store buying schoolbooks. Is she really doing that? T wearing a Marni sundress...jogging. Okay I knew she was weird. J standing in front of R's house. Waiting on Lady S? B running out of JFK and ducking into F's car. Hmmmmmmmm suspicious isn't it? F again hanging out with Z. What happened to B?
Your email
Hola GG,
I'm looking for a fair maiden are you the one?
Spanish Love
Dear SL,
Thanks for asking but no.
GG
Dear GG,
People are saying that you started clear Lake. Is that true or are you some weirdo Darrow kid?
ConstRulez
Dear CR,
I did not start Clear Lake but I do admire the woman who did
GG
Hear out for me, I'll be waiting and so should you! Something's wild and wicked and full of secrets in the air and only one person will be there to find it all out.
You know you love me
Gossip girl
The Girl They Want To Love
Zachary Archibald, Fletcher Heart and Emilio Vasquez passed the bong around. Emilio was telling a joke and Zachary lived for the days when he couldn't hear his jokes and laughed lazily watching the cumulus clouds pass.
Hun, we all do.
He obscurely wiped his face with his school tie, hating himself for being so friendful. So what if Fletcher's old age Grandmother and Met owner had nothing to do with her money but start a school. At least it was new. From upside down he saw Emilio's khaki pants and Fletcher's blazer. He blew out a puff of smoke what if Mary-Kate found him now? He'd be so dead since he promised his long time girlfriend he'd stop smoking.
"Hi, do you know where room 202 is?" he opened his eyes. A girl stood over him. Her cute blond hair was pulled over her shoulders making her look anti-Mary-Kate. Her violet eyes flashed and when his view moved from hazy he saw straight up her skirt. His lips formed a curved O and she stepped back embarrassed. An identical twin stood behind her. She was more beautiful than her sister but she just seemed so happy and content with her toffee coloured hair tucked behind her ears he couldn't bear to tear his eyes away from her. He viewed her looking her up and down. Her school uniform looked new and she wore khaki jeans instead of the seersucker skirt the other girls wore.
"I'm sorry;" Zachary jumped up almost immediately, "202 is on the second floor to the end. It's marked so you should find it."
"Um thanks...?" she asked tucking her straw blond hair behind her ear.
"Zachary." He nodded.
"I'm Taylor and my sister is Macey" Toffee grinned telling her sister something. The bell rang and the girls ran off excitedly as if they were excited to meet him.
I'm sure it wasn't you.