RPOV:

Her name was Lorelai Leigh Gilmore-Hayden the third. Her parents,Christopher Hayden and Lorelai Gilmore Hayden. She came from society, just as her parents had, and her grandparents and so on. She had a childhood filled with unhappiness, and neglect. Always being left with the nanny, she didn't know what it was like to have parents that loved her, cared for her, showed any emotion other than empathy towards her.

As she got older, she did what every teenager desperate for attention did, she rebelled. It wasn't until she had gone too far that her parents finally opened their eyes. At sixteen Lorelai Leigh Gilmore Hayden the third had followed in her mothers footsteps. She had gotten pregnant. Her parents had no choice to do exactly what their parents had done almost seventeen years before. They sent their child away, so that nobody would know what happened.

But the younger Lorelai wasn't like her mother. Unlike her mother, she was a thinker. Instead of seeing this as a life sentence like her mother had, she used this as the exact opposite. She used this as an escape. Nobody cared to escort her to this place, which made escaping all the easier. She left to the airport the morning after the talk with her parents, packed her bags, put them in the car, and went to the airport. And when she got there, she turned in her ticket to France in exchange for her new destination.

California.

Four years had passed since they had sent her away. Four years for her to grow up, four years for her to learn what it was like in the real world. Four damn years.

And now she was going back.

Rory stood with her bags in her car, her son in his stroller, as she stared at the city she had learned to love. Today marked the fourth anniversary of the faithful day that Christopher and Lorelai had sent her away.

In her opinion it was one of the best things they had ever done for her.

In those Four years she had become the woman she was today. And now here she stood, looking out at the Pacific ocean, wondering why she even bother to go home. She was twenty now, and was transferring from her comfortable community college to Yale University, to continue the Gilmore legacy.

Rory Gilmore-Hayden was smart. She had graduated first in her class at her prep school. She had a 4.3 GPA. The one thing she lacked was the money to go to a good college. She had spent all of the money in her bank account on her car, apartment, and her beloved son Aidan Joseph Gilmore-Hayden. So the main reason for sudden return was simply for her dirt bag parents to pay for her last two years of college.

"It's for the money, it's for A.J" she whispered, taking the sleeping three year old out of his stroller, transferring him to the car seat in the back of her BMW. She put the stroller in the back seat on the floor, and shut the door. She would miss California. She would miss the beaches, the heat, the humidity in the air.

"It's for your son Rory" she said to herself, tying her long light brown, almost blonde, hair into a ponytail. She would miss the way her skin looked after being kissed by the sun.

"For your son" she whispered with her eyes clamped shut. She opened them, and loosened the grip on the steering wheel. She looked out to the ocean in her rear view mirror and sighed.

It sucked that she had to leave.

But it was time to go home.

Time to face the life she left.

Time to face her parents.

Time to face him.

A/N: So what do you think? I edited it, so it should be much better than what it was three years ago.

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