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October 27,1985
Baby Rory just turned one. Her big blue eyes shined as she looked up at her young mother. Lorelai picked up her daughter and cradled her in her arms.
"Happy Birthday baby." she muttered as she sat down on her bed in her parents house and began to tell the infant the story of her birth. Lorelai knew she didn't understand but she told her anyway. It was very early in the morning, still dark in fact but the 17 year old couldn't sleep anyway. After her story was finished she looked down at her growing girl who was fast asleep. Lorelai put her back in her crib and watched her sleep for the next few hours.
Her plan would go into effect tomorrow. She would pack up as much as she could and hit the open road to get as far away from Emily and Richard as she could stand. She had already made up her mind to leave her home, her past, and her daughter behind. She knew that she was young and that just because it killed her to be here didn't mean that Rory wouldn't make it out alive. As the morning progressed Lorelai looked out the window to see the first snow of the year. She ran to the window and opened it so she could feel it touch her skin. It was cold and frozen and perfect. To her this was a sign that everything would be okay.
A/N: okay I know this is different but please give it a chance my next chapter will explain alot. and this is my second story so it's still new to me. So please leave me reviews and stuff but be kind.
A/N: It has come to my attention that Rory was born in 1984. I tried to count back and ended up at 1982 but Im human so its has been changed. sorry about that.:)