Note: thanks for the reviews. here's chapter 3! please r&r.
Mothers Know Best
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Well well, Upper East Siders. Our first day back at school seemed a little to boring to begin with? And what exactly do we know about the new girl. She seemed all too familiar to someone from our former brood decades ago. Pay close attention, because I have a feeling she will bring a change to our Manhattan's elite scene. In the meantime, spotted: Siblings H and E getting into a limo, heading to the home famous Bass Residence, sometimes it makes me wonder how these contrasting siblings could be in 3 feet of each other.
Until then,
xoxo,
Gossip Girl
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"Aren't you bored hanging with only two people every day?", Henry Bass was closely behind his sister as they both walked out of the elevator. The doors of the elevator opened up to a room with a vast space and the biggest chandelier a person can ever find in Manhattan.
Eliza rolled her eyes, as she dropped her books on the floor. "Oh come on Henry, at least I don't hang with people like the skanky girlfriends you screw". She knew her brother never liked the people she hangs out with but she never bothered listening to him. At least the people she calls friends are not as shallow as her brother's. The Bass Residence is as glamour as their residents can be, with chandeliers imported from France, Potpourri from England and even furniture all the way from Germany.
Henry said as-a-matter-of-factly, "Sis, they're mere entertainment". They continued walking, to a huge door that opened up to another huge room, with a staircase on its left. It looked a little similar as the old Waldorf residence that Blair loved so much she decided to make her new home a replica of it. Henry tossed his shoes aside as they began going up the stairs; they were used to leaving things lying around and expect them to be picked up by their maids.
Eliza scoffed at her brother's remark, trailing behind him up the stairs. "What? Like your Nintendo Wii?". The Nintendo Wii was sort of like the love of Henry's life, or so he proclaimed. He believed that managing a Wii is easier than managing a female, which explains why he kept changing them.
"Sort of", Henry shrugged, and stressed,"But of course, they're nothing compared to my Wii".
Just as they were about to reach the top floor, their mother's voice rung across the house, "Eliza, Henry". The siblings looked at each other, and sighed. The one thing they agree upon is how dramatic and perfect their mother wants them to be since they were kids. Reluctantly, they both descended the stairs and headed to the patio, where they knew their mother would be.
Henry sniffed his clothes to scan for any smell of pot which will literally send his mother off the roof. When it's all clear, he put on a smile and walked over to Blair Waldorf who has arranged a tea party on their patio table. He placed a kiss on her cheek, "Hello mother"
Eliza was right after him, greeting their mother with a kiss on another cheek.
Blair gushed, in delight, "I'm so glad you both decide to join me for tea". She always loved sitting around a table with two of her prized possessions. As Dorota was serving tea to each of them, Henry quickly asked, "Dorota, could you get me a cup of coffee please". Henry hates tea.
Blair Waldorf Bass took a sip of her English tea and asked, "So how was first day of school?" She makes it a point to pay close attention to her children; school, daily needs, friends and their activities especially. She wanted to be their role model, their best friend.
"Good", Henry toyed with his tie. Eliza stirred her tea in a boring manner and answered, "Fine"
Their mother continued, "Did you- make any new friends?"
Henry smirked and elbowed his sister, "Yea, Liza, did you?". He loved annoying his sister, but that doesn't mean he loves her any less. Eliza smacked his arm, "Shut up Hen"
Blair cleared her throat, "Like I always told you, you must always make the right connections. Yale is a prestigious school and the connections will be of tremendous help". She paused, "And of course, your SATs"
The children did not reply, they knew better not to bring up any anti-Yale comments in front of their mother. And they knew better than to piss Blair Waldorf Bass off.
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Spotted: Moving trucks outside the old Archibald Residence. Who could our new neighbours be?
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"So this is it?", asked Phoebe Archibald, who took her first step into the place her dad used to live in at her age. She had just gotten back from her first day from what she calls, the school for the rich and famous- something that she does not classify herself as although her father was the famous Nate Archibald, the man who was known for his sails and family name.
Her mother, in all funkiness, raised her brows, "You don't like it?". Vanessa Archibald carefully placed the vase she had gotten from India on the dining table. It felt good to be home in New York, although she was uneasy with the house as it was too much for her taste until Nate promised to let her decorate it the way she wanted.
"No, no.I mean, it's cool that you and dad want to move back here"
"Come on", she looked at her daughter knowingly. She knew her daughter better than anyone else and judging by the tone of her voice, she clearly wasn't fond of the idea.
"What?", Phoebe shrugged and retorted, "I meant what I said"
"Okay", Vanessa shrugged. She decided to change the subject, "And you haven't told me, how was first day at Constance for you?". Initially she didn't like the idea of sending Phoebe to Constance, because she had seen enough to judge the girls from Constance. Yet, Nate's mother insisted, stressing how important it is for an Archibald to get into a prestigious school.
Phoebe sighed, "It's like 180 of Seattle". Although she attended one of the most expensive schools in Seattle, it was nothing like Constance.
Vanessa took out more antiques from Asia from their brown boxes. "Aunt Serena used to go there".
Phoebe rebutted wittily. "And that was 20 plus plus years ago. People there don't eat for lunch, and the boys are." Just today she met an anorexic girl who only drank lemon juice for lunch and a boy who tried to hit on her.
"Your father was from that school", Vanessa scoffed.
"Well that was your generation!"
Vanessa shook her head, she was no match for her daughter's comebacks at anything she said. "Anyway, your father decided that we will be throwing a dinner party next Wednesday and you'll get to meet those from your generation"
Her daughter took an apple from the dining table and rolled her eyes. "Like I have any say in what you both plan to do". A pre-teenage boy ran past her, shouting all over the house, "Mom I can't find my playstation in the boxes!"
Vanessa Archibald sighed, at the sight of her youngest, "Lance it's in your room"
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