A/N: Okay, someone yell--scream--punish me. I broke my mental vow. I promised I wouldn't allow my crazy ideas to force me into writing a multiple part story. XP And...I was doing so well, too! So, here it is. My 'x' chapter long story. Eesh, I always hate these kinds of stories (younger characters) but, the idea won't leave me alone. So, again with the whole review thing. It takes me at least an hour for a chapter on average, and if you read it, the least you can do is leave me a quick review--even if it's just "Good!" or "I like this," I appreciate it.
And besides, if you actually want me to finish this one, unlike many an abandoned story before it, you'll review with some ideas of what you want to happen and the like--or just review in general. They're my main inspiration. First two chapters will be short, btw.
PYA Spells Jail
Chapter One
Good-bye Cruel World
Perfect.
Just perfect.
Lorelai grimaced, crossing her arms over her chest huffily. She hadn't done anything worse than usual. Merely broken her curfew to stay out with some friends (a guy, which sent her parents into panic mode) and had a few drinks. All right, drinking at the age of sixteen didn't make anyone's parents too happy, but every did it at least once. Lorelai did it because it liberated her, made her feel that her over controlling parents couldn't, well, control her. But this time, she'd gotten caught. Passed out. On the porch. Jerking her gaze towards the window angrily, she remembered how they had screamed and raved.
But not like normal parents.
Not the usual 'You could have gotten hurt, don't you understand? We were worried sick!' speech. Oh, no, she'd never heard that one. Lorelai had gotten a 'What will the neighbors think' Emily Gilmore rant. A small, bitter smile appeared. Credits to Mister and Misses Stalin. Wiping the grin away, she stared confusedly out the window, watching rolling hills fly by the car window, sighing heavily. Bound for boarding school, she was. Her parents had tried to convince her it was for her own good; that it was for the intellectually gifted, and she belonged here. Code for: there are less hoodlums and troublemakers. Less friends, in essence.
Groaning and banging her head against the seat, Lorelai closed her icy blue eyes. And they hadn't even bothered to see her off! It was early morning, and her parents hadn't even bothered to wake up and say good bye before shipping their daughter off to some hick-town. The school she was bound for was called 'Paladin Youth Academy.' She smirked tartly again, for her vocabulary wasn't as limited as many assumed. Paladin. Guardian. Jail. Hell. The words repeated in her mind as she drifted off to sleep, images of thick iron bars and starchy uniforms playing in her mind. Just as sleep enveloped her, she reached a melodramatic hand to the ceiling, causing a befuddled look from the driver.
"Good-bye cruel world, I will miss you so." She uttered in a mixture of mock agony and a whine, finally drifting off to sleep. A few more hours, and hell would be more of a reality than she could have guessed.