Novels by Cecily von Ziegesar: Gossip Girl You Know You ... - Weebly
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oy’s white oxford shirt was frayed in the collar and cuffs, and<br />
through it, her purple lace bra was visible. On her feet was her<br />
favorite pair of brown lace-up boots, and her black stockings had a<br />
big hole behind one knee. Worst of all, she’d had to buy all new<br />
uniforms, since she’d thrown hers down the garbage chute when<br />
she’d gone away to boarding school. Her new uniform was what<br />
stuck out the most.<br />
The new uniforms were the plague of the sixth grade, which was the<br />
year Constance girls graduated from a tunic to a skirt. The new<br />
skirts were made out of polyester and had pleats that were<br />
unnaturally rigid. The material had a terrible, tacky sheen and came<br />
in a new color: maroon. It was hideous. And it was this maroon<br />
uniform that Serena had chosen to wear on her first day back at<br />
Constance. Plus, hers came all the way down to her knees! All of the<br />
other seniors were wearing the same old navy blue wool skirts<br />
they’d been wearing since sixth grade. They’d grown so much their<br />
skirts were extremely short. The shorter the skirt, the cooler the<br />
girl.<br />
Blair actually hadn’t grown that much, so she’d secretly had hers<br />
shortened.<br />
“What the fuck is she wearing, anyway?” Kati Farkas hissed.<br />
“Maybe she thinks the maroon looks like Prada or something,”<br />
Laura sniggered back.<br />
“I think she’s trying to make some kind of statement,” Isabel<br />
whispered. “Like, look at me, I’m Serena, I’m beautiful, I can wear<br />
whatever I want.”<br />
And she can, Blair thought. That was one of the things that always<br />
infuriated her about Serena. She looked good in anything.<br />
But never mind how Serena looked. What Jenny and every other<br />
person in the room wanted to know was: Why is she back?<br />
They craned their necks to see. Did she have a black eye? Was she<br />
pregnant? Did she look stoned? Did she have all her teeth? Was<br />
there anything different about her at all?<br />
“Is that a scar on her cheek?” Rain whispered.<br />
“She was knifed one night dealing drugs,” Kati whispered back. “I<br />
heard she had plastic surgery in Europe this summer, but they<br />
didn’t do a very good job.”<br />
Mrs. McLean was reading out loud now. Serena sat back in her chair,<br />
crossed her legs, and closed her eyes, basking in the old familiar<br />
feeling of sitting in this room full of girls, listening to Mrs. M’s voice.<br />
She didn’t know why she’d been so nervous that morning before<br />
school. She’d overslept and gotten dressed in five minutes, ripping<br />
a hole in her black stocking with a jagged toenail. She’d chosen her<br />
brother Erik’s frayed old shirt because it smelled like him. Erik had