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Unbreakable: A Rory/Jess future fanfiction

Summary-What if Rory left with Jess when he asked her to? And what if they had a daughter at 19? Well, 16 years later, their daughter, Kyla Mariano is going to Chilton and discovering how different a girl can be from her parents.

Kyla's POV:

Right now, I am standing outside of Chilton (a prep school my mom went to) in a horrible uniform that hasn't changed in 20 years just staring. I'm watching the other students who all look like smart freaks rush past me. Welcome to my nightmare.

To explain, I never was completely thrilled to go to this school but my mom wanted me to. After a while, I started actually wanting to go. Now I think I'm changing my mind. This place is so intimidating and the people all seem to think they're better than I am.

Then, all of a sudden, my mom walks up behind me.

"You ready to go in, or do you want to stare for a while?" she asks.

"I've done enough staring", I say turning towards her. "Let's go in."

I'm not completely sure I'm ready to go in, but I need to, so I follow my mom inside.

As soon as we walk through those doors, the outside seems nowhere near as intimidating. Not like the inside, that is. But I don't have much time to stare, because my mom takes me straight to the headmaster's office.

"Hello Headmaster Browning", my mom says holding out her hand for him to shake. He does, then she continues. "I'm Rory Mariano, and this is my daughter, Kyla Mariano."

I assume this is my time to speak, so I say "Hi, Headmaster Browning. It's nice to meet you."

I'm not usually like this, but I know how to turn on the charm when I should.

"Hello Kyla, it's nice to meet you, too", the headmaster says, looking at some papers. "And Rory, I see that you attended this school for three years of high school."

"Yes, I did", mom answers.

"Well, that's good", he says. And since he's apparently board of the subject, he moves on. "So, where's your husband, Jess, is it?"

"Yes", Mom answers. "He couldn't make it."

"Although it'd be easier if he could", I mumble under my breath.

"What was that, Kyla?" Mom asks me giving me the all to familiar look that tells me when I should shut up.

"Nothing", I mumble.

"You're a sophomore, right Kyla?" the headmaster says changing the subject again.

"Yeah", I answer.

"And you're 16? Explanation?" he asks.

I really don't want to answer, but I know I have to.

"I just had a few problems freshman year and ended up missing too many days, so I had to repeat the year", I answer trying to keep it as vague as possible.

"Ok, well that's enough chit-chat", he says. "Here's your schedule." He hands me a piece of paper. "Now get to class." He laughs a little, then I leave saying a quick goodbye to my mom.

Then I rush down the hall trying to find my first class when I run into slightly shorter girl with wavy strawberry blond hair and green eyes.

"Watch where you're going, new girl!" she snaps.

"Sorry!" I say, hardly sounding like I mean it. "Next time, I'll avoid this hallway altogether just so I don't run into you!"

She looks surprised for a minute but snaps out of it quickly.

"You have spunk", she says. "Most people are afraid to even talk to me."

"Is that a compliment?" I ask.

"Yes", she answers.

"Ok, in that case, I'm Kyla Mariano", I say.

"Hello Kyla", she says. "I'm Sam Jackson."

"Hi", I say. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too", she says. "Are you going out for the Franklin?"

"The what?" I ask.

"The Franklin, the paper", she answers.

"Oh, I was thinking about it", I say.

"Well, I am", she says. "You should."

"Well, like I said, I'm thinking about it", I say. "Hey, could you help me find my class?"

"Sure", she answers.

And so she does. At lunch, I sit with her and her friend, Ellie Lewis. And for the rest of the day, I keep thinking that I made a friend a lot soon than I thought I would.

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After school, I take the bus back to Stars Hollow (my hometown) and walk over to Luke's, the diner that my step grandfather owns.

"Hi Luke", I say when I get inside.

"Hey Kyla", he says. "Your mom called and said that she'd be here in a minute."

"Ok", I say, then I sit down at the counter.

Then my grandma, Lorelai comes in.

"Hey!" I say.

"Hey kid", she says, then she comes over and hugs me. She turns and says hi to Luke, then they kiss. "Hey, how was your first day at Chilton?"

"Ok", I say. "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

"Well, that's good", she says, then sits down next to me.

"Where's Rory?" she asks.

"She'll be here in a few minutes", I say.

Then I here someone come in and I turn around to see if it's Mom. It's not.

"Hey dad", I say, then I go over and hug him.

"Hey Kyla!" he says. "Hey Luke, Lorelai."

They both say hi back, and I walk back over to the counter with my dad and we sit down.

"So, how was your first day?" he asks.

"Pretty good", I say. "It would've been better if you could've been there this morning."

"I know, I'm sorry", he says. "I wanted to, but I had to be at work."

"I know, I know", I say.

"Who wants coffee", Luke says.

All three of says we do almost at the same time. Figures. Lorelai and I are both addicted to coffee, and with my dad, it depends.

Then my mom comes in.

"Hey Luke", she says. "Hey Mom and Kyla. And Jess! I didn't expect to see you here."

"Well, here I am", Dad says. Then they kiss.

"Hey Rory, you want coffee?" Luke asks.

"Of coarse", she says.

"This is all your fault", Luke says, pointing to Lorelai. "You got Rory addicted to coffee, then she got Kyla addicted to it."

"Well, I am extremely talented", Lorelai says. "So talented, in fact, that I can get two generations of Gilmores addicted to coffee."

I laugh at that. I love her.

"Well, I'm going to the bookstore", I say.

"Ok, bye hon", Mom says.

Then Dad, Luke and Lorelai all say goodbye, and I head over to the bookstore, my favorite place in town. The biggest thing I have in common with my parents is how much I read. They're both huge readers.

When I get there, I head to the very back and pull out the book I'm reading. The only reason I ever come to the bookstore is to have a quiet place to read. And no one minds. No one in town cares what I do as long as I don't turn into my dad, AKA the so-called biggest problem in recent town history. But sometimes I wish they paid a little bit more attention to what happens to me, because if they did, maybe what happened 2 years ago wouldn't have happened. But I guess I can't do anything about it. It happened, and I'm getting tired of pretending it didn't.