It was Day 2 in the upper east side New York. I woke up and slid off my satin sheets into my Louis Vuitton bed slippers. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and sprayed Armani perfume into the air as I walked in it. I liked it better when my scent was light. I changed into a white miniskirt with a pink golf vest that fit perfectly against my body. I walked out of the penthouse and into the Waldorf abode. I was led to their kitchen by the amazing smell. "Mmmm….. g'morning nanny….what is that orgasmic smell???" It was addicting, it smelled so good that words could not even describe it.
"Good morning darling! They're pancakes!" I paused…pancakes??
"um…what are pancakes?" My Aunt's jaw dropped down in shock. Before she could say anything, Miss. Bitch herself walked down the spiral staircase .She sported dark wash skinny denim jeans with a flowy black top that didn't fit. It was cute…but not cute enough.
"So, Sephora here doesn't know what pancakes are eh?" She chuckled. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any lamer."
"You know Blair," I said in a calm voice. I wouldn't let her get me angry, she wasn't worth it. "Maybe it's because I don't eat pancakes like you do that your boyfriend just happened to be staring at me with drool coming down his lip, hm?" She lunged at me. I moved to the side. "Come on Blair. You didn't honestly think that I would let you take control of me this time now did you? I'm leaving Nana. Ciao!" I blew an air kiss at her and walked out. Blair was purple. Two can play the bitch game.
As I walked outside a blast of air hit me, like a fresh burst of reality. I was bigger than Blair. Period. I won't stay under her shadow. I was going to make her pay for what she did to me as a child. Starting with…Nate.