Author: MrSchimpf, please read & review.
Disclaimer: I do not own the trademarks on Gilmore Girls, they are the property of Warner Bros. Television, Dorothy Parker
Drank Here, Hofflund-Polone, and Amy Sherman-Palladino. I'm just using the characters to tell a story.
Summary: Paris' personal journal reveals her anguish and happiness of the events of the past year.
Inspired by: First season of Gilmore Girls.
Category: Paris' point of view.
Rating: PG-13 for harsh cursing and dark thoughts, this is what I think Paris is thinking when she writes in her journal. I like all the characters on the show, and mean none of them any harm.
November 12, 2000.
Dear Journal,
I, Paris Gellar, think I have the worst luck of anyone living now. Here I am, the smartest girl in all of central Connecticut, having what most people would consider a pretty good life, yet I am totally unhappy with the way things have been going. This school year has been a horrible time in the continuing life of Paris Evelyn Gellar.
It all started great in September. I was at the top of my class, my friends were treating me pretty good, and my parents seemed very happy together. Going into the 10th grade was going to be a blast, I thought. But that all changed one sunny Monday morning when she came to Chilton Prep. She would be Rory "Lorelai" Gilmore.
At first, I didn't think of her as any kind of academic competition at all when she started here, I've seen bright people like her who came from public schools fold under the excruciating stress of Chilton. They came in as confident as Shannon Faulkner when she became the first woman ever admitted to the Citadel; they felt like pioneers, being the first in their families to attend this institution. Most of them, however, left here the same way Ms. Faulkner left the Citadel a week later; defeated, tired, and stressed out from the high standards set by Chilton Prep. You need to have guts to make it here, this school has to be a lot tougher than Oxford, the teachers set high standards for you, making you work for the grade, and you have to study 24/7 to make it here. There's no such thing as fun at Chilton, you have to work your ass off here to earn their diploma, and they hope you learned a few other things too during your education with them.
The day she came here, I snuck a look at Rory's transcripts, it looked like I had a run for my money, she was good in most of her classes at Stars Hollow High, except gym. Then again, I suck at gym too, I guess all of us intelligent people have that in common. I then noticed that she didn't have that much of a social life in school, not too many extra-curricular activities. But here, you need to be involved, so that went in my favor. I was in debate and the school newspaper, everybody knew that I was one tough debater. If I told her right away that I was the top dog here and I was in charge, she would fold and be back at Stars Hollow High so fast, it would make your head spin.
I made my presence known right away to her. I was walking down the hall, and I saw her and called her name. I then got right in her face, and told her a few things that made her uncomfortable. I am better than you. You won't work at the school paper. I own valedictorian, not you. Don't mess with me. I had a couple of insults for Rory that I would never share with anyone but my conscience. 'This is my house bitch, so you won't make it, you scholarship slut'. My other one was 'Party's over farm girl, now I'm going to beat the crap out of you academically'. I stared her down, showing her that I meant business, she was not going to mess with me or the life I had planned to live in the future. I thought that would be enough to keep her in line and keep her out of my hair. But it was only the beginning.
Later in the day on my way to history class, I was carrying an exquisitely made fort project I had spent three weeks working on, when all of the sudden, she got in my way again. Her body came flying across the corridor, knocking me down. The next thing I know, I'm picking up pieces of my now ruined project off the ground. Rory was playing the apology card, doing anything to get my forgiveness, even though the only thing I wanted at that moment was for this godforsaken day to end. I darted away into class, leaving my project behind, just hoping that the wrath of the teacher when I told her I didn't have a project ready would be light.
What luck, moments later, the hussy who ruined my project moments earlier walks into my class, ready to learn. Can it get any worse than this, having to face my new academic competitor everyday? The bell rings, and that girl's just lucky it did, otherwise I would've yelled at her some more.
I'm the first to present a project in class that day, so I have to face the teacher and tell her I don't have it. Hopefully that'll be the end of it. The teacher tells me if I don't have the project, I have to take a zero, which was what I was ready to do, I had better things to think about than a stupid fort. Then Rory had to get out of her seat and take the blame. Why was this commoner tormenting me so?
I then tried to plead with the teacher to ignore the new girl, but Rory just had to beg for my forgiveness, she even said she'd help me out with the redone project. Grudgingly, the teacher told me that I could still get the project in tomorrow for a good grade. Who had been just another new kid at that moment became a new outlet for my anger. I wanted so much to take Rory Gilmore out to the courtyard right then and there and beat her innocent little face bloody and bruised, but I knew there were other ways to get to her, like being rude, cold and bitchy towards her. Maybe then she'd finally get the point that I was not going to be her friend. She was going to learn the hard way that Chilton wasn't a crappy government-run wonderland of a school.
Two weeks later in English class, she received a D on a paper, it looked like it was the first one she had ever received. She was shaken, wounded, shocked that a paper that was B-worthy in her town's school would get a D here. I and Louise and Madeline mercilessly teased her about the grade, telling her she'd be better suited to working in fast food. Then all three of us rubbed our grades in her face, insulted her intelligence, called her stupid. This girl took it all in stride, didn't even look at us as she walked out of the room. She was proving harder to shake up than I thought.
Then one week later, the day of the big Shakespeare test. She wasn't in class when I came in that morning, so I assumed that she called in sick. Or she was so scared to take the test, she skipped school. I wished for the latter, so I'd never see her face again, she had become a major pain in my life lately. As soon as Mr. Medina handed me a copy of the test, I started on it, I was totally in the zone with that test. If a flying saucer would've crashed into the Hartford Civic Center at the moment, you wouldn't have had my attention at all, I would still be too busy writing a detailed explanation of the themes of "Romeo & Juliet".
Rory came through the door ten minutes later, exhausted and sweating. When she came in, she ruined my concentration. She and Medina immediately started arguing about the test, she saying she should be able to take it since she knew everything about William Shakespeare. Medina told her to get to the library, that she was not going to take it. If you're not on time at Chilton, you can't take the test, everybody knew that. Then Rory made up a lame excuse about a deer hitting her car, that she was so shaken up that she was late. I was getting really sick of her whining, I just wanted to get back on task with the test. I don't know what made me do it, but then I leaned over to Madeline and whispered "Loser" to her, thinking we would have a nice laugh at the new girl who couldn't take the test. I was totally unprepared for what happened next.
Rory whipped her face right at mine and got right in it. She had finally had it up to here with my bullying, asking me what the hell was wrong with me that I had to make fun of her. Rory had a fire in her blue eyes like I had seen in no one I've teased before that said "This is war, bitch!". I didn't have anything to say back, I was so damned shocked that one of my targets would lash back at me like that. The next words she said numbed me.
"Huh, quippy, why so silent, huh?"
I couldn't say anything, that girl had scared the hell out of me. It was right then and there that I figured out that me and her were truly going to be fighting through the next three years for the top slot at Chilton. Nothing was going to stop her from her dream, not even me. I learned then, don't mess with Rory Gilmore, you're playing with fire and you will get burned if you mess with her. The only thing I could do now is keep the peace between the two of us, and try to survive Chilton. I knew it wasn't going to be easy.
That's all I have to write tonight Journal, I have to get back to studying now, I have an art project that really needs to be done soon. I'm not done writing yet though, oh no, what I just wrote was only the beginning, there's alot more that happened this year than that, guaranteed. Good night Journal.
P.E.G.
Authors notes - This is going to be a continuing series of "entries" that I will write when I get inspiration. What did you think, do you think I wrote Paris pretty good, and do you think I should tone the cursing down a little bit? This is a journal, so I felt that Paris' pain would have to be revealed along with a few curse words, I wanted the journal to be an honest reflection of her feelings. Please e-mail or review box your feelings about my style, and I'll take all suggestions to heart when I write the next entry of Paris' Journal.