Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly
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e a school free of cliques and prejudice of any sort. Her favorite<br />
saying was, “When you assume, you make an ass out of u and me.”<br />
The slightest slander of one girl <strong>by</strong> another was punished with a day<br />
in isolation and a seriously difficult essay assignment. But those<br />
punishments were a rare necessity. Mrs. M was blissfully ignorant of<br />
what really went on in the school. She certainly couldn’t hear the<br />
whispering going on in the very back of the auditorium, where the<br />
seniors sat.<br />
“I thought you said Serena was coming back today,” Rain<br />
Hoffstetter whispered to Isabel Coates.<br />
That morning, Blair and Kati and Isabel and Rain had all met on<br />
their usual stoop around the corner for cigarettes and coffee before<br />
school started. They had been doing the same thing every morning<br />
for two years, and they half expected Serena to join them. But<br />
school had started ten minutes ago, and Serena still hadn’t shown<br />
up.<br />
Blair couldn’t help feeling annoyed at Serena for creating even<br />
more mystery around her return than there already was. Her friends<br />
were practically squirming in their seats, eager to catch their first<br />
glimpse of Serena, as if she were some kind of celebrity.<br />
“She’s probably too drugged up to come to school today,” Isabel<br />
whispered back. “I swear, she spent like, an hour in the bathroom<br />
last night at Blair’s house. Who knows what she was doing in there.”<br />
“I heard she’s selling these pills with the letter S stamped on them.<br />
She’s completely addicted to them,” Kati told Rain.<br />
“Wait till you see her,” Isabel said. “She’s a total mess.”<br />
“Yeah,” Rain whispered back. “I heard she’d started some kind of<br />
voodoo cult up in New Hampshire.”<br />
Kati giggled. “I wonder if she’ll ask us to join.”<br />
“Hello?” said Isabel. “She can dance around naked with chickens all<br />
she wants, but I don’t want to be there. No way.”<br />
“Where can you get live chickens in the city, anyway?” Kati asked.<br />
“Gross,” Rain said.<br />
“Now, I’d like to begin <strong>by</strong> singing a hymn. If you would please rise<br />
and open up your hymnals to page forty-three,” Mrs. M instructed.<br />
Mrs. Weeds, the frizzy-haired hippie music teacher, began banging<br />
out the first few chords of the familiar hymn on the piano in the<br />
corner; then all seven hundred girls stood up and began to sing.<br />
Their voices floated down Ninety-third Street, where Serena van der<br />
Woodsen was just turning the corner, cursing herself for being late.<br />
She hadn’t woken up this early since her eleventh-grade final<br />
exams at Hanover last June, and she’d forgotten how badly it<br />
sucked.