Everyone's their own Gossip Girl *BOOK PREVIEW*

Gossip #5:

The long slim tan fingers lingered over her phone before finally pulling the gadget out. The simple thing that connected her to everything that seemed to be going on. She flipped the screen and grinned at the sight of the new post in bright, bold words.

MONICA’S NEW ARRIVAL: A COMPLETE BLOWOUT.

It was a complete blow out and Monica had to agree. She recognized the fuss she created with her remark of coming back home. After her sudden disappearance during the summer of ninth grade, she had completely abandoned all access of social networking, social media, everything that could possibly reach her. No one in the school even knew where she had fled off to.

Some people assumed she was dead. Other told she was kicked out of the house. And most believed she was merely bored and decided to venture out onto all places. All of the above seemed to qualify under Monica’s list. She was kicked out for the whole reason she was gone the first place, she was dead since during the long period of time she fled away, she wasn’t much news anymore, and she was bored of the old town she had been living in for eleven years. But she slowly regained her classic taste in old Pinewood and now was back with her mother, her dead father’s coffin, an alive father who had none of the same blood Monica carried, and the step sister she managed to pick up and hide until her arrival.

People were going to be shocked, but that was only one of Monica’s talents. She could surprise anyone. Especially the people she had come back for.

It would be amusing how they had turned out to be, but she had predicted all this during her years at the private school. She would remain the same classy old Monica everyone absolutely adored and missed while Katrina was doing a fairly good job of holding up a welcoming resume and an astonishing sense of distasteful fashion. Andrea might have turned out the complete opposite of whom she original was. The girl in the cute pink dresses to something much more black and wrecked, and of course let’s not forget little Michelle, too. The attention whore who would struggle so desperately just to be near the top, but everyone knows the faster you climb, the easier you’ll fall. It worked that easy, and if there was one thing harder than to become elite, it was to stay that way.

“Everything is exactly the same way it was before,” Mrs. Prescott announced. Instead of sounding relieved like Monica was, she sounded annoyed like the town should have been built over the years she was gone to more of her taste: classy, elegant and modern. She was on her phone, her shaved legs crossed and her broach perfectly in place. The fine lines under the eyes were instantly de-puffing and her smile was getting a lot friendlier and much more practical.

Monica peered out the tinted glass window as she slipped her phone back into her purse. People were glancing over at the long black vehicle cruising through the street, but their eyes were much more attached on who it carried. Was it the Prescotts that everyone had missed so much? Or were it just the snobby rich kids from The Palace?

Too bad for them, it was both.

“Mom, how much longer? We’ve been in the car for more than six hours. I thought limos were supposed to be fun, not aging.” The freshman complained. The annoying, desperate freshman. Only fourteen with the mind and ambitions of a typical seventeen year old school prostitute. For someone with a cute face, she had a horrible attitude and Monica knew this girl inside out. She was using Monica’s popularity to her advantage. Or at least she was planning to.

But no way Monica was going to let the annoying mouse get away with their escape. Anyone who knew Monica would know that. Except Olivia was on the slightly delusional angle of things. Only if her plans would work with the kind of skill she had. Monica remembered she was a lot more prepared and observing than the beast herself when she was in fifth grade. “Well clearly you’ve never been in a limo before.”