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Right after I slided out from my limousine, I think someone just slapped me when a horrible and unexplainable odour hit my nose.

I regretted I let my chauffeur go and left me here! In more specific words, I regretted being in here! As the unsanitized air continues to pollute my lungs that made me coughs.

"What I have done to deserve such fate."

Scanning the place from where I stand. I groaned, I felt my eyes rolls because of disappointments and mentally cursed the blondie with the named of Serena Van Der Woodsen by putting me in this isolated, unhealthy and uncivilized public school called North Shore High. I didn't know it was existing until now, but it wasn't the major issue here that I am currently facing.

I didn't know being purely worried to your only best friend can put you in this extent that I am Blair Waldorf the Queen of Constance from the upper east side would roam in the most dangerous and unsafest public schools just to find Serena! This is so obscured! Very novelty, but why didn't bring Chuck Bass here? Ugh! Forget it.

"These are the consequence of being an outstanding best friend ever for that blondie!"

As I made my way inside this undignified, unexisting and all the words with 'un' to describe the said facility. The sea of faces welcomed me with questioning eyes, scanning me from head to toe and some are gawking at me. Literally, they have no manners and decorum.

These are the things you can get once you entered in this half asylum and half prison ghostly colosseum. Why the government has no standards for building schools? Obviously, they have failed to turn individuals into someone dignified like me. God knows what kind of education this school can offer.

Maybe being unseen while distributing drugs or cocaine? Georgina would fit in here easily. My footsteps halted when a group of intoxicated and horny boys blocks my way to the principal office. Ugh! I am seeing minions of Dan Humphrey with all of them.

"Hi, there beautiful." The first guy said who smell like pork and cheese.

"I wish for you the same."

"You seem lost gorgeous. Let me help you?"

Added by the overconfident, let say a douche white guy wearing all unfashionable rip jeans that even the designer of the jeans would deny it.

"Be gone. That's the least all of you can do for me. And Gosh... Does anyone of you hear about Armani, Moschino, Gucci or even Versace? Seriously what kind of fashion are you portraying? Your great-grandparents? By one glance, I am sure Eleanor Waldorf will be put on her deathbed. Literally, you vanquish all the sense of fashion!"

Their faces are unreadable and before I even finished my statement the door on principal office opened. A black guy that seems to be the principal looked at me with questions, scanning me all over. Seriously, what's wrong with LV and Hermes?

I gave him my sweetest smile and a hand before I introduce myself. "Hi. My name is Blair Waldorf from Constance and I am looking for Serena Van der Woodsen, according to my liable sources, she is hiding in this hor... school." Geez. I need to mind my language here.

"Well, Hello Blair, I am principal Duvall and I am sorry I never heard the name of Serena Van Der Woodsen inside my school, but wait, did you just say Constance---"

"Probably she is using a different name. That sneaky girl ever!"

I didn't miss when his eyebrow raises, and the vibes around him suddenly changed. What happened to the 'I need to mind my language here Blair?'

"I don't think that kind or form of schemes, could slip in our thorough assessment Ms Waldorf"

"Oh, don't take it against you but that Serena, she always do whatever she wants. Anyways, to help you recognize her. Well, she is tall, stunning with a dashing fixed bright smile and a true eye-catching gorgeous hot blondie, every man fantasy. Ugh! Please, I hope it rings any bells, it so hard not to notice Serena at first glance and it hurts my throat by continuously praising her!"

"I-i really don't know who is Serena but I believed there were blonds that are--- Hey wait! Wait! Cady! Well, this is Cady Heron she will help you to find a blondie that suits to your given descriptions Ms Waldorf.

"But Mr Duvall, I am--" The red-haired girl has been silence when Mr Duvall looks at her straight. Seriously, how come that's scary?

"Now, I need to attend my meetings. Have a nice day ladies."

Ugh! He literally shoved me aside. I didn't know there still someone who could do such things to an innocent student like me. And he even put me in the custody of this clueless red-haired who has this jungle vibes all over her.

"Well, Cady, right? You know, I don't want to repeat myself and as the principal said, you should help me to find a blondie. So, Where to start?"

Cady seems to be taken aback or perhaps she is talking to herself, doubting? Well I can't blame her until it felt like an eternity when she clears her throat.

"That's the big problem. I just recently transferred a couple of weeks here. I don't think I am the right person to help you--"

"Geez! Good gracious isn't that a common thing we had, I just arrived here and you being transferred for a couple of weeks was enough to know everyone. Anyways, the blondie I am looking for is not hard to recognize since she... Well, yeah, an eye-catching hot blondie!" Why I always complimenting Serena?!

"Hey Cady, why took you so long girl-- Oh! Hi there! God Cady, who is this lolita together with Hermes and LV?"

I think my feet had its own mind to stay away from dangerous people such as the live action figure of Winnie the Pooh and an all gothic scarecrow with a weird haircut but since Winnie recognized Hermes and LV, he might be harmless despite being purely flamboyant gayest gay I ever saw in my entire life.

"Hi. The name is Blair and this Cady here is gonna help me to find my friend Serena, So if you excuse us we are in a hurry--"

"What?! But what happens to our plans for today cady? You know our plans for Regina?" I didn't miss when the gothic scarecrow whispered her last statement and I could hear the glint of mischief on her voice.

"Hey, I'm sorry guys, okay. It wasn't my fault it was Mr Duvall faults, he suddenly grabbed me out of nowhere"

"Gosh, enough okay, I am done withstanding the unsanitized air around and I don't want to endure any longer the uncoordinated sights in this school so please lets already find that blondie before I will lose my consciousness. God knows what kind of sedative the clinic could use."

"Sedative? I guess you mean ammonia lolita?"

"Duh, why would you think I want to wake up in this place again? I preferred sedative to calm my nerves to at least endure the sights before me"

"Where did you find this spawn of satan Cady." The huge Winnie moves away from me and scanning me once again.

"Well, I believe I am more than that Winnie."

"Who is Winnie?"

"Oh enough! I just need to find that blondie and am out of here!"

I gonna pulled cady when the all gothic scarecrow pulled again cady from me. Gosh! This person!

"If you're looking for a blondie that has the same sickening attitude like yours, I believe you're looking for Regina George."

"And where is this Regina George?" I rolled my eyes as I heard the name. Geez, Serena what kind of name is Regina George? Are you trying to follow 'G' in the boot camp for troubled girls? But wait, Regina? Was that the name the gothic girl mentioned a while ago?

"Oh, there she is, behind you." The big Winnie pointed out before I even blurted out my question.

As I turned around I saw three girls walking in the middle of the hallways while everyone stepped aside to make way for them. Just like when Moises cut the red sea. That's how cliche it was.

I can't help to stifle a laugh at the sight. Of course, this is high school Blair and the queen wannabes who don't have the slightest vibes of being a queen, except being a blondie are everywhere.

"You know gothic girl, I am describing a blonde with a high-class standard, not a second-rate self-absorbed copycat of Barbie doll who thinks everyone loves her but on the contrary, everyone hates her because she's acting like a glittering queen but totally she's not even a slightest."

Silence.

I can feel all eyes on me and their faces are like dead salmon while their jaw could meet the ground. Eeew. Did I say something wrong? Besides the facts?

Regina shoots daggers of glares at me as if it can silence me but duh, don't make me teach you how to do it correctly blondie. However, all of a sudden her face form a sweet smile as if nothing happens. 'What a plastic American blonde I got here.'

"I beg your pardon, I didn't know we have a new transferee here aside from the jungle girl and I guess the new girl is having trouble looking for her Barbie doll. Guess you're looking at the wrong hallways baby doll because nursery rhymes are forbidden here. Do you want me to check your diapers? Or do you want Mr Duvall to attach it for you"

"That's a fetch Regina."

Everyone laughs when the three girls start laughing. But when I start to approach the girls the laughter slowly died down. Regina smirked back at me while the two ladies beside her moved away.

'I could give a praise just a little by still standing in front of me. That's quite brave of her.'

"Looks like the baby doll is looking for a catfight. Too bad I don't want to taint my nail polish for a childish play. Did I hurt the baby's ego so bad and now the big baby doll is having her tantrums"

"Waldorf never puts down their standard, just to meet the level of unworthy spoiled American blonde. To be honest, I just wanna looked closely at how bad a botox could be when the operation went wrong. Gosh... What a shame."

Her blue eyes widen and instantly touched her face, now the crowds are laughing at the Barbie but before she got a chance to retort, my phone sounded.

"What?! Boarding school? I thought you said public school? Ugh! Okay fine I'll be there. Meet me outside." Gosh, why everyone is unreliable. Ugh!

I turned around to meet again the Barbie doll who bubbling something but I don't have time with her anymore.

"We're not done here!"

"Oh, hun we are."

I grabbed her bag and unceremoniously dropped it in front of her.

"What the--"

"Prada's last season is vintage, history, forgotten means moved on. Being second-rate self-observed barbie doll is way too much for a plate but having a second-rate Prada for last season ugh! It gave me so much headache and picking it up... That's a fetch Georgie."

The girl with weird huge bulky hair gasped and all three of them looked to each other, how pathetic is that.

"Now everyone au revior!"

Oh! Thank God I can finally leave this place. It just so weird and so funny, I keep saying God but I am not even a Catholic.

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