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understood　what　they　were　about　to　do。　The　two　girls　smiled；　their　heads　drawing　nearer　and　
nearer　to　each　other；　as　if　in　slow　motion。　

？You　know　you　love　me；？　they　murmured　in　unison　before　their　lips　met　in　a　kiss。　

The　room　grew　noticeably　silent　as　everyone　stopped　what　they　were　doing　and　turned　to　stare；　
but　the　two　girls　kept　on　kissing。　Was　this　some　sort　of　gag；　everyone　wondered；　some　final　senior　
hoax？　

Maybe。　Or　maybe　not。　

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Disclaimer：　All　the　real　names　of　places；　people；　and　events　have　been　altered　or　abbreviated　to　
protect　the　innocent。　Namely；　me。　


　hey　people！　

Good　morning；　graduates！　

Didn？t　you　think　your　face　looked　a　wee　bit　different　this　morning？or　afternoon；　I　should　say；　
since　none　of　us　even　went　to　bed　until　this　morning？　Yesterday　was　sort　of　surreal；　but　yes；　it　
really　did　happen。　We　did　it；　and　now　we？redone　。　

The　days　are　short　and　the　nights　are　very；　very　long　

It？s　Tuesday　afternoon？almost　evening；　really？and　here　I　am　still　in　bed。　First　thing　I　did　when　I　
woke　up？　Tossed　my　graduation　outfit　in　the　back　of　my　closet　and　tossed　my　
never…to…be…worn…again　school　uniforms　down　my　building？s　garbage　chute。　I　then　thought　about　
making　plicated　plans　to　take　a　bunch　of　friends　out　to　the　beach　in　Sag　Harbor　in　my　
exquisite　new　European…import　car。　But　then　I　changed　my　mind。　There？s　absolutely　no　hurry。　We　
can　do　that　tomorrow；　or　the　next　day；　or　the　next。　So　I　ordered　up　breakfast　from　E。A。T。；　climbed　
back　into　bed；　and　here　I　am　still；　utterly　content。　I？m　going　to　stay　here　for　at　least　another　half　
hour？until　it？s　time　to　get　ready　to　go　out　again。　Forget　frolicking　in　the　sun　all　day？you　have　to　
get　up　early　for　that。　Summer　is　really　about　those　long；　long　nights　out！　

Yale　club　adopts　new　party　policy　

Twelve　hours　later　and　they？re　still　scraping　people　off　the　oriental　carpets　in　the　lounge　and　
tucking　them　into　cabs。　After　last　night？s　mix　of　topless　girls；　boys　in　human　pyramids；　girls　
making　out　with　girls；　boys　making　out　with　boys；　the　disappearance　of　the　Yale　flag　that　hangs　
over　the　club？s　front　door；　and　guests　plaining　about　the　insanely　loud　music　and　cigarette　
smoke；　the　club　simply　had　to　do　something。　From　now　on；　Yale　Club　members　are　wele　to　
throw　parties；　but　only　for　other　Yale　Club　members　and　their　families。　No　outside　guests　allowed。　
Sounds　like　a　certain　Yale…bound　threesome　had　better　stay　on　good　terms　if　they　ever　want　to　
have　any　fun　there　again。　

Looks　like　it？s　gonna　be　a　summer　of　love　

B＋S　

V＋D　

　D＋　himself　

　V＋　herself　

　S＋　herself　


J＋　some　random　but　hot　Czech　artist　who　doesn？t　speak　English　
N＋　himself　
B＋　LordM　？and　herself；　of　course　
But　that　just　raises　more　questions　
AreS　andB　friends　now；　or　lovers？　Does　that　mean　the　old　hot…tub　rumor　is　actually　true？　
WillN　survive　his　summer　of　hard　work　and　piety　in　the　Hamptons；　especially　withoutB　andS　？　
WillV　get　theBreakfast　at　Fred？s　cinematography　job？　How　will　she　tolerate　the　film？s　madman　

director？　

AreV　andD　actually　together　now？　If　so；　will　they　last　through　the　summer　and　beyond？　

WillD　learn　to　drive　his　vintage　Buick；　or　will　his　hands　be　too　sweaty　to　hold　the　wheel？　

WillB　really　go　to　England　to　visit　her　handsome　lord？　Will　she　e　back　wearing　a　crown？　

Will　she　e　back　at　all？　

WillS　make　Audrey　Hepburn　look　like　an　amateur？　More　importantly；　who　will　be　her　leading　
man？　

Will　we　still　hear　aboutJ　；　even　when　she？s　off　in　Europe？　And　what　about　when　she？s　at　
boarding　school？　？　

Undoubtedly；　you？ll　hear　everything　about　everyone。　I？ve　never　been　very　good　at　withholding　

information！

　Not　fade　away　

In　case　you？re　wondering：　I　may　have　just　graduated；　and　I　may　be　off　to　college　in　the　fall；　but　

I？m　definitely　not　going　to　burn　out　or　fade　away。　There？s　too　much　to　talk　about。　There　always　
will　be。？　

You　know　you　love　me。　

　gossip　girl　


S　has　rendered　party　school　totally　useless　

？So　just　drink　some　coffee　and　read　poetry　quietly　to　yourself；　okay；　Dad？？　Jenny　Humphrey　
pleaded　with　her　uncooperative　father；　Rufus；　as　they　stood　in　front　of　the　dapper　wrought…iron　
gates　of　Hanover　Academy；　just　outside　the　quaint　and　lovely　town　of　Hanover；　New　Hampshire。　
After　appearing　semiclothed　on　the　Internet　and　in　the　pages　of　various　fashion　magazines；　and　
colluding　with　post…college…age　rock　stars　in　their　suite　at　the　Plaza　Hotel；　Jenny　had　been　given　
an　ultimatum　by　Mrs。　McLean；　headmistress　of　Constance　Billard。　She　had　to　stop　making　
headlines　and　finish　up　her　freshman　year　at　Constance　behaving　like　the　demure　school　girl　she　
was　supposed　to　be　or　she？d　have　to　find　some　other　school　to　attend　in　the　fall。　Jenny　had　taken　
this　as　a　challenge　and　wound　up　spending　an　entire　weekend　with　the　Raves　in　the　lead　
guitarist？s　Bedford　Street　town　house。　She？d　even　recorded　a　song　with　them！　The　following　
Monday；　Mrs。　McLean　and　everyone　else　in　the　city　had　read　all　about　it　in　the　gossip　columns。　

Say　good…bye　to　Constance　Billard　and　hello　to　？boarding　school！　

Now　it　was　the　following　Monday　and　Jenny　had　taken　the　day　off　from　school　to　look　at　
Hanover；　the　famously　wild　and　crazy　boarding　school　of　her　dreams。　Hanover　was　where　party　
girl　extraordinaire　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　had　gone　for　two　years　before　getting　kicked　out　last　
October；　and　Jenny　imagined　that　Serena　had　never　been　replaced。　Well；　hereshe　was　to　replace　
her。　She　was　going　to　bring　Hanover　to　new　heights　of　infamy；　and　if；　for　some　reason？which　was　
hard　to　imagine？Hanover　didn？t　appeal　to　her；　or　worse；　didn？t　accept　her；　she　would　also　visit　the　
Croton　School。　Croton　was　only　an　hour　and　a　half　away　from　the　city；　in　Croton　Falls；　New　York；　
and　according　to　all　the　prep　school　guidebooks　Jenny　had　been　reading；　it　was　almost　as　wild　as　
Hanover。　

？I　might　get　a　haircut；　too；？　Rufus　replied；　sounding　chipper。　His　wiry　salt…and…pepper　hair　was　
pulled　back　into　a　straggly　ponytail　held　by　a　rainbow…colored　twist…tie　that　had　e　on　a　bag　of　
flaxseed　bagels　from　the　Whole　Foods　near　their　Upper　West　Side　apartment　building。　To　go　with　
his　fancy　hairstyle；　Rufus　was　wearing　a　red…and…white　checked　Western…style　snap…up…the…front　
short…sleeved　shirt；　heavy　brown　canvas　Carhartt　work　shorts；　and　scuffed　beige　suede　
Birkenstock　clogs　with　black　wool　socks。　

Nothing　like　the　country　to　bring　out　one？s　sense　of　fashion。　

？Oh。　Good。？　Jenny　tried　not　to　get　too　excited。　The　last　time　Rufus　had　gotten　his　hair　
cut？sometime　around　her　thirteenth　birthday？he　had　gone　to　a　Lower　East　Side　salon　popular　with　
drag　queens　and　gotten　bangs　with　purple　streaks　in　them。　？So；　I？ll　just　go　on　my　tour　and　meet　
you　at　that　place　in　town；？　she　added；　referring　to　the　bookstore　caf？　they？d　passed　on　the　way　
through　the　town　of　Hanover。　The　campus　was　a　mile…and…a…half　walk　from　town　along　a　nice　
tree…lined　path。　It　would　be　reassuring　to　have　that　distance　between　herself　and　Rufus；　in　case　he　
decided　to　start　a　political　movement　or　something　equally　insane　out　of　sheer　anxiety　at　having　to　
leave　the　city。　


？You　got　it！？　Rufus　pecked　her　on　the　cheek　with　his　grizzly　mouth　before　striding　down　the　path　
with　exaggerated　jauntiness。　？Don？t　do　anything　I　wouldn？t　do！？　he　called　out　behind　him。　

As　if　there　were　anything　he　wouldn？t　do。　

Jenny　tugged　on　the　pretty　jade　green　cap…sleeved　blouse　she？d　bought　at　Scoop　in　Soho　on　
Saturday。　It　was　Japanese　and　had　little　dragonflies　stenciled　all　over　it。　She？d　buttoned　it　up　all　
the　way　to　the　collar；　but　now　that　her　dad　was　on　his　way；　she　unbuttoned　the　top　two　buttons；　
revealing　her　most　surprising　assets？her　34　double…Ds。　

No　reason　the　boys　at　Hanover　shouldn？t　know　what　they　were　in　for。　

She　extracted　her　laminated　campus　map　from　her　
bought…on…the…street…outside…of…Bloomingdales…but…looked…just…like…Serena？s　imitation　Louis　
Vuitton　Calla　Lily　bag。　The　school？s　ivy…covered　old　brick　buildings　were　right　out　of　an　
Abercrombie　&　Fitch　catalog；　but　Jenny　was　disappointed　not　to　see　any　gorgeous；　half…naked；　
sun…dappled　boys　playing　Frisbee　out　on　the　lawns。　Riley；　the　girls？　dormitory　where　she？d　
arranged　to　meet　her　host；　was　on　the　other　side　of　the　parking　lot；　perched　on　top　of　a　grassy　
hillock。　It　was　a　gorgeous　summer　day；　and　the　air　smelled　like　fresh…cut　grass。　

？I　already　love　it　here；？　Jenny　whispered；　her　skin　tingling　with　excitement。　Her　whole　life　was　
about　to　change。　No　more　uniforms。　No　more　bitchy；　cliquey　girls　who　would　spend　hours　
dissecting　a　girl？s　choice　of　mauve　lip　gloss　over　pink。　No　more　being　known　only　for　her　
excellent　calligraphy；　her　overhyped　Internet　scandal；　or　her　supposedly　pornographic　photo　
shoots。　No　more　rumors；　no　more　scandal。　

Well；　maybe　that　was　taking　it　a　little　too　far。　There　was　nothing　wrong　with　a　little　scandal。　It　
was　just　that　at　a　boarding　school　like　Hanover；　the　bar　for　scandal　would　be　considerably　higher。　

Jenny？s　host；　Fiona　Castagnoli；　was　waiting　for　her　outside　the　door　to　Riley。　Fiona　looked　like　a　
forty…five…year…old　soccer　mom？short　and　pudgy；　in　a　coral…pink…and…white　striped　J。Crew　oxford　
shirt　tucked　into　stone…colored　L。L。　Bean　Bermuda　shorts。　Her　white　socks　were　folded　neatly　at　
the　ankle；　and　her　white…on…white　Reebok　sneakers　were　brand…spanking…new。　？Jennifer？？　she　
asked　eagerly；　her　supercurly；　tight　auburn　ponytail　bouncing　between　her　shoulder　blades。　？We　
have　to　hurry。　I？m　taking　you　to　study　hall　and　we？re　already　five　minutes　late！？　

Fiona　was　lugging　a　lime　green　Lands？　End　backpack　with　every　book　she　owned　in　it。　Jenny　
blinked　at　her。　When　she？d　thought　about　ing　to　visit　Hanover；　she？d　imagined　hanging　out　in　
a　dorm　room　with　chic　skinny　blond　girls；　drinking　vodka　gimlets　and　flirting　with　boys　smoking　
pipes；　their　school　neckties　flopping　loosely　against　their　tanned　bare　chests。　？If　you　have　lots　of　
work　to　do　I　could；　like；　hang　out　here　and　wait　for　you；？　she　offered。　

？Oh；　could　you？？　Fiona　cried。　She　seemed　immensely　relieved。　？You　see；　it？s　finals　week　next　
week；　and　I　have　forty…seven　Spanish　irregulars　to　study　and　thirteen　proofs　to　do　for　geometry。？　


Jenny　peered　inside　the　open　door。　A　few　girls　lounged　in　leather　armchairs　in　the　
crystal…chandeliered　mon　room　reading　magazines　and　listening　to　their　iPod　minis。　Jenny　
recognized　a　red…and…white　rose…patterned　Marc　Jacobs　top　on　one　of　them。　And　one　girl　was　
wearing　the　pair　of　gold　Belle　by　Sigerson　Morrison　flats　she？d　coveted　all　spring　but　had　never　
saved　up　enough　to　buy。　They　looked　exactly　like　the　types　of　girls　she　would　have　wanted　to　be　
friends　with。　All　that　was　missing　were　the　boys　with　the　pipes　and　the　vodka。　

？I？ll　stay　here；？　she　told　Fiona　firmly。　

？Okay。？　Fiona　hitched　her　ugly　green　backpack　up　on　her　shoulder。　？I？ll　e　back　and　get　you　
in；　like；　an　hour　and　ten。　We　can　get　bagels　in　the　caf？　and　I？ll　show　you　my　room。？　

Whoa；　sounds　like　a　party。　

Jenny　was　already　sure　she　was　never　going　to　see　Fiona　again　because　Fiona　was　going　to　get　so　
caught　up　in　her　irregular　verbs　or　whatever；　she？d　forget　all　about　how　she？d　left　Jenny　with　the　
coolest；　worst…behaved　girls　at　Hanover。　She　pulled　a　tube　of　Chanel　Stroppy　lip　gloss　out　of　her　
bag　and　smeared　some　on。　Then　she　stepped　inside　the　mon　room。　？Hi；？　she　announced　
shyly。　？I？m　Jennifer。　I？m　visiting　from　the　city？　I　go　to　Constance　Billard？you　know；　where　
Serena　van　der　Woodsen　went？？　She　knew　it　was　lame　to　mention　Serena　right　away；　but　she　
wanted　these　girls　to　know　that　she　was　cool；　that　she　was　one　of　them。　

One　girl　with　short　black　hair　and　beautifully　painted　Chanel　Vamp　toenails　glanced　her　way　but　
then　looked　quickly　away　again。　Other　than　that；　no　one　seemed　to　hear　what　she？d　said。　The　
wood　paneling　in　the　mon　room　gave　off　an　amber　glow；　and　the　oriental　carpet　beneath　
Jenny？s　feet　was　in　perfect　condition。