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shaved　head；　wore　black　turtlenecks　every　day；

read　Tolstoy’s　War　and　Peace　over　and　over　like　it　was　the　Bible；

listened　to　Belle　and　Sebastian；　and　drank　unsweetened　black　tea。

She　had　no　friends　at　all　at　Constance；　and　lived　in　Williamsburg；

Brooklyn；　with　her　twenty…two…year…old　sister；　Ruby。　So　what　was

she　doing　at　a　tiny；　exclusive　private　girls’　school　on　the　Upper　East

Side　with　princesses　like　Blair　Waldorf？　It　was　a　question　Vanessa

asked　herself　every　day。

Vanessa’s　parents　were　older；　revolutionary　artists　who　lived　in　a

house　made　out　of　recycled　car　tires　in　Vermont。　When　she　turned

fifteen；　they　had　allowed　the　perpetually　unhappy　Vanessa　to　move

in　with　her　bass　guitarist　older　sister　in　Brooklyn。　But　they　wanted

to　be　sure　she　got　a　good；　safe；　high…school　education；　so　they

made　her　go　to　Constance。

Vanessa　hated　it；　but　she　never　said　anything　to　her　parents。　There

were　only　eight　months　left　until　graduation。　Eight　more　months

and　she　would　finally　escape　downtown　to　NYU。

Eight　more　months　of　bitchy　Blair　Waldorf；　and　even　worse；　Serena

van　der　Woodsen；　who　was　back　in　all　her　splendor。　Blair　Waldorf

looked　like　she　was　absolutely　orgasmic　over　the　return　of　her　best

friend。　In　fact；　the　whole　back　row　of　Film　Studies　was　atwitter；

passing　notes　tucked　into　the　sleeves　of　their　annoying　cashmere

sweaters。

Well；　fuck　them。　Vanessa　lifted　her　chin　and　went　on　with　her

presentation。　She　was　above　their　petty　bullshit。　Only　eight　more

months。

Perhaps　if　Vanessa　had　seen　the　note　Kati　Farkas　had　just　passed　to

Blair；　she　might　have　had　a　tad　more　sympathy　for　Serena。