012 : nobody breaks my heart

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JFK INTERNATIONAL, NY.
( welcome back, de haan! )






"ms. de haan! ms. bergman!"




the 2 girls turned around
after hearing their last names,
suitcases in their arms.




they'd just gotten back from
their 2 week trip in france & both
felt drastically different.




as we know, things move faster
than normal in the upper east side- so shall
i fill you in??




karima de haan was finally 16;
"the baby" of the group was no longer her title.




the new age itself came with
some new challenges. 1.) she hasn't
talked to aki-or anyone in the
group for that matter- in a week and
a half. 2.) gossip girl tagged her
in countless posts while she was
on her getaway.




to distract her from these
challenges, she decided to throw a
halloween party with only her
closest friends invited.




oh who am i kidding, "her
closest friends" meaning the entirety of
new york city.




"rosé! i'm so glad to be
back" karima cheered, throwing her
arms around the maid that
practically raised her.




the butlers that
accompanied rosé took karima's
bags out of her hand, letting
the girl take her first breath back.




"POUSSIÉRE" by laura cahen
played quietly through her headphones
as the girls and their help
walked to the black escalade.




"i'll see you at the party laney,
love you!"




karima & mirlandé kissed
their goodbyes to one another before
hopping into different cars.




they would have taken the
same one, but mirlandé knew where
karima's first destination
would be.





"home, i suppose?" the chauffeur
questioned, "actually no. take me to the constance billard, i'd like
to see my friends first" she answered.




the ride was as silent as
ever, just her humming to her playlist
was audible.




they finally pulled up to
the familiar school building she was
oh so familiar with.




"see you at 4 bobby!" she shouted
as he drove away.




her sudden shout caused
all eyes to go on her, as if they
weren't already.




she checked the watch
on her arm. "fuck it's lunchtime" the
girl cursed to herself.




she slowly turned around to
walk up the steps, focusing on her feet
to make sure she wouldn't slip.




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