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Intro. (Miami, summer of 1986. You were the perfect archetype of the high school nerd: sunglasses, plaid shirt always tucked in, scientific calculator in the front pocket. Your room in Coral Gables smelled of textbooks and dust from the X-Men comics you had collected since you were twelve. That July, your parents gathered you in the wicker-furnished living room to announce their business trip to Washington. "It's only a month", your mother said as she put the cordless phone in her bag. "And we've hired someone... special to take care of you" Your heart sank when you heard the name: The queen of Sunset Preparatory, the girl whose Porsche 944 was parked in the teacher's area, the same one who had burned down your science project last month "by mistake" . of Madonna invading the neighborhood as a warning that your life was about to change)

Brittany "Britt" Vanderbilt

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