AUTHOR'S NOTE!

Okay, this is my first Gossip Girl fanfic, so I hope you guys like it. I just started writing it last night. The premise of the whole story mostly focuses on Blair and Chuck's 15 year old daughter, Caroline who has followed in her Mother and Father's footsteps, tries to hide big secrets, gets her self into trouble, ruins other peoples lives to make hers look less pathetic. The first chapter is more or less letting you know how The Bass family is and what there routine is and the end will explain everything to come. There will be flash backs, old faces and new faces, sad times, funny times, just down right raunchy times. I'm very happy I've started writing GG Fanfic!

Just for this chapter here is some info you need to know or if you're confused while reading...

Blair and Chuck are married. Caroline is their oldest, who is 15 (but everyone calls her Yale) She's very conniving, evil, uses her good looks and her Father's name to get out of trouble. Merritt (pronounced like Mare+it) is 13 years old, and she is the complete opposite of the whole family, kind of like the black sheep, but she is however considered to be almost more clever than her big sister Caroline. Then there is there only son, Grayer (Gray and Hater are his nicknames) He's 8 years old and he's learning all kinds of dirty tricks to drive his sister's crazy. Look-a-like to his Father, sweet faced like his Mother. Then there is the youngest, Evalie (pronounced like Ev-uh-lee, "Evie" or "Ev" for short) The sweetest of all the Basses. Spitting image of her Mother (then again all of the girls are) Puts everyone in a good mood.

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Thanks,

-Eleni

Chapter 1

"Uprising"

Caroline Eleanor Yale Waldorf-Bass, a name all too hard to forget. At fifteen years old, she's already following in her Mother's foot steps. Something her Mother was wishing wouldn't have happened. Not only was her Mother Blair Waldorf-Bass, but her father, Charles "Chuck" Bass, is who she used to her advantage. There was nothing like getting into massive amounts of trouble and then hanging her Father's name over the accuser's head. With her long, dark brown curls that bounced as she walked, her piercing blue eyes that could have any man on his knees in minutes begging for mercy, and her deceiving, yet sparkling white smile, there wasn't much you could find wrong with this young, adolescent girl that everyone knows as Yale. And if you could, it wasn't visible on the outside. But on the inside, she's falling apart and she won't dare let anyone unmask her family secrets.

Bass Residence

Present Day

All that was heard was a blood curdling scream, and it traveled through out the house. This made the entire household rise from there beds and on to there feet. There were three possible screams, but Chuck and Blair knew exactly who it was. Blair ran into her oldest daughter's room, with Chuck not too far behind, where she saw Caroline standing on top of her ottoman.

"Sweetheart, what's going on!?" Blair shouted, with her arms out. Everyone was tired and it was 4 year in the morning.

"Mom, I'm going to kill that spiteful, vicious, VENOMOUS brat that you call your son!" Caroline yelled.

"Yale, what are you talking about, honey?" Chuck asked, confused as he looks at his daughter, who is still standing on top of her ottoman.

"My bed is moving! Grayer put his god awful smelling ferret in my bed!" Caroline squealed.

There appeared a young boy with jet black hair, no more than 10 years old, hiding behind his mother, peeking his head ever so slightly to look at his raving, mad big sister.

"YOU! I've had it with your deviltry, you little snot!" Caroline yelled, pointing to her youngest brother.

"Caroline! Enough with the yelling! It's 4 in the morning and if you wake Evie, you're on baby sister duty, got it?" Blair said, eying her oldest daughter. She was in no mood for bickering and yelling at 4 in the morning, and she was especially in no mood for their 2 year old to be awake at such a time.

"Fine! You better come and get this vile creature right now, Hater!" Hater is what Caroline nicknamed Grayer a long time ago and it's kind of just stuck with the whole family.

Grayer still stood behind his Mother, clutching to her side like a shy toddler.

"Grayer, do what you've been asked. I don't want this to happen ever again. If I find Nigel out of his cage once more, he'll be gone in an instant and you won't have a pet for a very long time, got it Mister?" Blair said to her 8 year old son.

"Fine…" Grayer said in defeat. He walked to Caroline's bed, grabbed Nigel the ferret and walked back to his room.

"Come on Nigel, Yale stinks anyways." The young boy said walking through the doorway.

"Ahem." Chuck cleared his throat, trying to get Grayer's attention before officially exiting the room.

"What?" Grayer asked with attitude.

"Watch your tone, young man. What do you say to your sister?" Chuck asked his look-a-like son.

"Sorry." Grayer said with as little meaning as possible.

"Sorry, what?" Blair chimed in. Grayer shrugged his shoulders and let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry that I put Nigel in your bed." Grayer spoke one last time.

"Much better, now put Nigel in his cage and get your butt to bed. We'll have a talk in a few hours." Blair said, patting her only son's head, realizing that everyone had to be awake in less than 3 hours for school.

"Caroline, will you just breathe please? He's your 8 year old brother, did you expect him to be an adoring little cherub that waited on you hand and foot?" Chuck said, looking at his daughter.

"Well he should! What a little asshole! He's lucky I don't do anything back to him. And I can't believe you're taking his side!" Caroline complained.

"I said that I would have a talk with him. He's not getting away scot-free, believe that. Now go to bed, you have to be awake for school in less than 3 hours. And don't use that language around me and your Father." Blair scalded. She was getting tired of Caroline's neediness and complaining and always having to be catered to.

"Whatever, goodnight." Caroline snapped back.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart." Chuck said to Caroline, who just rolled her eyes, turned off her light and hid under her covers.

Everyone had been sucked back into their dreams only to be awakened by their alarm clock, Dorota two and a half hours later. Evie, the 2 year old always tagged along as Dorota's side kick.

"Go wake your Mom and Dad." Dorota whispered, dropping Evie to her tiny toes. You could barely hear her little feet running across the newly refurbished hardwood, but it was enough for Blair to open an eye and see the face of her littlest, and sweetest child.

"Omma, ake up!" Evie spoke. She couldn't seem to pronounce the "M" in "Mama" but Blair was okay with that. It was cute and she would obviously learn as she grew.

"Hi, baby." Blair said, smiling with tired eyes, reaching her arms out to the tiny little girl, pulling her up onto the bed.

"Jump on Papa." Blair whispered to Evie. Evie had a smile from ear to ear and did as her Mother told her to.

"Papa! Ake up! Ake up!" Evie shouted in her high pitched voice. Chuck squirmed in his place, trying to put pillows over his face to drown out the sound of his bouncing, shouting 2 year old.

"I don't think so, Daddy. Time to get up." Blair said, smartly, removing the covers from her perfect body, putting her feet to the ground.

"Where's Papa's kisses, Ev?" Chuck said, removing the pillow from his face, smiling at his littlest girl. She jumped on his stomach and gave him a little peck on his lips.

"Much better, Papa's awake, now go with Mama, goldie." Chuck spoke. They all called Evelyn, Goldie because of her hair. It wasn't blonde, but she had these amazing curly brown locks that went on for days and I guess Chuck thought of "Goldie Locks" and shortened it to "Goldie" Even grown woman would rave about the 2 year olds beautiful hair. She gets it from her Mother. All three of his girls have their Mother's hair.

"Come on, baby bass, time to wake your sissy's and Gray." Blair said, putting her hand out so that Evie would grab hold.

"Miss Blair, I wake children, you read paper, eat breakfast." Dorota said, confused as to why Blair is going to wake the kids.

"Dorota, why don't you go read the paper, or eat breakfast. Just relax. I can wake the kids this morning." Blair said, putting her hand on Dorota's shoulder. She's been around long enough to really do whatever she wants, but she's so stuck with routine and Blair has just become somewhat care-free since she's had all four of her children.

Merritt Finley Blair Waldorf-Bass was Chuck and Blair's second born. The 13 year old girl preferred books over blog columns, glasses over contacts, and studying over socializing, yet still had an amazing fashion sense for only being thirteen. Sometimes Blair named her the favorite, but only in her mind, never out loud and then would tell herself that she loved all her children equally and it was wrong to favor. Merritt, however did inherit a lot of her Father's traits, one being, negotiating. She was quite the spy, and could blackmail anyone within 100 yards of her. Blair didn't encourage this.

"Mer, time to wake up!" Blair shouted as she knocked on her door, with Evie on her hip.

"I'm up, can you not hear my awfully out of tuned cello!?" Merritt shouted from the other side of the door.

"Sorry, Crick. Breakfast is in 10 minutes!" Blair shouted once more.

"I know!" Merritt snapped back, sounding like she wasn't in such a good mood.

"You better watch your tone, Yo-Yo Ma!" Blair snapped back in return, referring to the famous cellist. Merritt was an aspiring cello player and took it all way too seriously.

Blair then moved to her son's room. His door was already cracked open so she just walked in.

"Grayer Charles, it's time to wake up. You've got school." Blair said, rubbing her son's back.

"I'm not going, I'm sick." Grayer said, pulling the covers back over his head.

"Aw, you are? Well you know what? You can stay home with Mommy and help her watch Evalie. And then later, you can help with the laundry, clean up your room, clean Nigel's cage…" Blair continued naming all the things that would change Grayer's mind and just decide that he really wasn't sick.

"Alright, fine, I'll go." Grayer said.

"That's what I thought. Now you know I haven't forgotten about what you did. You're definitely going to get a punishment, buddy." Blair said, not really wanting to punish him, but it was only fair.

"Man, do I have to?" Grayer wined.

"Yes, of course you do. Maybe if you think before you do another stupid thing, you'll realize the consequences of your actions." Blair continued.

"So what's my punishment?" Grayer asked, not excited to hear about it.

"No computer, T.V., friends, or video games for a week." Blair eyes her son, waiting for his fit.

"Mom! That's not fair! I was supposed to go over to Tommy Kessler's house tomorrow! He has the coolest house ever!" Grayer complained.

"Well, it looks like you get to spend tomorrow and the whole rest of the week in your not cool enough house. You should have thought about that before putting a ferret in your sister's bed. Now get up and get ready for school, I don't want to hear anymore complaining." Blair said, poking her son's chest playfully.

"Fine!" Grayer said in anger.

Blair just smiles as she walks away, knowing Grayer is the drama king of the family.

Caroline looks at herself in the mirror as she ties her favorite red ribbon into her hair securely. Mascara from one of her eyes has been hit with a tear as it slowly rolls down her freshly blushed cheek as she stares at herself in the mirror. Then there was a knock on her door. Knowing it was her Mother, she quickly wiped the mascara of her face and pretended to reapply her makeup.

"Hey, Breakfast is in 10 minutes. Are you okay, Yale?" Blair said, noticing that her daughter's eyes were red and puffy like she'd been crying.

"Yeah, fine. Just got some mascara in my eye, that's all." Caroline said with out looking her Mother in the eyes. Blair knew she was lying, but just went a long with it. So she laughed a little.

"Don't worry, rookie, you'll learn how to apply correctly soon." Blair said, picking up some of Caroline's clothes off the ground.

"I don't understand why I just can't have my own make up artist?" Caroline asked with attitude.

"Because that is just ridiculous. I didn't even have one of those growing up." Blair lied.

"You're such a liar! You at least had one for special events and stuff." Caroline complained.

"Caroline, can you just please get ready for school. Your Father wants to pick you up today and take you to lunch so you guys can talk." Blair said, knowing Caroline was not going to be up for it.

"I don't want to talk to him… at all. Thanks, but tell him I'm gonna have to pass." Caroline spoke.

"Honey, please, just this once. He feels awful about everything." Blair said, trying to stick up for her husband.

"Well, he should! And I can't believe you're even sticking up for him! It's pathetic, Mom!" Caroline shouted.

"I've had it up to here with your yelling, god dammit! Would you rather all of this come out in the open? So all your friends can find out what a mess your family is! You want the whole world to know that The Basses aren't as perfect as they appear? THAT is why I'm sticking up for you Father. Nothing more, Caroline. If I could do the right thing, I would, but we're in the public eye and the last thing I want is for my family to be ripped apart. I've seen it happen with your Aunt Serena. It's not pretty. So please just do this for me, Yale. Please?" Blair said pathetically. She was tired of having to explain herself to her daughter.

"It's just a burden, Mom. I don't want to carry this around with me for forever. You're right. I don't want my friends or anyone to know about my personal life, but its absolute bullshit that I have to sit here and pretend like we're perfect, when we all know we're not." Caroline said, with her head in her hands, tired of all of it. Blair went up to her daughter, stroking her long, brown curls.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I never wanted this for you or any of you kids. I have no control over it, Yale. None." Blair said sympathetically to her daughter.

"Yeah, I know. Only dad and his check book do. I despise him. Why did he have to do this to us?" Caroline sadly asked as she hugged her Mother.

"I don't know, baby. I don't know." Blair said, a tear falling from her eye. She hugged her daughter tightly and felt ashamed and pathetic for pretending like everything was okay. It's never okay when a married man cheats on his wife. It's never okay when your 15 year old daughter is the one that catches you in the act. It's never okay to pretend that everything is alright when it's not. But there always exceptions, especially when you have Bass blood coursing through your veins.

Well that's chapter 1. I hope I didn't disappoint any of you! Tell me what you all thought. I don't have any other couples put together at the moment, but it will unravel with time. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW, PLEASE!

Thanks,

-Eleni.