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p style="line-height: 1.7em;" It's been approximately two months since Serena van der Woodsen has come back to New York to play with her fellow beautiful rich friends. She's made up with Blair and is even keeping her distance from Nate like the saint she is. Maybe that's why her life is kind of boring between keeping her grades up and forming a stronger bond with Blair. The latter was much more fun since it occasionally included vodka shots, Bendels, and the Met. It was almost like Serena never left or slept with Nate. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena was studying for her English test when her phone began ringing incessantly from its perch on her nightstand. She rolled her eyes and focused on studying Poe and Hawthorne. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Poe was darker while Hawthorne was a bit more lighthearted and gained inspiration from European folklore," Serena muttered. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Her phone began buzzing, which meant it was blowing up with texts and Serena just couldn't ignore those, right? br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / She slipped her notebook off her slender pale legs and grabbed her phone. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / em style="line-height: 1.7em;"Did you see Gossip Girl's last post?! br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Who is she? br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / You need 2 check GG. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / /emSerena's heart paused for a moment. Gossip Girl was making her-and her friend's-life hell with her anonymous posts outing them on every single thing they ever did. Partly, Serena couldn't blame Gossip Girl because all the young Upper East Siders were cool and there were too many stories not to share. So, what was so important that everyone was buzzing about? /p
p style="line-height: 1.7em;" Serena grabbed her laptop and went to Gossip Girl's page. On it was a picture of a girl wearing those huge Chloé sunglasses with purple lenses that Serena had drooled over when she saw them in em style="line-height: 1.7em;"Vogue. /emThe girl had dark brown skin and black-to-the-point-it-was-basically-purple hair framing her face. Her lips looked like they had been stung by bees but they fit her face perfectly. The girl was gorgeous and perfect for the Upper East Side. The title above it was New It Girl? br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena continued reading the article. /p
p style="line-height: 1.7em; margin-left: 40px;" This just in, another beauty has stepped off a train in Grand Central. The only thing is that no one knows who she is. I've heard everything from pornstar to Derrick Rose's not-so-secret baby mama. Whoever she is, she's got everyone talking. An insider named zoexox33 was so kind to inform me that the new girl lives in an amazing townhouse on Madison. It's kind of stalker-esque but still help zoexox33. Another thing I heard is that S just might know her. Please S, tell us who she is, we're just dying. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / You know you love me, br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Gossip Girl /p
p style="line-height: 1.7em;"br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena closed her laptop and bit her bottom lip. The girl in the picture did look familiar but she couldn't really tell with the big glasses and wind blown hair. There was a good chance she'd be attending Constance anyway so she could just run into her there. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Serena, there's someone here to see you!" Mrs. van der Woodsen called. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Coming!" Serena hopped to her feet and rushed out the door, pausing for a split second just to straighten out her black BCBG cashmere sweater that she wore over navy leggings. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / She ran down the hallway in her penthouse only pausing to walk just as she got to the doorway. Lily van der Woodsen was standing in front of the girl so Serena couldn't really see her. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Well, it's a pleasure to have you back," Mrs. can der Woodsen said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "It's a pleasure to be back." The voice was lilting and had a type of Madonna accent except this one's was real. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena didn't recognize it at all but approached her mother. Mrs. can der Woodsen turned and smiled at Serena in honest delight, as if she wasn't expected to arrive. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Oh, Serena, finally, look who's here." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena was ushered by her mom's muscular bony arm foward and her eyes widened as she took in the girl's appearance. She was tall-about 5'10"-and slender in a VS Angel type of way. She could model if she wanted to. She wore a steel gray Alexander Wang sweater that had sexy but classy cuts on the side and a black leather micro mini skirt with black tights. Her Chloé glasses were pushed on the top of her head, revealing her striking ice blue style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Oriana Jordan?" Serena asked. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Oriana grinned. "It's great to see you again." /p
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p style="line-height: 1.7em;" It's been approximately two months since Serena van der Woodsen has come back to New York to play with her fellow beautiful rich friends. She's made up with Blair and is even keeping her distance from Nate like the saint she is. Maybe that's why her life is kind of boring between keeping her grades up and forming a stronger bond with Blair. The latter was much more fun since it occasionally included vodka shots, Bendels, and the Met. It was almost like Serena never left or slept with Nate. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena was studying for her English test when her phone began ringing incessantly from its perch on her nightstand. She rolled her eyes and focused on studying Poe and Hawthorne. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Poe was darker while Hawthorne was a bit more lighthearted and gained inspiration from European folklore," Serena muttered. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Her phone began buzzing, which meant it was blowing up with texts and Serena just couldn't ignore those, right? br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / She slipped her notebook off her slender pale legs and grabbed her phone. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / em style="line-height: 1.7em;"Did you see Gossip Girl's last post?! br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Who is she? br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / You need 2 check GG. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / /emSerena's heart paused for a moment. Gossip Girl was making her-and her friend's-life hell with her anonymous posts outing them on every single thing they ever did. Partly, Serena couldn't blame Gossip Girl because all the young Upper East Siders were cool and there were too many stories not to share. So, what was so important that everyone was buzzing about? /p
p style="line-height: 1.7em;" Serena grabbed her laptop and went to Gossip Girl's page. On it was a picture of a girl wearing those huge Chloé sunglasses with purple lenses that Serena had drooled over when she saw them in em style="line-height: 1.7em;"Vogue. /emThe girl had dark brown skin and black-to-the-point-it-was-basically-purple hair framing her face. Her lips looked like they had been stung by bees but they fit her face perfectly. The girl was gorgeous and perfect for the Upper East Side. The title above it was New It Girl? br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena continued reading the article. /p
p style="line-height: 1.7em; margin-left: 40px;" This just in, another beauty has stepped off a train in Grand Central. The only thing is that no one knows who she is. I've heard everything from pornstar to Derrick Rose's not-so-secret baby mama. Whoever she is, she's got everyone talking. An insider named zoexox33 was so kind to inform me that the new girl lives in an amazing townhouse on Madison. It's kind of stalker-esque but still help zoexox33. Another thing I heard is that S just might know her. Please S, tell us who she is, we're just dying. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / You know you love me, br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Gossip Girl /p
p style="line-height: 1.7em;"br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena closed her laptop and bit her bottom lip. The girl in the picture did look familiar but she couldn't really tell with the big glasses and wind blown hair. There was a good chance she'd be attending Constance anyway so she could just run into her there. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Serena, there's someone here to see you!" Mrs. van der Woodsen called. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Coming!" Serena hopped to her feet and rushed out the door, pausing for a split second just to straighten out her black BCBG cashmere sweater that she wore over navy leggings. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / She ran down the hallway in her penthouse only pausing to walk just as she got to the doorway. Lily van der Woodsen was standing in front of the girl so Serena couldn't really see her. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Well, it's a pleasure to have you back," Mrs. can der Woodsen said. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "It's a pleasure to be back." The voice was lilting and had a type of Madonna accent except this one's was real. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena didn't recognize it at all but approached her mother. Mrs. can der Woodsen turned and smiled at Serena in honest delight, as if she wasn't expected to arrive. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Oh, Serena, finally, look who's here." br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Serena was ushered by her mom's muscular bony arm foward and her eyes widened as she took in the girl's appearance. She was tall-about 5'10"-and slender in a VS Angel type of way. She could model if she wanted to. She wore a steel gray Alexander Wang sweater that had sexy but classy cuts on the side and a black leather micro mini skirt with black tights. Her Chloé glasses were pushed on the top of her head, revealing her striking ice blue style="line-height: 1.7em;" / "Oriana Jordan?" Serena asked. br style="line-height: 1.7em;" / Oriana grinned. "It's great to see you again." /p
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