hello upper east siders.
fellow badass Kyle Van Hester just returned from his long trip from boarding school. rumor has his time there was very eventful.
in bigger news lonely girl aka the new girl that mysteriously appeared had her eyes on Kyle. girls you better watch out.
-xoxo
gossip girl
i typed the words on the gossip girl page. i hacked into it a couple of weeks ago. i didn't want gossip girl to end because dan didn't want to be gossip girl anymore.
now i'm gossip girl and no ones going to expect it. i don't fit the image. my familie's rich, i haven't been madly in love with a guy or girl that i met at a ninth grade party, and no one knows i can write pretty good.
i stare in the mirror at my school uniform. i'm so happy that this is my junior year.
i was homeschooled by my nanny, elena since i was in fifth grade. my mom took me out of school for personal reasons. she didn't want everyone to think i was crazy because when i was in fifth grade my mom sent me to ostroff center after i tried to commit suicide. i just couldn't take it. i didn't have any friends. i felt so alone. i still have no friends but it's different now. I don't care anymore.
"kylie, come down stairs to eat before you go to school," my mom yelled from down stairs.
"here i come mom," i say grabbing my backpack and heading down stairs.
i make my way down the stairs, heading into the kitchen. the smell of pancakes and fruit hitting my nose. i sit down at the table. i cut my pancakes and start eating them.
"honey are you nervous for your first day of school?" my mom and dad said unisonly.
"no, i can't wait." i say finishing up the last of my pancakes.
i grab my car keys and head towards my car. i hop in my matte black audi r8. starting the engine and turning on the radio. i plug my aux in playing my playlist. 'let em know' by bryston tiller starts playing.
i make it to school and i park my car. i walk into the place not knowing where im going. i was looking down at my schedule when I felt myself bump into a person.
"im so sorry," I say looking up to see kyle van hester. "i don't know where im going at all," I say looking down at the piece of paper in my hands.
"you must be the new girl, im kyle," he says sticking his hand out.
"im kylie, you probably don't remember me but we were in kindergarten together," I paused. "i put liquid glue in your hair," i say as he has a look of remembrance on his face.
"yea i remember that," he paused. "didn't you move in fifth grade or something?"
"no i- i- um was homeschooled until now," i stuttered, trying not to say the truth.
"well that's cool can i see," he asked pointing at my schedule. after looking at it for a couple of seconds he says something. "we have all the same classes," he says as we walk to our first period class.
we are stopped by a blonde girl. she is really pretty compared to me. i have black hair and my eyes are different colors, the left is blue while the right is green.
i put my hand out for her to shake it. "hi im kylie. what's your name," I say with a huge smile on my face.
"so this is what you downgraded to?" she says looking me up and down.
i am both insulted and taken aback. do I really look that ugly?
"no she's the new girl. i was just showing her around," he said pointing at me. the girl walks away, her heels clacking on the ground.
"she's mean," i say looking back at her.
" i know. i'm sad i dated her,"
"i would be too," i say partially joking.
"oh since you don't really know anyone here then you don't know about the party tonight," he said pausing. "you should come," he says walking into the classroom.
"what kind of party is it," i ask.
"its a traditional party that blair waldorf used to throw. its called the kiss on the lips party," he paused pulling out his phone. "here put your number in my phone and i'll text you the details."
i put my number in his phone just before the bell rings. the teacher walks in to the classroom. its a guy and he's really hot and he also looks really familiar.
"hello class i'm mr.baizen and welcome to history class." he said looking around the room. "i will make sure i am one of your favorite teachers." he said looking me straight in the eyes.
right after class i am stopped by mr.baizen. he pulls me to the side to ask me i don't know what.
"hi kylie i just wanted you to know that all teachers can look up a students records. i just wanted you to know that i know what happened to you in fifth grade and that you could come to me for anything. if you want to talk or if you're not feeling well," he tells me.
"i think i'll be just fine but thank you. if i do need to talk to you i will." i said walking away.
as i walk outside the door i see kyle waiting for me.
"hey what did mr.baizen say to you? you were in there for a long time." he asks.
"um-um-uhh personal stuff," i say not wanting to reveal the real thing we were talking about.
"you're not fucking the history teacher, are you?"
"oh god no. i can't tell you the reason why because its bad and no one really knows." i say trying to brush off the conversation.
"oh i get it," he says as we both continue to walk in silence to our next period class.
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the first chapter to my gossip girl fanfic. idk where it's going.
comment how you feel about it please.
