"Hello, Upper East Siders... Gossip Girl here."
Summer in Manhattan is always full of promises.
New romances.
Old grudges.
Expensive mistakes made by people who can afford to fix them.
But September?
September is when everyone comes home.
The heirs return to their schools.
The families return to their routines.
And the secrets they spent three months trying to bury?
Well...
those always find their way back to the surface.
Because the next generation of Manhattan's elite has arrived.
The children of legends.
The names everyone knows.
The families everyone watches.
The Basses.
The Archibalds.
The Sinclairs.
The Moreaus.
They inherited the money.
They inherited the power.
But what they don't know yet?
They also inherited the consequences.
So welcome back, Upper East Siders.
A new year has begun.
And I'll be watching.
XOXO, Gossip Girl.
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I had always thought the first day back at Constance Billard was a little like walking into a courtroom.
Everyone had already formed their opinions before you even arrived.
Your outfit was evidence.
Your family name was evidence.
Your friendships were evidence.
And one wrong move?
That became the headline.
I stepped out of the car in front of the school and immediately heard the familiar sound of conversations lowering.
Not stopping.
Just lowering.
People didn't go silent around me anymore.
They had learned that obvious reactions were embarrassing.
But I noticed.
I always noticed.
That was something my father taught me.
Pay attention to the room before you enter it.
Know who is watching.
Know why.
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CAMILLE LAURENT BASS
Sixteen years old.
Junior at Constance Billard.
Daughter of Blair Waldorf Bass and Chuck Bass.
A name that carried more history than most people could understand.
People loved to talk about what it meant to be a Bass.
They imagined the luxury.
The penthouses.
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