Red

by Princess Angel Rose

The day of the Big Game Yale vs. Harvard , her mother comments on her clothing choice. But Lorelai picked that color for a reason.

Umm…Don't own Gilmore Girls.

I spent seventeen years with Yale. I spent almost as much time with Harvard. Needless to say, I knew them both. I could separate them as easily as coffee from decaf. I saw the brochures. I'm not Bing Crosby, or Paul Newman. I knew the colors.

And as much as I wanted my mom to believe I just threw on the first warm thing I could find, that's not how it happened. I instinctively went for the Harvard crimson, because that's where I had always thought she would be.

Don't get me wrong: I'm glad she's at Yale. It's a great school, she loves it, it's closer to home, and so on.

So when I wore the crimson, it wasn't a diss on anyone. It wasn't even nostalgia of all the plans we had made.

It was my good-bye gesture. Good-bye Harvard, subpar plans, and Rory the kid.

Welcome to the future, Red.