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Right after I slided out from my limousine, I think someone just slapped me when a horrible and unexplainable odour hit my nose.
I regretted I let my chauffeur go and left me here! In more specific words, I regretted being in here! As the unsanitized air continues to pollute my lungs that made me coughs.
"What I have done to deserve such fate."
Scanning the place from where I stand. I groaned, I felt my eyes rolls because of disappointments and mentally cursed the blondie with the named of Serena Van Der Woodsen by putting me in this isolated, unhealthy and uncivilized public school called North Shore High. I didn't know it was existing until now, but it wasn't the major issue here that I am currently facing.
I didn't know being purely worried to your only best friend can put you in this extent that I am Blair Waldorf the Queen of Constance from the upper east side would roam in the most dangerous and unsafest public schools just to find Serena! This is so obscured! Very novelty, but why didn't bring Chuck Bass here? Ugh! Forget it.
"These are the consequence of being an outstanding best friend ever for that blondie!"
As I made my way inside this undignified, unexisting and all the words with 'un' to describe the said facility. The sea of faces welcomed me with questioning eyes, scanning me from head to toe and some are gawking at me. Literally, they have no manners and decorum.
These are the things you can get once you entered in this half asylum and half prison ghostly colosseum. Why the government has no standards for building schools? Obviously, they have failed to turn individuals into someone dignified like me. God knows what kind of education this school can offer.
Maybe being unseen while distributing drugs or cocaine? Georgina would fit in here easily. My footsteps halted when a group of intoxicated and horny boys blocks my way to the principal office. Ugh! I am seeing minions of Dan Humphrey with all of them.
"Hi, there beautiful." The first guy said who smell like pork and cheese.
"I wish for you the same."
"You seem lost gorgeous. Let me help you?"
Added by the overconfident, let say a douche white guy wearing all unfashionable rip jeans that even the designer of the jeans would deny it.
"Be gone. That's the least all of you can do for me. And Gosh... Does anyone of you hear about Armani, Moschino, Gucci or even Versace? Seriously what kind of fashion are you portraying? Your great-grandparents? By one glance, I am sure Eleanor Waldorf will be put on her deathbed. Literally, you vanquish all the sense of fashion!"
Their faces are unreadable and before I even finished my statement the door on principal office opened. A black guy that seems to be the principal looked at me with questions, scanning me all over. Seriously, what's wrong with LV and Hermes?
