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Blair sat in the taxi, blindly staring out the window into the bleak darkness of the night. She wished she was able to melt into the shadows and disappear easily, but the reality of the effort required hit her. If she truly wanted to be gone from the clutches of the pain of the present, she would have to escape her past. Sighing, she pulled her Tory Burch sunglasses from her bag and placed them gently onto her nose, covering her raw eyes. She did not allow any more diamond tears to fall from those eyes.
Hiding from any cameras, she hailed a cab. She picked up her bags and slowly got into the cab.
"Where to?" the cab driver questions as she settles into her seat.
Anywhere but here, she answered to herself. "To JFK International Airport, please."
"Are you sure you have everything?" he said, staring critically at her minimal amount of baggage.
"There's nothing left behind for me here anymore."
The rest of the ride was silent, except for the occasional mutterings of the driver. When they arrived, she paid him what he needed and got out of the cab. Her escape from her past was now starting. She walked into the airport and approached the check in desk.
"Hello, I'm Blair Waldorf and I purchased a first flight ticket to Rome earlier this morning. And I only have my carry on here."
The young woman smacked her gum and rolled her eyes. "Here's your ticket for the 5 o'clock flight to Rome. Have a nice trip." And under her breath she said "your highness."
Blair put on her best I'm-better-than-you-and-we-both-know-it smile and strutted away. She might actually miss that part of being Blair Waldorf. Unfortunately, the past she was trying to get away from had taught her that smirk. Sighing, she sullenly made her made through the airport. When she reached the gate, she took one last look around her at the place she once called her kingdom, her home. Making a decision to leave it all behind, she turned and got onto the plane, closing that chapter of her life. Fairytales don't exist in her eyes anymore, and she refuses to wait for a prince to find her. It's time for her to write her own story.
Blair got off of the plane and looked around. She knew that she couldn't stay here long because she was sure someone's PI was going to follow her path so she had to disappear and fast. It wouldn't be easy but they would tell the PI everything about her, so she would have to do something that no one would expect from her. It was now time to turn around the question her minions always asked, and instead use "What would Blair Waldorf never do?" Her hair and her clothes would have to change because they can easily track her based on her style through cameras. But, she would have to do a little shopping and scheming first.
She went into the city with her new plan of making a sudden dress code change. It would be a disappearing act. Now, she had to find a second hand store because she could trade in some of her clothes for new ones and money that is less likely to be traced.
Suddenly, she felt a buzzing coming from her purse. Her phone was alerting her of the latest gossipgirl post and she didn't really care for that. She knew it would have something about her at the airport or some hussy on Ch- his arm. She knew it was weak but she couldn't bring herself to say it yet. If it was about her being "spotted" getting on a plane, she just had less time to be able to get out of her life before she is sucked right back into the dark, painful cycle.
Couldn't they track her from her phone? Well, she supposed she could just sell it. That would give the PI's a false trail to follow, and give her some get away cash. Now, she had to delete all contacts from her phone. She deleted all of the voicemails, missed calls, emails, and texts from her mobile device and shutdown her subscriptions. She didn't need the person who would receive her phone to recognize her from a blast and sell her out. Secrets are to be kept secret now, without a masked villain snooping through her business.
Blair felt strange in her new outfit. The black skinny jeans were not part of her usual outfit. The messy pony tail she was sporting was most surely on the "list of do not wear" for a Waldorf. She was trying to get away from that. She wore an off the shoulder shirt that was sweatshirt material and the shoes, well she liked the shoes. She couldn't wait to tell Eleanor- no more of that. Scolding herself, she readjusted the sunglasses on her face. The boots, covering up her calves to about her knee, had a slight heel to them, making her small stature seem less diminutive. The hot pink frames of the sunglasses matched the "LOVE" print on her grey top.
Walking down the street, Blair looked for an electronics store. She had already sold her phone at a pawn shop, so she was in need of a replacement. Finding the cheapest flip phone, she paid for the cheapest plan. Now, she had to book another flight, but she had to choose between two locations. But the third option did have so much potential. She could pose as a transfer student from America and complete her education there, free if she did well on the exam.
Yes, she was going to travel to France. With her new appearance, she could avoid her father and no one would expect her to go there to study. France seemed like the most obvious place she would go, so no one would expect for her to be there. They would look at more exotic locations before looking here. By the time they searched in France, she would have already left for somewhere else. Now, she had to fix her passport.
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