My name is Violet Evans, but everyone calls me Vi. My Father owns a hotel in New York City. In fact, I grew up there. I made friends with the "elite". Meaning Blair Waldorf, Serena Vanderwoodsen, Nate Archibald, and Chuck Bass. All they're families are rich.

We all just clicked. Nate/Chuck were best friends. Blair/Serena/Me were the three musketeers. Blair/Nate they both had secret crushes on each other. Chuck/Me were best friends, we knew everything about each other. In fact, we could spend nights at each others houses and no one would think much of it. We even had rooms for each other at our homes. Chuck and I loved to cause mischief. Blair, Nate, and Serena were big mischief makers too, but Chuck and I were the worst.

We would cause havoc all around the house, when our parents were gone. All five of us did. Our parents were always away on business trips, vacations, getting remarried, etc. We practically raised each other. Our parents were rarely around to spend time with us, so they just let us buy whatever our little hearts desired. We each got our first credit card when we were 8 years old. We could do whatever we wanted.

When we went to parties, banquets, etc. we could drink champagne, even though we were under age. Some of the elder adults looked at us at shock, since we were only around 12. But, they just shrugged it off, muttering to themselves. Old fools.

But, I was content with my life. My friends were my brothers or sisters, they were my family, they were my life, they were what made me… me. As you know, good things don't last for long.

It was this year when I got the letter. The letter was from my Mother. My father and her were divorced. She was living in Ipswich, Massachusetts, where she grew up with her sister. I would sometimes spend part of my summers down there with her. But, this summer I did not go.

The letter I received said I would spend every other month with her and the other months I would live with my Father. Which meant, I would not be attending to just one High School, but to two! That I would go back and forth to every month! How stupid is that crap!

I am currently 17 years old, (will be turning 18 in 4 months, YES!) which means I have to proceed with my Mother's wishes because I am still a minor. Damnit! Which also means I have to leave my friends here behind. And that's just what I can't bear the most.

So, here I am in a town car driving to my Aunt's house, who my Mother is staying with. Apparently, I am going to attend Spencer Academy. Where my stupid Son of Ipsbitch cousin of mine goes to. Joy! Please note the sarcasm.