小说园

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Gossip　Girl

You　Know　You　Love　Me

All　I　Want　Is　Everything

Because　I？m　Worth　It

bbonds　with　j　over　breast　size

？Just　a　few　fries　and　some　ketchup；　please；？　Jenny　Humphrey　told　Irene；　the

one…hundred…year…old　bearded　lunch　lady　behind　the　counter　in　the　basement　cafeteria　of　the

Constance　Billard　School　for　Girls。　？Just　afew　；？　Jenny　repeated。　Today　was　the　first　day　of　peer

group；　and　Jenny　didn？t　want　her　senior　peer　group　leaders　to　think　she　was　a　total　pig。

Peer　group　was　a　new　program　the　school　was　trying　out。　Every　Monday　at　lunchtime　the

freshman　girls　were　to　meet　in　groups　of　five　with　two　senior　girls　to　discuss　peer　pressure；　body

image；　boys；　sex；　drugs；　alcohol；　and　any　other　issues　that　might　be　bothering　the　freshman　girls

or　that　the　two　senior　peer　group　leaders　deemed　important　enough　to　talk　about。　The　idea　was

that　if　the　older　girls　shared　their　experiences　with　the　younger　girls　and　started　a　sympathetic

dialogue；　the　younger　girls　would　make　informed　decisions　instead　of　stupid

high…school…career…damaging　mistakes　that　might　embarrass　their　parents　or　the　school。

With　its　beamed　ceiling；　mirrored　walls；　and　birchwood　modernist　tables　and　chairs；　the

Constance　Billard　School　cafeteria　looked　more　like　a　hot　new　restaurant　than　an　institutional

dining　room。　The　dingy　old　cafeteria　had　been　redone　last　summer　because　so　many　students　had

been　going　out　for　lunch　or　bringing　their　own　that　the　school　had　been　losing　money　on　wasted

food。　The　new　cafeteria　had　won　an　architectural　prize　for　its　appealing　design　and　high…tech

kitchen；　and　it　was　now　the　students？　favorite　in…school　hangout；　despite　the　fact　that　Irene　and　her

mean；　stingy；　grubby…fingernailed　old　cronies　were　still　the　ones　serving　the　food　from　the

cafeteria？s　updated；　nouvelle　American　menu。

Jenny　wove　her　way　through　the　clusters　of　girls　in　pleated　navy　blue；　gray；　or　maroon　wool

uniform　skirts；　picking　at　their　wasabi…smoked　tuna　burgers　and　Red　Bliss　pommes　frites　and

chatting　about　the　parties　they？d　been　to　this　past　weekend。　She　slid　her　stainless　steel　tray　onto

the　empty　round　table　that　had　been　reserved　for　peer　group　A　and　sat　down　with　her　back　to　the

mirrored　wall　so　she　wouldn？t　have　to　look　at　herself　while　she　ate。　She　couldn？t　wait　to　find　out

who　her　senior　peer　group　leaders　were　going　to　be。　Supposedly　the　petition　had　been　fierce；

since　being　a　leader　was　a　relatively　painless　way　of　showing　colleges　that　you　were　still　involved

in　school　activities　even　though　your　applications　were　already　in。　It　was　like　getting　extra　credit

for　eating　fries　and　talking　about　sex　for　fifty　minutes。

Who　wouldn？t　want　to　do　that？