boring pared to the parts they play or the songs they sing。 There？s nothing boring about me or
my friends； and the more I tell you about us； the more you？re going to want to know。 I？ve kept
quiet until now； but something has happened and I just can？t stay quiet about it。 。 。 。
the greatest story ever told
We learned in our first eleventh…grade creative writing class this week that most great stories
begin in one of the following fashions： someone mysteriously disappears or a stranger es to
town。 The story I？m about to tell is of the ？someone mysteriously disappears？ variety。
To be specific；S isgone。
In order to unravel the mystery of why she？s left and where she？s gone； I？m going to have to
backtrack to last winter？the winter of our sophomore year？when the La Mer skin cream hit the fan
and our pretty pink rose…scented bubble burst。 It all started with three inseparable； perfectly
innocent； ？ber…gorgeous fifteen…year…olds。 Well； they？re sixteen now； and let？s just say that two of
them arenot that innocent。
If anyone is going to tell this tale it has to be me； because I was at the scene of every crime。 So
sit back while I unravel the past and reveal everyone？s secrets； because I know everything； and
what I don？t know I？ll invent； elaborately。
Admit it： you？re already falling for me。
Love you too 。 。 。
gossip girl
the best stories begin with one boy and two girls
？Truce！？ Serena van der Woodsen screamed as Nate Archibald body…checked her into a
three…foot…high drift of powdery white snow。 Cold and wet； it tunneled into her ears and down her
pants。 Nate dove on top of her； all five…foot eleven inches of his perfect； golden…brown…haired；
glittering…green…eyed； fifteen…year…old boyness。 Nate smelled like Downy and the Kiehl？s
sandalwood soap the maid stocked his bathroom with。 Serena just lay there； trying to breathe with
him on top of her。 ？My scalp is cold；？ she pleaded； getting a mouthful of Nate？s snow…dampened；
godlike curls as she spoke。
Nate sighed reluctantly； as if he could have spent all day outside in the frigid February meat
locker that was the back garden of his family？s Eighty…second…Street…just…off…Park…Avenue
Manhattan town house。 He rolled onto his back and wriggled like Serena？s long…dead golden
retriever； Guppy； when she used to let him loose on the green grass of the Great Lawn in Central
Park。 Then he stood up； awkwardly dusting off the seat of his neatly pressed Brooks Brothers
khakis。 It was Saturday； but he still wore the same clothes he wore every weekday as a sophomore
at the St。 Jude？s School for Boys over on East End Avenue。 It was the unofficial Prince of the
Upper East Side uniform； the same uniform he and his classmates had been wearing since they？d
started nursery school together at Park Avenue Presbyterian。
Nate held out his hand to help Serena to her feet。 She frowned cautiously up at him； worried that
he was only faking her out and was about to tackle her again。 ？I really am cold。？ He flapped his
hand at her impatiently。 ？I know。 e on。？ She snorted； pretended to pick her nose and wipe it
on the seat of her snow…soaked dark denim Earl jeans； then grabbed his hand with her faux…snotty
one。 ？Thanks； pal。？ She staggered to her feet。 ？You？re a real chum。？ Nate led the way inside。 The
backs of his pant legs were damp and she could see the outline of his tighty…whiteys。 Really； how
gay of him！ He held the glass…paned French doors open and stood aside to let her pass。 Serena
kicked off her baby blue Uggs and scuffed her bare； Urban Decay Piggy Bank…pink…toenailed feet
down the long hall to the stately town house？s enormous； barely used all…white Italian Modern
kitchen。 Nate？s father was a former sea captain…turned…banker； and his mother was a French
society hostess。 They were basically never home； and when theywere home； they were at the
opera。
？Are you hungry？？ Nate asked； following her。 ？I？m so sick of takeout。 My parents have been in
Venezuela or Santa Domingo or wherever they go in February for like two weeks； and I？ve been
eating burritos； pizza； or sushi every freaking night。 I asked Regina to buy ham； Swiss； Pepperidge
Farm white bread； Grammy Smith apples； and peanut butter。 All I want is the food I ate in
kindergarten。？ He tugged anxiously on his wavy； golden brown hair。 ？Maybe I？m going through
some sort of midlife crisis or something。？ Like his life is so stressful？
？It？s GrannySmith； silly；？ Serena informed him fondly。 She opened a glossy white cupboard and
found an unopened box of cinnamon…and…brown…sugar Pop…Tarts。 Ripping open the box； she
removed one of the packets from inside； tore it open with her neat； white teeth； and pulled out a
thickly frosted pastry。 She sucked on the Pop…Tart？s sweet； crumbly corner and hopped up on the
counter； kicking the cupboards below with her size…eight…and…a…half feet。 Pop…Tarts at Nate？s。
She？d been having them there since she was five years old。 And now 。 。 。 and now 。 。 。
Serena sighed heavily。 ？Mom and Dad want me to go to boarding school next year；？ she
announced； her enormous； almost navy blue eyes growing huge and glassy as they welled up with
unexpected tears。 Go away to boarding school and leave Nate？ It hurt too much to even think
about。
Nate flinched as if he？d been slapped in the face by an invisible hand。 He grabbed the other
Pop…Tart from out of the packet and hopped up on the counter next to Serena。 ？No way；？ he
responded decisively。 She couldn？t leave。 He wouldn？t allow it。
？They want to travel more；？ Serena explained。 The pink； perfect curve of her lower lip trembled
dangerously。 ？If I？m home； they feel like they need to be home more。 Like I want them around？
Anyway； they？ve arranged for me to meet some of the deans of admissions and stuff。 It？s like I
have no choice。？ Nate scooted over a few inches and put his arm around her。 ？The city is going to
suck if you？re not here；？ he told her earnestly。 ？You can？t go。？ Serena took a deep shuddering
breath and rested her pale blond head on his shoulder。 ？I love you；？ she murmured； closing her
delicate eyelids。 Their bodies were so close the entire Nate…side of her hummed。 If she turned her
head and tilted her chin just so； she could have easily kissed his warm； lovely neck。 And she
wanted to。 She was actually dying to； because she really did love him； with all her heart。
She did？ Hello？ Since when？！
Maybe since ballroom…dancing school way back in fourth grade。 She was tall for her age； and
Nate was always such a gentleman about her lack of rhythm and the way she stepped on his
insteps and jutted her bony elbows into his sides。 He？d finesse it by grabbing her hand and
spinning her around so that the skirt of her puffy； oyster…colored satin tea…length Bonpoint dress
twirled out magnificently。 Their teacher； Mrs。 Jaffe； who had long blue hair that she kept in place
with a pearl…adorned black hairnet； worshipped Nate。 So did Serena？s best friend； Blair Waldorf。
And so did Serena？she just hadn？t realized it until now。 Serena shuddered and her perfect skin
broke out in a rash of goose bumps。 H