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The Carrie Diaries
Candace Bushnell
Meet Carrie Bradshaw before ‘Sex and the City!’The Carrie Diaries is the coming-of-age story of one of the most iconic characters of our generation.Before Sex and the City, Carrie Bradshaw was a small town girl who knew she wanted more. She's ready for real life to start, but first she must navigate her senior year of high school. Up until now, Carrie and her friends have been inseparable. Then Sebastian Kydd comes into the picture, and a friend's betrayal makes her question everything.With an unforgettable cast of characters, The Carrie Diaries is the story of how a regular girl learns to think for herself, and evolves into a sharp, insightful writer. Readers will learn about her family background, how she found her writing voice, and the indelible impression her early friendships and relationships left on her. Through adventures both audacious and poignant, we'll see what brings Carrie to her beloved New York City, where her new life begins.
The Carrie Diaries
Candace Bushnell
For Calvin Bushnell
Table of Contents
Cover Page (#uf6f38090-376c-5fed-8a24-0f9a066f2c75)
Title Page (#u2497194b-d8a7-57f1-ae16-6fb62f379b1d)
Dedication (#u95a36e30-2b89-507b-9c7c-10af009c5e7e)
CHAPTER ONE A Princess on Another Planet (#u3dd3c681-c227-5f05-8383-1260644189e6)
CHAPTER TWO The Integer Crowd (#u1c87ccf6-0262-580a-93a8-afab2e75638e)
CHAPTER THREE Double Jeopardy (#u2bed7afd-48dd-55c2-9b63-d8140e386c41)
CHAPTER FOUR The Big Love (#uceff14d2-2fc3-520c-8a7e-ea8b2c763437)
CHAPTER FIVE Rock Lobsters (#uf7a1a1b2-ba93-5f09-a172-146011403d60)
CHAPTER SIX Bad Chemistry (#u61201c44-26d9-59c1-8c8b-fc09a7f29d65)
CHAPTER SEVEN Paint the Town Red (#u88cb53e3-c4c8-515e-b0ee-d137c06ee5a0)
CHAPTER EIGHT The Mysteries of Romance (#u32c3c5d4-ceaf-584f-9be9-e265a8675da3)
CHAPTER NINE The Artful Dodger (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN Rescue Me (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ELEVEN Competition (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWELVE You Can’t Always Get What You Want (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN Creatures of Love (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Hang in There (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Little Criminals (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN How Far Will You Go? (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Bait and Switch (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Cliques Are Made to Be Broken (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINETEEN Ch-ch-ch-changes (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY Slippery Slopes (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE The Wall (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Dancing Fools (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE The Assumption of X (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR The Circus Comes to Town (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Lockdown at Bralcatraz (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX The S-H-I-T Hits the Fan (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN The Girl Who… (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT Pretty Pictures (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE The Gorgon (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTY Accidents Will Happen (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Pinky Takes Castlebury (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO The Nerd Prince (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Hold On to Your Panties (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Transformation (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE A Free Man in Paris (#litres_trial_promo)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER ONE A Princess on Another Planet (#ulink_0e617c4a-b6e5-5f5a-a938-cdb36449e1d9)
They say a lot can happen in a summer.
Or not.
It’s the first day of senior year, and as far as I can tell, I’m exactly the same as I was last year.
And so is my best friend, Lali.
“Don’t forget, Bradley, we have to get boyfriends this year,” she says, starting the engine of the red pickup truck she inherited from one of her older brothers.
“Crap.” We were supposed to get boyfriends last year and we didn’t. I open the door and scoot in, sliding the letter into my biology book, where, I figure, it can do no more harm. “Can’t we give this whole boyfriend thing a rest? We already know all the boys in our school. And—”
“Actually, we don’t,” Lali says as she slides the gear stick into reverse, glancing over her shoulder. Of all my friends, Lali is the best driver. Her father is a cop and insisted she learn to drive when she was twelve, in case of an emergency.
“I hear there’s a new kid,” she says.
“So?” The last new kid who came to our school turned out to be a stoner who never changed his overalls.
“Jen P says he’s cute. Really cute.”
“Uh-huh.”Jen P was the head of Leif Garrett’s fan club in sixth grade. “If he actually is cute, Donna LaDonna will get him.”
“He has a weird name,” Lali says. “Sebastian something. Sebastian Little?”
“Sebastian Kydd?” I gasp.
“That’s it,” she says, pulling into the parking lot of the high school. She looks at me suspiciously. “Do you know him?”
I hesitate, my fingers grasping the door handle.
My heart pounds in my throat; if I open my mouth, I’m afraid it will jump out.
I shake my head.
We’re through the main door of the high school when Lali spots my boots. They’re white patent leather and there’s a crack on one of the toes, but they’re genuine go-go boots from the early seventies. I figure the boots have had a much more interesting life than I have. “Bradley,” she says, eyeing the boots with disdain. “As your best friend, I cannot allow you to wear those boots on the first day of senior year.”
“Too late,” I say gaily. “Besides, someone’s got to shake things up around here.”
“Don’t go changing.” Lali makes her hand into a gun shape, kisses the tip of her finger, and points it at me before heading for her locker.
“Good luck, [A-Z]ngel,” I say. Changing. Ha. Not much chance of that. Not after the letter.
Dear Ms. Bradshaw, it read.
Thank you for your application to the New School’s Advanced Summer Writing Seminar. While your stories show promise and imagination, we regret to inform you that we are unable to offer you a place in the program at this time.
I got the letter last Tuesday. I reread it about fifteen times, just to be sure, and then I had to lie down. Not that I think I’m so talented or anything, but for once in my life, I was hoping I was.
I didn’t tell anyone about it, though. I didn’t even tell anyone I’d applied, including my father. He went to Brown and expects me to go there, too. He thinks I’d make a good scientist. And if I can’t hack molecular structures, I can always go into biology and study bugs.
I’m halfway down the hall when I spot Cynthia Viande and Tommy Brewster, Castlebury’s golden Pod couple. Tommy isn’t too bright, but he is the center on the basketball team. Cynthia, on the other hand, is senior class president, head of the prom committee, an outstanding member of the National Honor Society, and got all the Girl Scout badges by the time she was ten. She and Tommy have been dating for three years. I try not to give them much thought, but alphabetically, my last name comes right before Tommy’s, so I’m stuck with the locker next to his and stuck sitting next to him in assembly, and therefore basically stuck seeing him—and Cynthia—every day.
“And don’t make those goofy faces during assembly,” Cynthia scolds. “This is a very important day for me. And don’t forget about Daddy’s dinner on Saturday.”
“What about my party?” Tommy protests.
“You can have the party on Friday night,” Cynthia snaps.
There could be an actual person inside Cynthia, but if there is, I’ve never seen it.
I swing open my locker. Cynthia suddenly looks up and spots me. Tommy gives me a blank stare, as if he has no idea who I am, but Cynthia is too well brought up for that. “Hello, Carrie,” she says, like she’s thirty years old instead of seventeen.
Changing. It’s hard to pull off in this little town.
“Welcome to hell school,” a voice behind me says.
It’s Walt. He’s the boyfriend of one of my other best friends, Maggie. Walt and Maggie have been dating for two years, and the three of us do practically everything together. Which sounds kind of weird, but Walt is like one of the girls.
“Walt,” Cynthia says. “You’re just the man I want to see.”
“If you want me to be on the prom committee, the answer is no.”
Cynthia ignores Walt’s little joke. “It’s about Sebastian Kydd. Is he really coming back to Castlebury?”
Not again. My nerve endings light up like a Christmas tree.
“That’s what Doreen says.” Walt shrugs as if he couldn’t care less. Doreen is Walt’s mother and a guidance counselor at Castlebury High. She claims to know everything, and passes all her information on to Walt—the good, the bad, and the completely untrue.
“I heard he was kicked out of private school for dealing drugs,” Cynthia says. “I need to know if we’re going to have a problem on our hands.”
“I have no idea,” Walt says, giving her an enormous fake smile. Walt finds Cynthia and Tommy nearly as annoying as I do.
“What kind of drugs?” I ask casually as we walk away.
“Painkillers?”
“Like in Valley of the Dolls?” It’s my favorite secret book, along with the DSM-III, which is this tiny manual about mental disorders. “Where the hell do you get painkillers these days?”
“Oh, Carrie, I don’t know,”Walt says, no longer interested. “His mother?”
“Not likely.” I try to squeeze the memory of my one-and-only encounter with Sebastian Kydd out of my head but it sneaks in anyway.
I was twelve and starting to go through an awkward stage. I had skinny legs and no chest, two pimples, and frizzy hair. I was also wearing cat’s-eye glasses and carrying a dog-eared copy of What About Me? by Mary Gordon Howard. I was obsessed with feminism. My mother was remodeling the Kydds’ kitchen, and we’d stopped by their house to check on the project. Suddenly, Sebastian appeared in the doorway. And for no reason, and completely out of the blue, I sputtered, “Mary Gordon Howard believes that most forms of sexual intercourse can be classified as rape.”
For a moment, there was silence. Mrs. Kydd smiled. It was the end of the summer, and her tan was set off by her pink and green shorts in a swirly design. She wore white eye shadow and pink lipstick. My mother always said Mrs. Kydd was considered a great beauty. “Hopefully you’ll feel differently about it once you’re married.”
“Oh, I don’t plan to get married. It’s a legalized form of prostitution.”
“Oh my.” Mrs. Kydd laughed, and Sebastian, who had paused on the patio on his way out, said, “I’m taking off.”
“Again, Sebastian?” Mrs. Kydd exclaimed with a hint of annoyance. “But the Bradshaws just got here.”
Sebastian shrugged.“Going over to Bobby’s to play drums.”
