A/N: Hey guys I'm sick today so I'm going to be trying to crank out stories and chapters like never before. But if I don't: Hey I'm sick!!
Graduation (Redone)
RPOV
It was Graduation!! Finally hell was over and I could go to Yale! It would have been better if Jess was here though. I sighed, thinking about how he left. I don't know what I did to make him leave.
"Hey sweets," said mom, "How'ya doing?"
"Fine," I said, sniffling a little bit.
"Sweets, he left," she said, reading my mind, "He didn't deserve you, he was bad news."
"I know, but he could have at least broken up with me before hand."
"Yeah I know breaking up with you after he left, what a jerk."
"Mom, stop," I said laughing a bit.
"OK! Enough moping around we have to get to the ceremony!!"
I laughed as she pushed me through the door. We drove to the ceremony singing along with the radio, we got a lot of weird looks. It was great!!
The ceremony was pretty boring, until we get to Brad. He sang a song!! I though Paris was going to wet herself because she was trying not to laugh and Madeline was burying her face in her hands.
Then it was time for my speech as Valedictorian.
"Headmaster Charleston, faculty members, fellow students, family and friends, welcome." I started, "We never thought this day would come. We prayed for its quick delivery, crossed days off our calendars, counted hours, minutes, and seconds, and now that it's here, I'm sorry it is because it means leaving friends who inspire me and teachers who have been my mentors - so many people who have shaped my life and my fellow students' lives impermeably and forever. I live in two worlds. One is a world of books. I've been a resident of Faulkner's Yoknapatawpha County, hunted the white whale aboard the Pequod, fought alongside Napoleon, sailed a raft with Huck and Jim, committed absurdities with Ignatius J. Reilly, rode a sad train with Anna Karenina, and strolled down Swann's Way. It's a rewarding world, but my second one is by far superior. My second one is populated with characters slightly less eccentric but supremely real, made of flesh and bone, full of love, who are my ultimate inspiration for everything. Richard and Emily Gilmore are kind, decent, unfailingly generous people. They are my twin pillars without whom I could not stand. I am proud to be their grandchild. But my ultimate inspiration comes from my best friend, the dazzling woman from whom I received my name and my life's blood, Lorelai Gilmore. My mother never gave me any idea that I couldn't do whatever I wanted to do or be whomever I wanted to be. She filled our house with love and fun and books and music, unflagging in her efforts to give me role models from Jane Austen to Eudora Welty to Patti Smith. As she guided me through these incredible eighteen years, I don't know if she ever realized that the person I most wanted to be was her. Thank you, Mom. You are my guidepost for everything."
I was on the verge of tear by the time I was finished. I walked off stage and listened to the rest of the speeches.
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TPOV
I thought I would never have to come back here as long as I lived. I was only here for one reason, or person.
Rory Gilmore.
I was going to tell her how I felt whether she was with Bagboy or not.
I got there just as she started to make her speech.
"Headmaster Charleston, faculty members, fellow students, family and friends, welcome." she started, "We never thought this day would come. We prayed for its quick delivery, crossed days off our calendars, counted hours, minutes, and seconds, and now that it's here, I'm sorry it is because it means leaving friends who inspire me and teachers who have been my mentors - so many people who have shaped my life and my fellow students' lives impermeably and forever. I live in two worlds. One is a world of books. I've been a resident of Faulkner's Yoknapatawpha County, hunted the white whale aboard the Pequod, fought alongside Napoleon, sailed a raft with Huck and Jim, committed absurdities with Ignatius J. Reilly, rode a sad train with Anna Karenina, and strolled down Swann's Way. It's a rewarding world, but my second one is by far superior. My second one is populated with characters slightly less eccentric but supremely real, made of flesh and bone, full of love, who are my ultimate inspiration for everything. Richard and Emily Gilmore are kind, decent, unfailingly generous people. They are my twin pillars without whom I could not stand. I am proud to be their grandchild. But my ultimate inspiration comes from my best friend, the dazzling woman from whom I received my name and my life's blood, Lorelai Gilmore. My mother never gave me any idea that I couldn't do whatever I wanted to do or be whomever I wanted to be. She filled our house with love and fun and books and music, unflagging in her efforts to give me role models from Jane Austen to Eudora Welty to Patti Smith. As she guided me through these incredible eighteen years, I don't know if she ever realized that the person I most wanted to be was her. Thank you, Mom. You are my guidepost for everything."
She was almost in tears by the end and all I wanted to do was run up to her and comfort her. She truly meant all of it, most of them just put in the parent part because they have to, just one more thing that made her special.
"Lorelai Leigh Gilmore."
That name shook me out of my thoughts. I saw her walk across the stage; she looked so beautiful and solemn. She shook hands with the headmaster and then she turned to audience and…
…made a face at someone in the audience.
I had to stifle my laughter, but a couple people in front of me turned around to glare at me. Then, I saw a woman in the middle hold up on of the programs; she got Rory's attention and showed it to her. She smiled a radiant smile and made the same face.
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