This is my first story on Great Writing and I hope people will enjoy reading it.

It loosely based off Gossip Girl.

Spotted: B hugging unknown brunette. Better watch out C – you’ve got competition.

A scream pierced the crisp early morning of the Upper East Side; Catalina was not especially happy that morning.  Catalina Valeria Kemp stood at 5’4” and had straight, sleek honey coloured hair that never ceased to stop shining, her eyes were baby blue – one would say she had typical cheerleader qualities.  It was as if she has stepped straight out of a Vogue magazine; which is not surprising considering who her parents were.  Her father was Marcus Bruno Kemp, owner of Kemp Industries – he was well known for his never-ending talks on all things motors, it was really quite amusing.  His dark, mysterious looks made him a hit with all the women but it seemed that Catalina’s mother beat them all to him.  Her mother was none other than Valeria Maricela Kemp, commonly known as Maricela Simon, who was better known for her recurring role in the hit TV series “When the Going Gets Tough”.  Her Latina features made heads turn when she walked down the street and caused men to have to rub their eyes to make sure they weren’t dreaming.  They were a beautiful family really – the model family in fact. It seemed everyone who lives on the Upper East Side seemed to want to be them. The girls were jealous of Catalina for she had the most attention from the boys, the men seemed to strive to be a successful businessman like Marcus and all the women just simply wanted to have Valeria’s warm personality and good looks.  It seemed this family had everything going for them especially since Catalina started going out with Brandon Efrain Mcdowell.

However, at this particular moment it seemed they were not going out as Catalina clutched onto her T-Mobile Sidekick LX so hard that if anyone were to pass by they would think that it was about to break in a million pieces.  Suddenly the door to her bedroom slammed open and she was startled back to reality,

“Miss Catalina, what happened? Did something go wrong? Are you okay?” her maid, Flora was her name, came bustling in her hands waving about frantically and generally acting like a mother hen.  Flora had been her maid from the moment she was born; it seemed she was more of a mother than her own mother for she was always there.  She was the one who was there for a ballet recital when she 10 years old, the one who would pick her up when she down, the one who made the best chicken soup in the world and the one who actually gave damn if she ever came back late.  It’s not that Catalina didn’t mind Flora always being there for her but once in a while she wished that maybe one day her parents would be there for her.  Catalina turned around very slowly and pinned Flora with a deathly glare,

“What happened?” Catalina hissed, Flora instinctively backed away – she did not like it when Catalina became angry, she had a tendency to start throwing things at the person nearest her, “WHAT HAPPENED? I’ll tell you what happened – I found a picture of my boyfriend hugging someone who WASN’T me!” Catalina picked up her pink hairbrush and threw it wildly, barely missing Flora’s frightened face.  She flipped open her phone and shoved it in Flora’s face showing her the offending picture.  Flora gasped and placed her hands over her mouth,

“I’m sure it’s nothing Miss Catalina,” Flora said, schooling her features into a neutral expression, “Maybe you should talk to him?” she offered before stepping out of the bedroom.  If Catalina noticed that Flora looked shifty then she had dismissed it for she was to busy looking for her favourite pair of shoes.

Deanna Wood stopped in her tracks as she stared down at the words on the screen of her cell phone.  Her curly brunette hair threatened to spill out of the clasp as she shook her shoulders in an up-down motion and silent laughter escaping from her lips.  This is too good, she thought,

D, C has been seen shouting at your lover-boy. Seems like there’s trouble in paradise. G x

Lover-boy?  Brandon was hardly a lover-boy!  Sure he had typical male model looks but he wasn’t striking – not as striking as a certain someone.  Deanna’s face went temporarily off to dream land as she felt her feet start walking to her school, Birth Wathen Lenox School.  It was one of the many private high schools in Manhattan but considered the best of the best.  Her dad, Denis Wood – all round handy man, had scraped every little bit of money he had to send her there because he wanted her to get the best possible education as he never had the chance to get one himself.  It’s alright for some, she thought bitterly, they can pay for their grades where as I have to work extra hard.

“Hey Dee!” Deanna’s heart fluttered as she recognised that voice.  West Nicholson was a smart kid – smartest in his class, actually.  He had shaggy black hair that came just past his jaw line and midnight black eyes that held a slight mysterious quality.  He was just over six feet so he loomed over her but not in an intimidating way,

“West! Hey,” Deanna said, hoping that she sounded casual as she surreptitiously tried to make her hair look a tad bit better.  West grinned at her showing off a perfect set of white teeth,

“How’s it going?” Great, now that you’re here! Deanna wanted to say but she just replied with a simple,

“Cool,”

“Well, I gotta roll. Maybe see you at lunch?” he asked before setting off.  Deanna squealed inside afraid that if she were to squeal out loud she would scare the little kids she saw walking to school.  Deanna was indeed a happy bunny.  Bzzz, bzzz.

Hey Dee. I need someone to talk to! Catalina is doing my head in. Our usual spot in the park? Brandon.

Deanna let out a huff of air and began her text back.  She knew that this talk would be a long one for sure.