few。 The first school had turned out to have a strict disciplinary code and had been too boring for
words。 Within minutes of getting to the second school； on the other hand； she？d been offered
Ecstasy and had taken her top off。 But just like the third bed for Goldilocks； the third school that
Jenny had tested； Waverly； was just right。
Well； to tell the truth； she hadn？t actually visited Waverly？she？d run out of time； applied way
past the deadline； and taken some creative liberties with her application？but she？d looked at
thousands of pictures online and memorized all the building names and campus maps。 She was
certain it would be perfect。
？I used to go to Waverly？s rival；？ the boy said； pulling a book out of his bag。 ？St。 Lucius。 Our
school hated your school。？
？Oh；？ Jenny replied quietly； sinking into her seat。
？I？m kidding。？ He smiled and turned back to his book。 Jenny noticed it was Henry
Miller？sTropic of Cancer ； one of her dad？s favorites。 According to Rufus； it had been banned
because it was too right…on in its vicious social mentary about love and sex in New York City。
Hello； sex scenes。 Jenny felt her cheeks growing pink。
Then she realized： she was acting like her old； unsophisticated self。 And one thing was for sure：
Old Jenny obviously wasn？t working for her。
Jenny studied the boy carefully。 She didn？t know him and would probably never see him again；
so why did she care what he thought of her？ At Waverly； Jenny was going to be stunning； amazing
New Jenny； the girl who belonged at the center of everything。
So why not bee New Jenny startingright now？
Mustering up her courage； she uncrossed her arms to reveal her rather large double…D chest；
which seemed even bigger； since she was barely five feet tall； and sat up straight。 ？So； um； any
good parts in that book？？
The boy looked puzzled； his eyes darting back and forth from Jenny？s innocent face to her chest
to the worn paperback？s cover。 Finally； he wrinkled his nose and answered； ？Maybe。？
？Will you read some to me？？
The boy licked his lips。 ？Okay。 But only if you read me a line from that book you？ve got there
first。？ He tapped the maroon cover of her belovedWaverly Academy Guide to Ethics。
？Sure。？ Jenny opened the rule book。 She？d received it a few weeks ago and had devoured it
cover to cover。 She loved its plush leather binding； its creamy paper stock； and the nursery…rhymey；
slightly condescending； slightly British style in which it was written。 It sounded so wonderfully
proper and upscale； and Jenny was sure that by the time she？d even spent a few weeks at Waverly；
she？d be as polished； graceful； and perfect as Amanda Hearst； the young socialite； or the late
Carolyn Bessette Kennedy。
She cleared her throat。 ？Here？s a good one。 ？Waverly Owls may not dance in a sexually
suggestive manner in public。？？ She laughed。 Did that mean they could dance in a sexually
suggestive manner inprivate？
？Do they really refer to you as Waverly Owls？？ The boy leaned over to look at the page。 He
smelled like Ivory soap。
？Yes！？ As she said it； Jenny grinned。 She； Jenny Humphrey； was going to be a Waverly Owl！
She turned the page。 ？？Waverly Owls are not permitted sexual intimacy。 A Waverly Owl must not
engage in activities that might be dangerous； such as jumping off the Richards Bridge。 A Waverly
Owl does not wear spaghetti straps or miniskirts above midthigh。？？
The boy snickered。 ？When they？re talking about a girl； shouldn？t it be an Owlette？？
Jenny slammed the book shut。 ？Okay。 Now it？s your turn。？
？Well； I just started； so I？ll read from the beginning。？ The boy smirked and opened to the first
page。 ？？From the very beginning； I have trained myself not to want anything too badly。？？
Funny； Jenny thought。 She had the opposite problem？she wanted everythingway too badly。
？？I was corrupt；？？ he continued。 ？？Corrupt from the start。？？
？I？m corrupt！？ Jenny blurted out。 ？But not from the start。？
Old Jenny couldn？t believe what New Jenny was saying。
？Yeah？？ He closed the book。 ？I？m Sam； by the way。？
？Jenny。？ She looked down to see if Sam wanted her to shake his hand； but it was still wedged
under his leg。 They both smiled awkwardly。
？So； does your corruptness have anything to do with why you？re leaving New York for boarding
school？？ Sam asked。
？Maybe。？ Jenny shrugged； trying to be coy and mysterious at the same time。
？Spill。？
She let out a sigh。 She could admit the truth； butEverybody thought I was sleeping with all the
guys in this band； and I didn？t deny it sounded kind of slutty。 Definitely not mysterious or chic。 So
instead she decided to take some creative liberties。 ？Well； I was in a sort of risqu？ fashion show。？
Sam？s eyes glittered with interest。 ？What do you mean？？
She thought for a moment。 ？Well； for one look； I just had this bra…and…underwear set on。 And
heels。 I guess it was a little too much for some people。？
This wasn？t entirely a lie。 Jennyhad modeled last year？for a Les Best spread inW magazine。
Clothed。 But clothes didn？t seem too interesting at the moment。
？Really？？ Sam cleared his throat and readjusted his glasses。 ？Have you heard of Tinsley
Carmichael？ You should know her。？
？Who？？
？Tinsley Carmichael。 She goes to Waverly。 I go to Bard now； but I met her a couple times at
parties last year。？ She came to school in her own seaplane。 But someone told me she decided to
leave Waverly because Wes Anderson offered her the lead in his next movie。？
Jenny shrugged； feeling strangely petitive with？and a wee bit excited about？this Tinsley girl。
She sounded like the ideal New Jenny。
The exhausted…looking train conductor stomped down the aisle and grabbed the ticket off the top
of her seat。 ？Rhinecliff； next。？
？Oh。 This is me。？ Jenny took a deep breath。 It was really happening！ She looked out the window；
expecting to see something truly magical； but saw only lush green trees； a wide field； and
telephone poles。 Still； trees！ A field！ The only field in Manhattan was Sheep Meadow in Central
Park； and it was always filled with drug dealers and really skinny half…naked girls sunbathing。
She stood and reached for her red and white polka…dotted soft…shell LeSportsac bag and the
old…school brown Samsonite suitcase she？d borrowed from her dad。 It had a bigHUGS NOT
BOMBS sticker next to the handles。 Not very New Jenny。 As she struggled to bring the case to the
ground； Sam stood to help her； pulling it effortlessly off the rack。
？Thanks；？ she said； blushing。
？No problem。？ He pushed the hair out of his eyes。 ？So； do I get to see pictures of you at ？ at the
fashion show？？
？If you search online；？ Jenny lied。 She stared out the window and saw； across a field； an old
rooster weathervane on the top of a large； faded farmhouse。 ？The designer？s name is； um；
Rooster。？
？Never heard of him。？
？He？s kind of obscure；？ Jenny answered quickly； noting that the polished； pink Polo wearing boy
sitting behind them was definitely listening to their conversation。 Jenny tried to see what he was
typing on his BlackBerry； but he covered the screen when he noticed her watching him。
？You ？ you should e to Bard sometime；？ Sam continued。 ？We have some killer parties。 Great
DJs and stuff。？
？Okay；？ Jenny replied over her shoulder； raising her eyebrows just a touch。 ？Although； you know；
a Waverly Owl isn？t allowed to dance in a sexually suggestive manner。？
？I won？t tell on you；？ he answered； not taking his eyes off her chest。
？？Bye； Sam；？ Jenny waved； using her most flirty； musical voice。 She stepped off the train onto
the platform and sucked in a deep breath of fresh country air。Whoa 。
New Jenny would take a little getting used to！
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Contents
Be sure to read all the novels in the #1
Gossip Girl novels by Cecily von Ziegesar
Epigraph
Gossipgirl
where the girls all go
he？s e undone
V？s first love note of the day
D is mr。 popularity
S has rendered party school totally useless
D and V have d？j？ vu ？ all over again
you can take the girl out of 212； but you can？t take the 212 out of the girl
S demonstrates how to be naughty and nice
N？s new drug of choice
a funny thing happened at the yale club
what boarding schoolers do when they？re bored
V experiments with double happiness
D chooses real sex over sex poems
who？s that boy？
guess who？s bonking in bergdorf？s？
see B die and go to heaven
objects reflected in mirror are closer than they appear
be still her cheating heart
guess who？s ing to breakfast at fred？s？
S gets to say her lines twice
boys will be boys and girls will be girls
D writes another ode
who can resist an artistic page six girl？
cheating for old times？ sake
too many boys； too many choices； too little time
pomp and circumstance
oh； the places you？ll go！？not
D could use a little more love
A reads V like a book
who？s that girl？
some would argue that her last name begins with w
her heart is on some other boy？s sleeve
will J resort to homeschooling？
it was the best of times； it was the worst of times
nothing can keep us together
remind me how much i love you
N？s trail of tears
J considers losing it before boarding school
what you choose not to hear can？t hurt you
D rethinks his summer plans
sex； drugs； and rock？n？roll
nothing like a little mystery
you know you love me
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