AN: I don't own Gilmore Girls, and the main character is neither Rory nor Paris. I hope that you all enjoy the story.

It was my first day at my new school, Chilton. Somehow, my parents had gotten me into a school up in Hartford, or near it. I never was good with local geography, or places. But, there I was, miles away from home, moved into an apartment near campus, wearing the uniform, and wondering what this school was going to be like. I was afraid that I would be label the weird kid, since I had moved from Maryland to go here, plus I wasn't exactly the normal Chilton student. For one thing, I had moved from outside the state to attend here. For another, I have a three foot long tail sprouting from above my ass and it tends to drag behind me when I walk. And, it is also a snake tail, scaled and looking like it came from the back of some odd purple anaconda-like snake. I have been teased about it for years, since it sprouted when I started puberty, at 10, which was about 6 years ago. I think the reason my parents sent me up here to Connecticut was because it couldn't be traced back to them if I was no longer affiliated with them. No longer lived under their roof, and no longer shared a last name with them. I now was called Matt Colubra, which is Latin for Snake. They send me to a school where they teach high level Latin and change my name to Latin for snake. Maybe they aren't as smart as people think they are. Plus, they gave me no way of hiding the tail, so I have to live with having it following me at all times. And, having a huge snake tail has made dating impossible, since what girl wants to date a guy with a three foot tail of any kind, let alone one of a snake?

Ever walk past a church and be called a demon, son of Satan, Beelzebub, tempter, demon child, demonkin, etc.? I have been called all of those. In fact, one fast talking preacher called me all of that in one afternoon. That has brought about in me a certain belief on my condition. That belief is that I think of my condition as a curse, and luckily my curse is restricted to my only having a tail. No other serpentine abilities or attributes appear on or within me. For that, I am quite happy. But, it still makes life hard, having a tail, and as far as I have been able to figure out, my curse is a permanent kind of curse.

I was brought out of my reverie by a tall blonde guy, who had walked up behind while I was thinking and not paying attention to my surroundings all that much, and suddenly pulled on my tail, I guess to pull off what he assumed was a fake affectation which I was wearing. However, when he did so, two things occurred nearly simultaneously. The first thing to occur was that the second half of my curse flared up, meaning that when he caused me both pain and anger, my fangs sprang out and my eyes became that of a huge red eyed serpent, meaning slit pupils, and I rounded on him. The second thing was that he screamed at the touch of my tail, which he found to be warm, with a pulse, covered in real scales, and attached above my ass. Luckily, I had yet to walk inside of Chilton, only gotten as far as the doors, with the huge fountain behind me, so few people had been around when he had decided to test my tail. However, after he had screamed, a lot more people had appeared. And that included four girls who were all standing near each other. One of them was a tall girl with her raven black hair in a short, pageboylike cut. She had a slightly quizzical look on her face, as if she couldn't figure out what was going on. The girl standing next to her was a blonde about the same height, with her hair in pigtails which reached a little past her shoulders. She looked like she was thinking about how this could be brought around to her advantage. The third girl was as tall as the other two, probably around 5'7", with long brown hair reaching to her back, and she looked like she was saddened by what she saw happened, and I got a caring vibe from her. And then, there was the fourth girl who was standing between the blonde and the brunette.

She was probably about my height, around 5'4-5", with dirty blonde hair down to her chest, and quite a nice large chest at that. She was a bit thicker than the other three, which simply made her more attractive to me. She had a look of interest on her face, as if she was genuinely curious about that was going on between me and the tall blonde guy. I thought she looked so beautiful, and at that thought, my fangs flipped back up to the roof of my mouth, and my eyes return to their normal golden brown irises and round pupils. I was just lucky that I had not hissed when I had rounded on him, otherwise my tongue would have come out. When it was in my mouth, it stayed a normal tongue. But, for some odd reason, the second it passed my teeth, the end spilt in half and my tongue became forked. I had never tried to figure out if I could sense vibrations with it, so I have no idea if I could do that. Yeah, I know I lied to you about my curse, but wouldn't you if you were cursed like I am?

I suddenly saw the cute girl's eyes flicker over to me, and look me in the eye, and what I saw in her eyes was something which I truly hate, and since the jerk had let go of my tail when he screamed, I ran into the building, and then into the first bathroom I could find, and finally into the last stall, the furthest one from the door. She had pitied me. She had felt so much pity for the poor weird kid, that it showed in her eyes. I sat on the toilet and curled my tail up behind me, so that no one could really tell that I was in here. I just sat there, in "my" stall, quietly trying to not cry or go into a rage, until I heard the bathroom door open. I listened intently for laughter or guys talking about what had happened outside. But, I didn't hear that. What I did hear quite surprised me. It was a girl's voice, and she was asking if anyone was in the bathroom, and then added that she was specifically looking for the new guy. I then heard her walk further into the bathroom, the door closing behind her with a small slam, and she was getting closer to where I was sitting. As I sat there, I couldn't bring myself to talk, fearful that this unknown girl, who happened to have a very kind voice, had come for some mean reason. I knew that she very probably was just concerned for me, but I had gone through middle school and half of high school with a snake tail, and as a result, I was kind of paranoid.

Finally, she got to my stall and knocked on the door and said, "Hi, my name is Rory. May I ask what your name is? I saw what Tristan did to you, and I just wanted to apologize for his jerky behavior."

I spoke up and said, "My name is Matt. And, it is ok. Your boyfriend didn't do any real damage, I will be fine. Plus, it is nothing I am not used to, always happened at my old school. They seemed to think it was highly hilarious to pull on my tail. They liked to see my reaction to having my tail pulled." I then opened the door, and there on the other side was the brunette girl, and she was looking at me with a kind expression, but I could see an undercurrent of anger there as well.

Before I could say anything, she nearly yelled at me, saying, "Tristan is not my boyfriend! I don't even like him!"

"Sorry for my assumption. It is just that people who hate someone else very rarely apologize for that person's ill behavior."

"Yeah, that is usually true, but Tristan is the resident head jerk here at Chilton. My first year here, he kept on calling me Mary, as in the Virgin Mary, because he thought I looked like a goody goody. That was a year and a half ago. I think he has finally stopped, mostly. And, I thought you might like a friend here at Chilton, since most of the students here are kind of stuck up." She then laughed a sweet infectious laugh, which soon had me laughing along with her.

I walked out of the stall, and turning to her said, "He really used a Biblical allusion to insult you? This is an interesting school. And, I would love to have a friend here. That would mean I would actually know someone up here in Connecticut." I turned around, pulled my bag off the door hook, and walked with her towards the bathroom door.

She turned to me when we were at the door and asked, "What do you mean I am the only person you know up here in Connecticut?"

"Well, my parents sent me up here to attend Chilton so that I would stop embarrassing them with my curse. So, they bought an apartment near Chilton for me, and then sent me up here alone and with no real connection to them, since they changed my last name," I said, a bit of sorrow evident in my voice as I spoke.

She put her arm around me and gave me a nice squeeze hug, saying, "I am sorry that your parents treat you so rudely. No one should have to deal with parents like that. And, what did they change your last name to, if I may ask?"

"It is ok, I have gotten used to it. My parents have always acted like their lives and reputation is more important to them than I am. And, most of the kids I have had to interact with since I grew the tail have been rude, and usually so do evangelical and orthodox priests, but they usually call me demon-based insults. I have mostly gotten used to people being rude to me due to my tail. And, they gave me the last name Colubra. They really aren't as brilliant as they like to think they are."

"I am guessing they knew that Chilton teaches Latin, so that really kind of is stupid." After that, we walked out of the door into the mostly empty hallway.

As we walked, Rory was silent, but I realized that there was something that I wanted to ask her. So, I turned to her, and asked, "Who was that cute blonde you were standing next to?"

"Do you mean Louise? The tall one with the pigtails?" She asked, a mild bit of intrigue and interest in her voice and on her face.

"No, not her. The cute one. About my height. Kind of thick, bit of a scowl on her face, very sexy, nice boobs." I said, a bit of annoyance and hope in my voice.

As she answered the bell for class rang, so she had to yell to be heard over it, and she said, "You like Paris?"

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