Sweet 16- Lorelai's POV at 16
Chapter 1
"Lorelai, you look elegant!" Emily Gilmore, my mother, motioned for me to turn around in a circle. I was wearing a white dress that was definitely not elegant. The stupid thing was big, white, poofy, and had lace everywhere. I felt like I was in the middle of the desert under all those stupid layers of material. I looked at myself in large mirror.
"I look like a marshmallow." I groaned as I stared at the hideous image I saw when I looked at the mirror, "And all the layers make me hot and make me look fat."
"Lorelai, you do not look like a marshmallow, and the layers do not make you look fat. They give your dress a natural poof."
"Good plan, mom." I sat down in a chair my head held up by my hands.
"Lorelai, I do not know what your talking about. Will you please explain what you mean by good plan. It makes absolutely no sense." My mother adjusted my dress; she tugged down on parts and then pulling out.
"I know your plan. When you dress me in stuff like this," I held up some of the material, "You're bound to keep me a virgin."
"Lorelai, I don't know what your problem is. It is your birthday and your going to have a grand party. You have nothing to complain about." My mother stuck her nose up and left. I swear my mother does that so often someday it is going to get stuck in that position.
I have nothing to complain about. That's a laugh.
A list of things to complain about regarding my birthday:
The people who are invited to the party have all invited by my mom. That means her friend's daughters and sons, my father's business partner's daughters and sons, the chess club, and anyone guys who have to go to the prom with their sisters.
I am always forced to dance with someone I really don't want to. Last year, my mother forced me to dance with Melvin Arugus. He was 5 foot 2 and had a flatulation (passing gas) problem.
I was forced to go around thanking people for presents. I am very grateful for presents don't get me wrong, but last year I was turning 15 and a girl got me a doll. A doll. It wasn't just any doll. It was a Barbie. For god's sake! And worse of all, I had to play with the Barbie with her! What 15 year old plays with a Barbie!
And there is the dress. Each year it is a different style; each year it gets worse and worse. No matter what my mom says I LOOKED LIKE A MARSHMALLOW.
And the music. Ok. I am turning 16, and tonight is my sweet 16 party and my mom decided we are going to listen to Frank Sinatra. Maybe he was popular in my mom's time, which is like B.C.2000, but I want to hear some rock or something normal.
The bathroom is always full. There are so many people they're wandering in our house that I found in my last experiences that the only safe place is the bathroom. Problem: everyone is always banging on the door saying, "You have been in there the last hour let someone else have a chance.
And there is a lot of other stuff, but I have to prepare my escape. I am not really going to waste my sweet 16 on the stupid party my mother is throwing. I am going to a club, a nightclub!
*Gilmoregirl
Chapter 1
"Lorelai, you look elegant!" Emily Gilmore, my mother, motioned for me to turn around in a circle. I was wearing a white dress that was definitely not elegant. The stupid thing was big, white, poofy, and had lace everywhere. I felt like I was in the middle of the desert under all those stupid layers of material. I looked at myself in large mirror.
"I look like a marshmallow." I groaned as I stared at the hideous image I saw when I looked at the mirror, "And all the layers make me hot and make me look fat."
"Lorelai, you do not look like a marshmallow, and the layers do not make you look fat. They give your dress a natural poof."
"Good plan, mom." I sat down in a chair my head held up by my hands.
"Lorelai, I do not know what your talking about. Will you please explain what you mean by good plan. It makes absolutely no sense." My mother adjusted my dress; she tugged down on parts and then pulling out.
"I know your plan. When you dress me in stuff like this," I held up some of the material, "You're bound to keep me a virgin."
"Lorelai, I don't know what your problem is. It is your birthday and your going to have a grand party. You have nothing to complain about." My mother stuck her nose up and left. I swear my mother does that so often someday it is going to get stuck in that position.
I have nothing to complain about. That's a laugh.
A list of things to complain about regarding my birthday:
The people who are invited to the party have all invited by my mom. That means her friend's daughters and sons, my father's business partner's daughters and sons, the chess club, and anyone guys who have to go to the prom with their sisters.
I am always forced to dance with someone I really don't want to. Last year, my mother forced me to dance with Melvin Arugus. He was 5 foot 2 and had a flatulation (passing gas) problem.
I was forced to go around thanking people for presents. I am very grateful for presents don't get me wrong, but last year I was turning 15 and a girl got me a doll. A doll. It wasn't just any doll. It was a Barbie. For god's sake! And worse of all, I had to play with the Barbie with her! What 15 year old plays with a Barbie!
And there is the dress. Each year it is a different style; each year it gets worse and worse. No matter what my mom says I LOOKED LIKE A MARSHMALLOW.
And the music. Ok. I am turning 16, and tonight is my sweet 16 party and my mom decided we are going to listen to Frank Sinatra. Maybe he was popular in my mom's time, which is like B.C.2000, but I want to hear some rock or something normal.
The bathroom is always full. There are so many people they're wandering in our house that I found in my last experiences that the only safe place is the bathroom. Problem: everyone is always banging on the door saying, "You have been in there the last hour let someone else have a chance.
And there is a lot of other stuff, but I have to prepare my escape. I am not really going to waste my sweet 16 on the stupid party my mother is throwing. I am going to a club, a nightclub!
*Gilmoregirl