As I stare down at the sleeping little girl I hold in my arms tons of emotions run through my head. I wonder to myself what I'm going to do when we finally get discharged from the hospital. I know for a fact we won't be welcome back at home- wait no that place was never a home. A home is a place where you can be yourself & be safe. A home is a place where people living there are supposed to love you unconditionally. So for sure that mansion in Hartford was never a home. More like a prison. My "mom" would have been the prison guard then. Always saying what I can & can not do. When I told her that I was pregnant she just about struck me. I swear I hate her. "Dad" was not much help either. All thorough my pregnancy he nagged me to the point where I was in tears. I never even told them I was in labor! I left a note on the bed & drove myself to the hospital! That was the last straw for my parents. They just left my hospital room after yelling & saying that we can never come back & live with them. Yeah I know I'm screwed.
Wait maybe I'm not. This is my chance for a better life for Rory & me. A life where we can finally be happy. Where we can eat junk food, dance & sing, watch old movies, wear what we want, go where we want, & do what we want! This being kicked out thing keeps sounding better. Except for the fact that I have 200 bucks to my name, no clothes/food for Rory & I, & no place to call home. Yeah I need to work on that.
Author's Note!
So what do you think? Hate it, love it? I currently have no beta but I'm open to one. So if your interested please let me know. I know this is a short chapter but I wanted to see what people thought first. This story is basically going to be a darker version of Gilmore Girls. Yes they will still be they happy girls we know & love. But Lorelai's past is a lot darker than what it was in the show.
I'm well aware of what it's like to be a teen mom. I'm 17 & have a 17 month old daughter named Charlotte (hence my screen name). I might include some of my own struggles in the story but I'm not sure yet. It's a bit painful to write about.
