In the ninth grade, I was a freshman gossip girl. After just rewatching and finishing the entire series for the fifth time it dawned on me. Naturally, the memories are hazy because it was after all, ninth grade. But yes, I was a paper gossip girl. I had a notebook and it worked because at the time, I was a Dan Humphrey. I may have lived in a suburban house that was worth a lot, but I had nothing on the girls/boys that lived even further north in mansions with property. I didn’t eat lunch with these kids or even really talk to them much, I mean I didn’t even get invited to the parties for a while. But wow (sorry I’m piecing this together as I write), Mariah K was my Serena. Obviously not in a romantic way or whatever, but she was my in, my connection to that world. She was the prettiest girl, had boobs, and was dating (at the time) the hottest guy in our grade and for some reason she wanted to be friends with me. And then soon her boyfriend Alex was talking to me, and so were a few others. I mean by the time I was in twelfth grade, I knew stuff about people without even wanting to. I mean i stopped my writing it down habit after ninth grade ended, but if I had continued it would’ve been insane. By twelfth grade I had a solid group of friends, and I could’ve easily made some minions out of them. In four years I went from Dan Humphrey to my beginnings of being Blair Waldorf.
I didn’t even have anyone from my elementary school with me, and though the size of a private school, I definitely wasn’t a rich bitch back then. I was literally up against groups of kids that had been together since pre-k, and like Dan Humphrey, I wrote myself in.
I made friends with a couple of girls before the groupings started and a few managed to look passed my inexcusable social status and stayed friends with me. They were also my sources. The most vivid memory I have is sitting in a grade nine religion class and taking notes - on the social lives of others. Friends would tell me what they knew and I would keep track. Everything from breakups to cheatings to getting together, to hooking up at parties, and who got drunk (at age 14 pls). Much like the upper east side, their world was one my parents never expected me to find. My parents were like the Rufus Humphrey’s of the world - always sticking to the truth and doing what was right.
But I knew everything about everyone, and now that I think about it, if I was as set in my emotionally manipulative ways, I could’ve done so much damage and gained a lot of power over so many just at barely 5ft and under 70 pounds.
Maybe I could even do it again
My review of Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Such a good review, god bless talented writers