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It is the year 1984 and a sixteen year old girl found out she is pregnant. This is a girl who has otherwise had a very sheltered and privelaged existence. She was sent to the best schools and given the best of everything else in life. But she knew she didn't belong in this world, she had known this from an early age. She didn't like that she was raised by a nanny as opposed to her parents or that she had her whole life planned out for her by her mother. Her dad was working all the time and travelling and her mother was busy filling her obligations of ordering around the help in the house, her daughter and attending her social gatherings. The teenager always tried to rebel, she would climb out her bedroom window to meet boys and would dress, eat and do things her parents would never approve it. Her parents house was a never a place she felt was warm and she would watch friends of hers be able to tell their parents everything, something that never felt like she could do. Or that her parents would even listen to her even if she did try to talk to them.
It was safe to say that she knew the second her parents found out about this baby, they would tell her exactly what to do. After grounding her for an eternity. Her parents did find out after she was struggling to fit into her debutante dress and they reacted almost exactly like she thought they would. She swore that her dad never looked as small as he did on that day. Her parents wanted her to marry the father of the child and live their life, but she wanted none of it. She didn't want that life for herself, let alone her child. She wanted her child to be able to do what they want, climb trees and not worry about dirtying their clothes and not be forced to participate in what she thought were arcaic and old traditions.
On October 8, at 4.03am she gave birth to her daughter. She was in the hospital room entirely alone but she wasn't lonely – she had her baby. She remembers so clearly the feeling when her daughter was handed to her, like she wanted to do everything in her power to give her daughter a good life. A great life. She wanted them to start something new, special, something that was their own. She could have the close, warm relationship with her daughter that she never had with her mother. But she had no money, or job and she was sixteen. What did she know about raising a baby? I mean sure, watching her mother she knew what she didn't want to do, but that was it. That was when something came on the television screen, an advertisement for a town festival in a small town about an hour away. Lorelai couldn't help but notice how pretty this town looked, and how friendly and warm the people seemed to be. Stars Hollow, she whispered to her newborn baby. Does that seems like a cool place we could be? Maybe. Maybe it could.
A/N: Let me know what you think of this and if I should continue.