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Gossip Girl

The Cullens move to the Upper East Side to start over. What will S and B have to say about this? XOXO Gossip Girl

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1. WTF?

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Good morning, Upper East Siders,

Welcome to another year full of my favorite nouns: drama, scandal, and dictatorship. There's a new family in town, and everyoneis talking. Six foster children? Can anyone else smell incense burning, or is that incest? There hasn't been something this scandalous since S returned from boarding school, only to be rejected by B. Speaking of our favorite duo, we don't think they will take too kindly to being overshadowed by these newcomers. B and S aren't ones to take things sitting down. And, as much as a BFF can make you go WTF, we think that they'll have something to say about this...Send me the latest dish. I'll be watching.

XOXO gossipgirl

"Who is that?" Blair Waldorf sneered at her best friend, Serena van der Woodsen as their cell phones buzzed in the latest gossip girl hit. Serena shook her head in awe. Six of the most beautiful people just walked in to the St. Jude's and Constance Billard combined courtyard. They walked with enviable beauty and grace. It was only the first day of school, but Blair could feel her distaste for them growing before they spoke one word to her. She smoothed her new Stella McCartney lace-panel skirt, knowing it looked immaculate already. Her Zac Posen carriage blouse fit her perfectly, too, and the multi-strapped Prada pumps gave her a dangerous edge. Her dark hair was lacking its usual headband, but still looked gorgeous from its fresh blow out. Serena's black sequined Dolce and Gabbana mini skirt with her Oscar de la Renta ankle boots showed off her long, tanned legs. Her white t shirt with capped sleeves was tucked in to her skirt; every girl at Constance coveted everything about Serena van der Woodsen. No matter what she wore, she looked perfect. Her golden hair waved down her back. They both sat at one of the many tables in the courtyard; seated across from Serena and Blair was Kati Farkas and Isabel Coates, two main girls of Blair's ‘merry band of psychos.'

There were three boys and three girls, all incredibly gorgeous. They all seated themselves at a table directly across from Blair and Serena's. They all looked extremely disinterested, almost bored. Serena couldn't help but wonder if they were all going to be horribly stuck up, the kind of people she hated, but invariably found herself surrounded by. She decided that later she would definitely go and talk to them, see if maybe they wanted to hang out sometime. She felt pity for them, moving to such a cliquey city.

Oh, S. You have no idea.

Bella POV

We sat at a table, close to the entrance of the courtyard. The courtyard was filled with girls in brightly colored tights, short skirts, preppy blouses, and headbands. Do they purposely coordinate their outfits, or is this the style here? I couldn't help but wonder. We all had bored expressions on our faces. Edward looked perfect in his St. Jude's uniform: khaki dress pants, yellow oxford shirt, and maroon striped tie. My discreet white blouse and navy blue skirt, shorter than I would prefer, looked nice and low key, exactly how I planned. I could still hear the obvious whispers, though, the rumors already being spread. I smiled.

"Emmett, apparently you and I are having an affair." I told him with a grin. He grinned back at me.

"I'm game if you are, baby." I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh, and I hear that we moved here because you had a child, who lives in France with the nanny, Alice. Oh, and Bella, you went to rehab." Emmett added. We all laughed at the ridiculous accusations. If only they knew our real secret, I thought wearily. We heard the warning bell, signaling that there was five minutes to get to your class. I stood up, feeling unnaturally stiff. The formal brick buildings of Constance Billard School for Girls and St. Jude's Academy for Boys were extremely formal looking. They were the type of buildings that looked like they had been built for a courthouse or bank in the 18th century. The courtyard and all the walkways leading towards the school were made of real cobblestones. The courtyard had potted plants and fancy, mahogany picnic tables. It all seemed excessively gaudy to me, but the girls here all seemed to indulge in the finer things in life.

Edward appeared next to me, holding his arm out to me.

"May I escort you to your next class?" He asked in a formal accent.

"I suppose." I said with a mischievous grin. I wrapped my arm around his waist and leaned against his shoulder. "I can't believe we have to spend all day apart." He nodded slowly with unwilling eyes. We walked quietly towards the archway that led out of the courtyard. This was where it separated in to St. Jude's and Constance. I looked up at Edward with agonized eyes, feeling almost panicked at the thought of having to leave him. He smiled sadly at me. He leaned down and kissed me once on the forehead.

"I will see you in exactly," he glanced at the large, antique looking clock that hung from the archway leading in to the courtyard. "Three and a half hours for lunch." I couldn't help but laugh in spite of myself. Three hours wasn't really that long, anyway.

"Bye." I murmured. He smiled.

"I will see you soon." He reminded me. He turned and walked away towards the St. Jude's part of the building. I concentrated very hard for a moment and forced my shield away from my mind, forbidding it from protecting me. I love you. I thought at him. I could almost hear him smile as he turned his head and winked at me. I laughed and smirked at my husband as he walked away. I turned on my three inch Manolos and walked towards Constance Billard's main building. I passed glaring girls and coveting boys as I walked gracefully up the stairs and in to the main office. We had obtained all of our necessary information the week prior, so I had my schedule and the school had my transcripts. Since it wasn't necessary to get anything from the front office I glided through the French doors that led in to the main girls hallway. I looked at my French manicured nails - it was a miracle in itself that I hadn't clawed the polish off already - and smiled. I looked just like the rest of the girls in my all designer outfit. I walked down the tiled floor, enjoying the melodic click-clacking of my heels, until I found my locker: number 119. I dialed the combination that I had written down on a sheet of paper, 12-34- 02. The lock popped open easily and I put my Birkin bag, full of my school supplies, in to the roomy locker. There was a built in mirror on the locker door that I couldn't help but catch a glance of myself in. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

I looked...intimidating...and beautiful. I smiled at my shock. I had become so used to being average that suddenly being superwoman was shocking. I retrieved my necessary notebooks from my bag and slammed my locker shut, only to turn to a group of five girls standing right behind me, grouped as though to keep me from running away. At the front of the group there was a stunning brunette. She had dark brown hair that was silky and perfectly wavy. She had a perfect, ski slope nose, and beautiful blue eyes. She had lips that were painted red in a menacing way. She looked threatening, even to me.

"Hi there, my name is Blair Waldorf." The girl said with false perkiness. I reached out to shake her hand cautiously. Her eyes never faltered from their helpful glare, daring anyone else to talk to interrupt what she had to say to me.

"Hi, I'm Bella, Bella Cullen; it's nice to meet you." I said with a tentative smile. She sized me up and raised one eyebrow.

"As head chair of the Academic Outreach Committee, it is my duty to offer assistance to anything you need. And, since I know it must be touch being new to this city, I was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with us, on the steps of the met?" Blair asked assertively. It didn't seem like saying no was really an option. I thought about it, but then I couldn't imagine not being able to see Edward for the brief, 35 minute period we had together.

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'm going to eat lunch with my family today. Maybe some other time?" I asked, not wanting to be rude. Blair's eyes narrowed.

"Of course. It was lovely to meet you...Bella." She looked back at her posse and gestured for them to move down the hallway. They followed her command like lost puppies. I decided it might be best for me to stay out of their way. I shook my head, utterly confused and made my way to Calculus, my least favorite subject. I opened the door and poked my head inside the classroom to find that it wasn't the correct room. I turned quickly to go find the correct classroom.

"Oh, hey, wait!" I heard a voice yell. I turned and opened the door a little wider. There was a stunning blonde girl sitting scribbling furiously on a sheet of paper. It looked as though she was taking notes. Her hair was long and perfect, almost identical to Rosalie's. Her dark blue eyes were piercing, but welcoming. "Oh, wow. You're one of the new kids, right? I'm Serena van der Woodsen; it's nice to meet you!" She seemed kind, and very energetic.

"I'm Bella Cullen. It's lovely to meet you, too." All these Upper East Side kids seemed to always say the perfect thing. They spoke with flawless articulation and had incredible vocabularies, so I figured I'd better start working on it.

"Could I help you find a class or something?" She asked thoughtfully.

"Actually, I'm looking for Calculus. Do you know where that is?" Her eyes brightened.

"That's where I'm headed. I was just finishing the homework; I didn't have time to do it last night, because I was at one of Blair's dinner parties." She rolled her eyes. She got up and walked out the classroom with her books, I followed.

"You know Blair?" I asked stupidly as I followed her. She laughed.

"Everyone knows Blair. But yes, she's my best friend." I couldn't help but feel shocked. "I know, but she's really amazing once you get to know her. She's just obsessed with being the queen of the high school. Social anarchy and all that." I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. She saw my confused expression and laughed again. Her laugh was contagious and I, too found myself laughing.

"I came from a very small school." I explained. She nodded.

"Yeah, well with shoes like those," she motioned to my Manolo Blahniks. "You'll learn quickly."