I know I'm supposed to be working on "Don't forget to remember me" but this hit me out of no where and it needed to be typed and put up. Read on if you wish.

What could hurt a teenager so much that she loses all her faith in everything? What could take away all her happiness and love? What could make her stop laughing? What could cut her so deep that she couldn't even stand to look at herself? What could make her give up on life?

Was it that she wasn't pretty enough? Didn't wear the right shoes? Or that she didn'tweigh the least? Could it be that she made a mistake and no one let it go? The judgmental eyes the would follow her every step? She could never make the perfect grade? If the only praise she got was the praise she gave herself…trying to make it hurt less that her parents didn't really notice?

Could it have been a person? Saying something that cut her too deep? A person that did something to break her will? Or maybe someone didn't love her enough to stop and say they cared?

Blair blinked sleepily out her window at the quiet town below her plane. Soon she would be landing there. Starting a new life there. Living there as if she was a new born with no past to be tied too. No one knew the mistakes she had made or the hell she had gone through. Here she wouldn't have to worry about someone watching her every move. Waiting for her to slip up---again. She didn't have to think about everything she had lost. These people couldn't tell her from Eve. This was her new chance at starting over.

College was supposed to be that. Yale was supposed to be her new life. When she went there she was supposed to be the new Blair. But she never got her chance to go there.

No.

Nothing had gone the way it was supposed to. Her future had been ruined, partly at her hand. She might have even gotten into NYU had she not screwed up even more.

Moving here to a place where no one knew where she was seemed to be her only option. She hadn't even taken a credit card that someone might be able to trace her by. She had just enough money to get her going, buy a place, stock up on food, keep the electricity on, but her money wasn't going to last long. She was going to have to find a job. Maybe she would get lucky and find something in architecture design.

Memories flooded into her mind of the last attempt she had made to run away. Serena had caught her in the knick of time and told her that it wasn't worth it. That she was Blair Waldorf.

Serena wasn't there to convince her this time though. She had managed to get most of her things packed while her mother and Cyrus were gone for a week and Dorota said she would be gone for the day. So at midnight she was packed, she had the bellhop take her bags, which would mean she wouldn't have to buy anymore clothes thank heavens, and load them into her awaiting mini-van taxi. She paid for her plane ticket in cash so they couldn't trace it either.

Just to make sure her mother didn't worry about her being kidnapped she left a note in her empty room:

I love you, Mom, Cyrus, Dorota, and Serena. I just need to go. Don't worry.

--Blair

The plane began shaking as the lowered in for a landing. The sudden turbulence caused Blair to bolt fully awake. This was really happening. When the plane touched the ground, Blair Cornella Waldorf was dead. That awful person would never be allowed inside her again.

After all, she might as well be dead. She's ruined. In every aspect of the word.

A loud voice came over the speaker's telling everyone to fasten their seatbelts and keep calm, that this turbulence was normal.

Normal or not it still scared the hell out of Blair.

Her hands quickly grabbed at her seatbelt and snapped it into place. Then her nails dug into her armrests. Her eyes squeezed shut and she muttered quick prayers.

After several minutes of constant jerks the plane stopped. They had landed.

Slowly she peeked her eyes back open. She couldn't deny, the town was small, but it was beautiful. In the distance she could see a huge church building, like so many she had seen in Rome visiting her father and Roman. Well, to be honest, the town looked bigger down here on the ground. In the air she hadn't even noticed all the skyscrapers in the town, scattered about what now she could see was more of a city.

She detached her nails from the armrests and unfastened her seatbelt. Taking a deep breath she stood from her seat. The weren't many people on the flight so she was one of the last ones remaining.

Hurriedly she gathered her carry-on items and made her way off the plane.

Wow. The air here smelled so much fresher than in the city. Maybe here in a few hours, when the sun sets, she'll be able to see the stars! The real ones, not the ones her mother had glued onto her ceiling when she was little or the fake projector ones. This thought brought the next issue at her hand, she needed a to find a place to stay for the night.

Maybe she'd figure out who she wanted to be by the time she found a hotel. She was a Waldorf no matter what. She just couldn't be Blair Waldorf anymore. Maybe she could just go by Cornella. She'd always liked that name. It sounded so regal. Cornella Waldorf? For now that would be fine. Not like anyone would be keeping tabs on how much she changed her name.

That's all I have for now. Should I continue or what? Like I said it was spur of the moment. I just need to know if you all likedit now.

RAWR