Blair Waldorf threw herself down on to the bed. The rain outside was softly falling down the windows in tiny drops. The dark and dreary weather reminded her of the mood she was in. Totally and utterly depressed. Elanor, Blair's mother had pleanty of crazy and bad ideas. However in Blair's opinion this was the worst yet. This included marrying Cyrus and getting pregnant at her age. Cyrus and her mother had decided that Manhatten was no place to raise their child even though it had been fine for Blair and Cyrus's son Aaron. So they decided to move to a sleepy little town called Tree Hill that Blair had never heard of. She would have just gone to France and lived with her father, but the thought of seeing Ramone everyday was unbearable. She had accepted her dad was gay but she still wasn't Ramone's biggest fan. So like a good daughter she moved from her home and followed her mother to Tree hill. She had complained about it non stop and made moving as difficult as she possibly could. But she still went. Besides that baby would need someone like her around. She couldn't leave the poor thing with just Elanor and Cyrus around. And every cloud has a silver lining. At least she wouldn't have to see Chuck, Nate and Jenny around all the time. She'd miss Serena a lot, but she could always come and visit and Blair could visit New York. Infact she planned to on a regular basis if only for shopping purposes.
"Blair" her mother called "could you come and help unpack please"
" I've already unpacked my stuff and i'm not helping, you made us move here!" Blair shouted back.
"Well then get ready for school"
Blair rolled her eyes and went to her closet. She looked through all of her fabulous outfits that would be wasted outside of new york and away from her friends who would adore her in them. She was going to have to gain a new group of friends who would let her boss them around. Blair was still a queen B and would always be a leader. She put in her signature hair band and ran a brush through her long wavy hair. She finally settled on a pair of skinny jeans, her high heels, a beige polo neck jumper and a fitted jacket. Not her Signature style but she wasn't bothered. Even making no effort she was polished and perfect. She grabbed her handbag from the desk and checked her phone was inside. Finally heading downstairs where Cyrus was patiently waiting to give her a ride to school. No more Limo's for Blair. Her mother was even talking about her learning to drive. Like Blair would ever want to drive herself around.