gossip girl 8 英文- 第26部分

Vanessa　hopped　offstage　and　walked　down　the　center　aisle　of　the　church　to　Blair？s　third…row　


pew。　？Can　I　sit　here？？　

？Move　over；？　Blair　told　Rain。　Rain　was　wearing　a　white　tulle　dress　that　looked　like　an　oversized　
tutu　fromSwan　Lake　。　？Your　dress　doesn？t　needthat　much　room。？　

？Isabel　Siobhan　Coates；？　Mrs。　M　called；　holding　up　Isabel？s　diploma。　

Vanessa　wedged　herself　in　beside　Blair　and　grabbed　the　graduation　program　out　of　her　
hands。　？Shit。　Sorry　I　missed　your　speech。？

　No　she？s　not。　

？That？s　okay。？　Blair　tugged　on　Vanessa？s　dress。　？Tell　me　you　don？t　love　this　and　I？ll　totally　kill　
you。　You　should　wear　white；　like；　every　day。？　

Vanessa　blotted　her　tears　with　her　thumbs　and　flipped　open　the　burgundy　leather　case　holding　her　
diploma。　？Check　it　out；？　she　breathed。　Both　girls　studied　the　gold…embossed　piece　of　parchment　
paper　upon　which　was　printed　Vanessa？s　name；　followed　by　the　date　and　the　name　of　their　school；　
and　then　a　whole　bunch　of　stuff　in　Latin。　It　was　totally　official　looking　and　totally　worthless　
looking　at　the　same　time。　All　those　years　of　uniforms　and　too　much　homework　forthis？　

Vanessa　flipped　the　case　closed　and　held　it　tight　to　her　chest。　She　didn？t　care？she？d　made　it！　And　
her　whole　future　lay　ahead　of　her。　After　taking　every　film　course　NYU　offered；　she？d　bee　a　
famous　indie　filmmaker；　except　she？d　stick　to　true　indies？unlike　her　former　mentor；　Ken　Mogul；　
who　was　totally　selling　out　with　that　teen　movie　he　was　making　at　Barneys。　It　was　a　good　thing　
Aaron　had　broken　up　with　her　today；　because　now　she　was　free　to　meet　all　sorts　of　interesting　
people　from　around　the　globe；　and　she　could　experiment　with　different　relationships。　After　all；　
wasn？t　that　what　college　was　all　about？　

Yeah；　maybe。　But　again；　isn？t　she　kind　of　forgetting　about　someone？？　

Some　would　argue　that　her　last　name　begins　with　w　

？Serena　Caroline　van　der　Woodsen；？　Mrs。　M　called　out。　

？Shit；？　Blair　muttered　under　her　breath。　Where　the　fuckwas　Serena；　anyway？　She　glanced　back　at　
the　other　van　der　Woodsens。　They　looked　perky　and　excited。　Unbelievably；　they　still　hadn？t　quite　
grasped　the　fact　that　Serena　was　missing。　

？Serena？　Are　you　present？？　asked　the　headmistress；　scanning　the　church　with　her　glassy　brown　
eyes。　？Has　anyone　seen　Serena？？　The　pretty；　never…quite…reaching…her…potential　blonde　was　


forever　late　for　morning　assemblies；　but　one　would　have　thought　she　could　pull　it　together　to　be　on　
time　for　this　particular　event。　

The　other　girls　twittered。　No　one　offered　the　headmistress　an　answer。　Blair　glanced　back　at　
Serena？s　family　once　more。　Now　they　looked　confused；　although　the　van　der　Woodsens　never　lost　
their　cool。　Erik　jutted　his　chin　at　Blair；　silently　suggesting　that　she　go　up　to　accept　Serena？s　
diploma　for　her。　

？Blair　Cornelia　Waldorf；？　Mrs。　M　announced　sternly。　No　Constance　girl　had　ever　missed　
graduation　before；　and　she　was　cross　now；　very　cross。　She？d　allowed　Serena　to　e　back　to　
Constance　after　she？d　been　thrown　out　of　boarding　school；　and　now　Serena　couldn？t　even　be　
bothered　to　turn　up　for　mencement？　

Thank　goodness　Blair？sW　came　right　after　Serena？sV　。　In　fact；　some　would　argue　Serena？s　last　
name　began　withW　and　therefore　came　after　Blair？s。　Not　that　it　mattered　or　that　anyone　really　
cared　at　this　point。　

Blair　went　up　to　the　podium　to　receive　her　diploma。　？I？ll　take　Serena？s　for　her；？　she　whispered；　
hoping　her　voice　wouldn？t　carry　over　the　microphone。　

Mrs。　M　smiled　tersely　and　shook　her　hand。　？That　won？t　be　necessary；？　she　replied；　nodding　at　
something　over　Blair？s　shoulder。　

Blair　spun　around　to　find　Serena　sprinting　up　the　aisle　inher　suit？exactly　the　same　white　satin　
Oscar　de　la　Renta　suit　with　the　swishy　pleated　knee…length　skirt　that　she　herself　was　wearing。　And　
because　Serena　was　practically　a　foot　taller　than　Blair　and　they　both　weighed　the　same；　it　looked　
even　better　on　Serena；　despite　the　fact　that　she　was　barefoot；　her　hair　was　all　over　the　place；　and　
she？d　forgotten　her　gloves。　

？Sorry；　Mrs。　M！？　Serena　panted；　flashing　their　headmistress　the　famously　charming　smile　that　
had　won　over　everyone　from　avant…garde　artists　to　the　admissions　offices　at　Yale；　Brown；　Harvard；　
and　everywhere　else　she？d　applied。　？Just　think？this　is　the　last　time　I？ll　ever　be　late！？　

Blair　wanted　to　slap　her　for　being　so　charming　when　she　should　have　been　in　serious　trouble。　In　
fact；　Serena　probably　would？ve　failed　chemistry　and　not　graduated　if　it　hadn？t　been　for　her。　She　
hated　they　way　they　must　look　standing　side　by　side　in　their　matching　suits。　People　probably　
thought　they？d　bought　them　together　or　something。　One　thing　was　for　sure？Blair　was　definitely　
making　Serena　change　her　outfit　before　her　big　party　at　the　Yale　Club　tonight。　No　fucking　way　
was　she　allowing　Marcus　to　see　how　much　better　Serena　looked　in　that　damned　suit。　

Mrs。　M　had　had　enough。　Half　an　hour　of　shaking　parents？　hands　and　offering　a　few　lame　
anecdotes　about　their　sweet；　intelligent　daughters；　and　she　was　off　to　Woodstock　for　the　summer　
to　watch　Vonda　weed　their　heirloom　tomato　collection　wearing　only　the　red　embroidered　halter　
top　Mrs。　M　had　bought　for　her　at　a　craft　fair　last　weekend。　


？Take　your　seats；　girls；？　she　ordered；　dismissing　Blair　and　Serena。　

They　walked　back　to　the　pews。　There　was　no　room　for　Serena；　so　she　perched　on　Vanessa？s　
knee。　

？You　have　my　blessings。？　Mrs。　M　blew　the　seniors　a　kiss。　？And　now；　class　is　dismissed！？　

　Whooopppeeee！　

her　heart　is　on　some　other　boy？s　sleeve　

After　the　ceremony；　Nate　did　a　few　bong　hits　with　the　other　boys　in　the　billiard　room　over　at　
Jeremy？s；　but　his　heart　wasn？t　in　it。　They　were　all　high　school　graduates；　while　he　was　
still　？diploma　pending。？　Whatever　the　fuck　that　meant。　

Leaving　them　to　celebrate　without　him；　he　meandered　slowly　west　on　Eighty…sixth　Street　toward　
home；　thankful　that　his　parents　had　been　so　pissed　off　at　him　for　that　goddamned　asterisk　that　
they？d　gone　straight　up　to　Mt。　Desert　Island　for　the　week；　leaving　him　in　peace。　Up　in　his　room；　
he　began　to　sort　through　his　cedar　walk…in　closet。　On　the　shelf　above　the　clothes　rail；　behind　that　
ridiculous　Darth　Vader　head　he？d　worn　for　Halloween　two　years　in　a　row　back　in　fourth　and　fifth　
grade；　was　the　little　mahogany　pirate？s　treasure　chest　with　the　brass　lock　that　his　uncle　Gerard　had　
given　him　when　he　was　eight；　where　Nate　stowed　all　his　old　photographs。　He　grabbed　the　clothes　
rail　with　one　hand　and　used　it　to　steady　himself　as　he　scaled　the　closet　wall　with　his　bare　feet；　
trying　to　get　the　fucker　down。　

The　chest　spilled　open　on　the　floor。　There　he　was　on　a　fishing　boat　in　Prince　William　Sound　up　in　
Alaska　two　Augusts　ago　with　his　arm　around　his　dad；　both　smiling　like　losers　and　wearing　dirty　
yellow　foul…weather　gear。　That　was　the　best　time　he　and　his　dad　had　ever　had　together。　Fishing　in　
the　weird　eleven　o？clock　twilight；　surrounded　by　ghostly　glaciers；　and　sharing　a　flask　of　Scotch　on　
their　way　back　into　port。　Then　there　were　the　pictures　of　him　and　Blair。　He　looking　bored　and　
sleepy　and　embarrassed；　with　his　head　on　her　rose…colored　pillows；　and　she　look