A LITTLE PLACE CALLED HELL…OR HEAVEN
Disclaimer: I still don't own them...YET
A/N: I know I was supposed to be working on RORY OR TYA? but I just had this idea and had to go with it.
PLEASE R&R!
Tya
"Living in a small town. Seems easy enough, even peaceful. Yeah right. Only those who have not lived in one would say that. I however have lived in a small town. Not easy. Not peaceful. The exact opposite. Every body knows what's going on with you. They know…EVERYTHING. I know it sounds weird but it's true.
The town I lived, let's just call it…hell. Yeah, that suites it nicely. Any way, I was moving to hell to live with my uncle…umm…let's call him Backwards Baseball Cap, BBC for short. That town was so…I don't even know how to describe it…perfect, TO perfect, sickening perfect. When I first got a look around, I seriously thought I was going to puke. However, what was even worse than the town, was the people in it.
Let's start with my Uncle BBC, he was actually one of the closest things to normal. He was always wearing a flannel shirt and a backward baseball cap, hence the name. He was probably the only person besides Ro- well someone else. God. What a huge disappointment I must have been.
Then there were the G Girls; they were mother and daughter. The mother was around BBC's age, and the daughter was mine. They were only 16 years apart. They both had dark hair, and blue eyes. The daughter, Let's call, Leigh, her middle name, anyway, she had the prettiest, deepest, most amazing blue eyes. Anyway, we'll get back to her soon. What I want to talk about is the mother, Crazy. Crazy was just that, crazy. She was physco, sarcastic, pretty, coffee addicted, crazy, bizarre freak, and my uncle was TOTALLY in love with her, as she was to him. The whole town could see it, they however, they were oblivious. They finally saw the light, but that's a different story for a different time.
So in the town, besides Crazy, BBC, and Leigh, there was the town loser, Birt, the towns gossip gal, Ms. Jenny, the gnome and cat couple, Manny and Renay, Leigh's best friend, Kim, Kim's crazy, christen, Korean mom, Ms. Kim, Leigh's exboyfriend, bag boy, and the person who thinks he runs the town, Taylor. They were all freaks. I HATED bag boy, and wasn't to fond of everyone else.
Now, besides BBC, the only other thing that was good in hell was Ro- I meant Leigh. She was perfect. She was the only thing that made me sane. Sometimes, she actually made hell, seem like heaven. She actually left her perfect boyfriend for me. I still don't understand why. She was the only reason, besides BBC, I EVER regretted leaving that town." Mr. Marino ranted.
I was actually interested. This week, the teacher's were supposed to explain their hometown in. I thought it was going to be totally boring, and up until now it had been. It was my first day, and I was bored to death. This class, this class had actually been interesting, usually reading classes weren't all that interesting.
I noticed Mr. Marino was in a daze. The bell rang and he seemed to be brought back to reality, "Okay, class thanks for listening to my rant. I hope the rest don't bore you to death. Ms. Huntzberger," my head shot u to look at him, "could you come u here for a second?" I nodded and walked over to him. "Okay. Hi Lory. What's Lory stand for? What's your mom's, dad's, guardian's name?" he asked.
"Umm… Lory stands for Lorelei, and my mom's name is Lorelei, but she goes by Rory, and my grandma's name is Lorelei, apparently, she was whacked up on Demerol. And my mom just followed suit." I rambled. It was in the Gilmore blood. Mr. Marino was turning pale, and then he realized I was still there.
"Umm. What's your dad's name?" he asked getting his color back, but still looking freaked.
"I think it's…it started with an L…I just saw him on Christmas…Logan…It's Logan!" He smirked slightly. I had no clue why.
"Okay Lory nice to meet you. I hope you have a good time in my Reading class, and, tell Rory, Jess says hi." I was confused, walking away, and I heard him mumble something about irony.
Next I walked to English class. It was my mom's AND my first day. She was teaching English, and I had her class. At least we have different last names. And with that I took a seat and prepared for Mom's speech.
A/N: just tell me what you think...and be nice.