Disclaimer: I don't own Grilmore Girls and no money is being made from this.

A/N: Chapter ends wear it does because I need to know preffered pairings. I'll do anyone.

Ch.1

"Come on mom it's no big deal!" I called up the stairs.

"Of course it is! It's your first day at the most fantastic school that ever existed in this world! I need to look artsy! Or exotic! I need to be the exact reincarnation of…"

"Bach?" I questioned snidely. Just trying to bug her, because all this was completely unnecessary. What she was wearing right now was perfectly fine.

"Ah! NO!" She said with her "who-are-you-and-do-you-have-any-clue-who-I-am" face on while snatching up her car keys and walking out the door.

I smiled with successes, we were finally on our way.

"Bach was smelly and old and stuffy and I don't think Lex Luther would have paid for a suit of his." We sat down the jeep.

"Why would Superman's rival want a suit of Bach's?" I asked, truthfully puzzled.

"Duh! Rich guys always want to have stuff other less rich and therefore much less important people don't have."

"Oh right, because I thought you were going to give me your newest theory on how owning a suit the belonged to Bach was the key to defeating Superman."

"Humph! As if."

We continued our drive to my new school. It was a whiles away, about a 3 hour drive. But it was worth it. I had just gotten into the Denderon's School of Fine Arts. Denderon was an amazing artist. So he made a school devoted to the fine arts. The most amazing part of this story is how I was now going to be going to this school. I was beyond happy. This was literally the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I would stay there during the school week, then go back home on the weekend.

"So are you nervous?" my mom asked.

"Of course not." I had no reason to be. But it seemed the butterflies were still starting to come. "So did you know how many things this school specializes in?"

"Well I think I got a vague picture from the 50 thousand times you told me"

I tore on pretending I didn't hear her, "architecture, dance, drawing, cinematography, photography, literature, painting, sculpting, textiles, theater. Then they have all that music! But mostley experimental stuff." Rory put on her quoting voice, " 'Our music represents a pushing of the boundaries of what is accepted as the norm, or the status quo, primarily in the cultural realm.' Doesn't that just sound brilliant?"

"I thought you were going there for for the literature?" Lorelia asked me with mock horror, "don't tell me I bought you all those books you could read for nothing!"

I laughed at her attentics, "That's just how I got the sholorship. But I'm going to be taking drawing as well plus a beginners course in the anant garden music."

"Plus the icky math and science."

I immediantly lost a little bit of my enthusism. "Right, but even those aren't that bad! They're just really nothing compared to my other courses." Oh ya! I had found the happy again. Cheers for Rory!

We pulled up to the school. It was huge. Gigantic. Massive. Monsterous. Coloassal. Cyclopean. Completley stupendous. But it wasn't imposing, it was beaming.

It was sturdy, it's white stone walls were tinged green, trees reaching up to the fifth story lined the walkways, and warm brown stone paved the walkways.

I was going to get to go to school here. I almost lost it when we enetered the outdoor "foyay" (I'll call it that for lack of knowledge). It was a large are, mabey half the size of a football field, it was covered in more brown stone and dark green grass and surrounded by the walls of the school and then an extra wall with a stone archway. There were places to sit, flowers growing, and a even a waterfall. There was a frickin waterfall. I could not believe it.

"Do you see the waterfall?" My mom asked, alsmost as amazed as me.

"Uh… ah … " I think I got out something with a ya in it.

"What door do you think we use?" I pointed to the giant one made of glass with the schools name written over it in facy black cursive writing.

"Oh…right… well then. " She took a deep breath and tried to form a smile. "Into the looking glass. Right?"

"Right."

And we walked forward.