Title: Another World
Chapter 4: Royal Chiltonites
Hey. Thanks for reviewing, everyone. Please tell me if the title of the story sucks, cause personally I think it does, I just don't know what to call it.
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Chilton Freshman #1
Louise Grant
For once in my life, I am looking forward to Christmas vacation ending so I can go back to school. Me. Louise Grant. I have never ever wanted to go to school in my whole entire fifteen years! But now, things are looking up. You wanna know why that is? I'll tell you.
Rory DuGrey.
I don't know how, but she is the most popular freshman at Chilton, and not only that, but she's famous among the upperclassmen too. I mean, upperclassmen. That's like, seniors and crap. They're practically in college, and they all know who Rory DuGrey is. Not only that, they know who I am, because I'm in her group. Of course, I've been in her group since pre-K. We all have. Who's we?
Well, there's me, Rory, Madeline Lynn, and Paris Gellar. I'm the makeup obsessed girly-girl who's been dating for...well, forever. Madeline's the dumb blonde. She's not blonde, she just acts like it. Actually, I'm the blonde, I just don't act like it. Well, whatever--Madeline's the clueless one, and that's all there is to it. Paris is, like, OCD when it comes to school. I mean it, she really has apparently no life. She spends all of her time competing with Rory for the top academic spot at school, and it's really not easy for her, but she's okay with that, because somehow, that stupid competitive attitude works for both of them. I know I could never handle that. I mean, if I was going for something I really liked--say, a date with the hottest guy in the freshman class, Tristan DuGrey--and someone came in between me and my prize? Girl's going down if she comes between me and my guy.
Like I'd ever go out with Tristan. Actually, you know, he's really cute. But still, he's Rory's brother. Rory's younger brother. He's fourteen till Febuary 1, you know. Yeah, he's younger--but my mom's having an affair with a younger guy. Although, you know, her younger guy is my dad's twenty-two-year-old assistant, but still.
Oh, wait! You're not supposed to know that.
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Chilton Freshman #2
Madeline Lynn
I really should stop drinking cappucinos before school because they always put me on edge. Then again, it's the first Monday back to school after Christmas break, and I am way off schedule, so basically I need the caffiene to wake me up. But I guess I could always wait till I get to school, because Paris is bound to yell at me before first period, and that always wakes me up.
Whatever. I've just had about fourteen cappucinos, and now I'm all on edge and jumpy, and that's going to make this an absolutely pleasant day, I'm sure.
Well, hey, at least I spent the weekend in New York. I got a makeover at Sephora and my mom took me on a shopping spree through Macy's, Saks Fifth Avenue, Barney's, and about a zillion other stores. Of course, yesterday when I took a shower all the makeup washed off, and this morning I could not figure out how to do it again. And I can't wear anything I bought on my shopping spree, because stupid Chilton makes us wear uniforms. Oh, except for this fabulous new barette clip thingy. I've got it in my hair right now, and I'm sure it's gonna be the first thing Louise notices about me and the first thing Paris yells at me about.
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Chilton Freshman #3
Paris Gellar
Yes! Finally, back to school. For such an academic minded school, Chilton is ridiculously lax about vacation. I mean, we were off for two weeks! The week including Christmas, and then the week including New Year's. I mean, yes, they are both holidays, and the only places really open on Christmas and New Year's are Wal-Mart, Blockbuster and Waffle House, but we lost a whole week in between those two days alone! And besides, I'm Jewish. I don't even celebrate Christmas, yet I got it off? How weird is that? I'm going to have to talk to Headmaster Charleston about this.
I'm at school early again, of course. Hardly anyone is here. I walk to the headmaster's office, but his secretary informs me he is not in yet. That is incredibly irresponsible. I walk back out of his office--huffily, I think is the best word to describe it--and into the hallway. Still, there's no one here. School starts in less than one hour! Do none of these people care?
"I don't want to be here!" a male voice whines around the corner. A very familiar male voice.
"Shut up and keep walking," an equally familiar female voice says harshly. I smile and wait for my best friend to round the corner.
"Mary, come on. The only people here this early are freaks and geeks."
"Shut up! And stop using random TV show titles in everday conversation."
"What? It's my trademark."
Rory sighs and turns the corner. She catches my eye and grins.
"Paris!" she squeals, running to meet me. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."
"I spent the night at your house Friday."
"Well, yeah, but you weren't wearing your uniform," she points out, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Have you had your coffee yet?"
"Two cups," Tristan mutters as he walks past us to his locker.
"Oh, no wonder you're off. You've only had two cups of coffee."
"Exactly. Wanna go around the corner with me?"
"Around the corner?" I ask, thinking it over. Around the corner from Chilton is a little cafe Rory likes to go to because that's where the coffee is. But school's supposed to start in less than fifty minutes, and I don't want to be late.
Rory can see the indecision on my face, because she says, "Don't worry, we'll be back in twenty minutes tops. Besides, I told Louise and Madeline to meet us there, and I want to see how long it takes them to show up."
"Okay," I say reluctantly. She smiles.
"Good. Let's go." She hooks one of her arms into the elbow of mine and we start walking out of the building. I can hear Tristan faintly in the background.
"Hey, what about Tristan?"
"Aw, forget about Tris. He'll just have to spend twenty minutes in school, all alone, save a few freaks, geeks, and teachers."
"Do you think I'm a freak?"
"Paris, everyone's a freak in their own way. You're just uber-obsessed with school and making it into a good college. Trust me, that's a good thing."
"How are you a freak?"
"Oh, me? I worship coffee, movies, and junk food, while still enjoying a few healthy foods and some classic books."
"Ah. How do you do that?"
"Practice. Lots of practice."
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Chilton Freshman #4
Nathaniel Collum
Today is my first day at my new school. Chilton. My mom dropped me off twenty minutes ago, and I went to the administrative office and everything. Now I'm just wandering around this large, intimidating school. I turn a corner and run smack dab into a blonde, blue-eyed guy who's a little bit taller than me and apparently the king of all he sees, like Yertle the Turtle in that Dr. Seuss story.
"In my way, man. That's so not cool." The guy shoots me a look like "hey, stay away! I'm king, you're jester--got it?" I gulp and nod. He does one of those wink/finger gun/tongue clicky things and walks off down the hallway. I turn and walk the opposite way.
"Hey. Hey!"
I turn around and notice this dorky looking guy with glasses standing off to the side.
"You're new, huh?"
"Yeah," I say. Great, now I've talked to the dork, and I'll never get popular. I'm guessing the tall blonde was the popular guy.
"Need a guide?"
"Sure," I say, resigned to my fate. You know, I was the cool guy in my old school. Oh, those days are over now.
"Okay, first of all you need to know who to stay away from."
"Whatever."
"That guy you ran into? He's the king of the freshman class."
"Figured as much."
"Tristan DuGrey. His sister's Rory DuGrey. She's beautiful--long dark hair, piercing blue eyes, great body--the whole nine yards."
"Great?" I ask, unsure of what to say to that.
"Yeah, it's great. But stay away from her, or else Tristan'll kill you. He's overly protective of his sister, even though he's younger than her."
"So Rory's an upperclassman?"
"Oh, no, she's a freshman, she's just a couple months older than Tristan."
That makes no sense. "How?"
"She's adopted."
"Oh, okay. See, that makes sense."
"Yeah, sorry. Should have said that first."
"Anything else I need to know?" We've arrived at my locker, and I open it. Or at least, try to.
"Uh, Rory's best friends with a group of girls. Paris Gellar, Louise Grant, and Madeline Lynn."
"Madeline Lynn? That's a weird name." I grunt, pulling the locker door with all my might.
"No kidding. Oh, and Tristan will refer to Rory as 'Mary', but as of yet, she won't let anyone else get away with it."
"Why Mary?"
"When he was little, he couldn't pronounce Rory, so he called her Mary."
"And he still does it?"
"Yeah. It's just a habit now, I guess."
"Hey, can you help me with my locker? Please?"
"Sure." The guy pulls effortlessly on my locker door and it springs open at his touch.
"Wow. How'd you do that?" I ask, looking inside my empty locker.
"Practice."
"Oh. So who does Tristan hang around with?" I've found a note in my locker, and I decide to open it and read it.
"What?"
"You said Rory hung around with those three girls, and I was wondering who Tristan hung around with."
"Uh, let's see. There's Josh, Cary, Mike."
"Cary?"
"As in Grant."
"Ohh. So is that it?"
"Yeah, I guess. And, of course, whoever the girls are going out with at the time."
"So they all just hang in a big group?"
"Usually."
"Oh. Hey, this note says something about 'Gay Ray'? Who's that?"
"Oh, that's me," the guy says flippantly.
"Huh. Well, I'll see you later, G--" I have to catch myself. "Ray. Ray." I nod slightly, turn around calmly, and walk away as quickly as I can.
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Chilton Freshman #5
Rory DuGrey
"Is anyone sitting here?"
I look up to see who's disturbing my after school/reading time only to see this devestatingly handsome guy dressed in a Chilton uniform. He's about my height--5'8" or so. He's got fabulous green eyes and the most killer crooked smile.
"No." I answer his question almost breathlessly. God, he's cute.
"Care if I sit?"
"No," I say again. He smiles again and sits down. I clear some of my books from the small table and stick them back in my bookbag.
"What are you drinking?" He gestures to my large bowl-like cup.
"Oh, it's just coffee. I'm slightly addicted."
"Just coffee? No weird, Italian-like name, such as frappacino, or cappucino?"
"Nope, just coffee."
"Finally, someone who understands the mystique and joy of wonderful simple coffee."
"Very strong coffee." I agree, nodding my head empatically. He laughs.
"Yes, very strong coffee."
He smiles, and I smile back, but eventually my eyes stray back to my book.
"Not to be nosy, but what are you reading?"
"Ariel. It's a book of poems by Sylvia Plath."
"'The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.'" He recites the poem effortlessly, as if it's been lying on the tip of his tongue for days, just waiting to roll off.
"Impressive. But do you know what poem that is?"
"Tulips. Page 10."
I turn back to the table of contents, and sure enough, he's right.
"Do you always memorize what page the poems are on?"
"Not always. I've just always liked that poem."
That's so cool! Some guy likes a Sylvia Plath poem. "Me, too." I smile at him, and it's definitely not a flirty smile. It's a pleased smile.
"Nathaniel Collum," he announces, holding out his hand. "Freshman, and new to Chilton."
"Rory DuGrey," I tell him, shaking his hand. "Freshman also."
"Rory. That's an interesting name."
"It's short for Lorelai."
"That's also an interesting name."
"Yeah. It was my mom's." I pause for a second, and think about the fact that I share a name and genes with someone I've never met. Then I look back into Nathaniel's eyes. "So, you're new to Chilton. Where are you from?"
"Atlanta."
"That's interesting. You don't have an accent."
"Yeah. Not everyone down there has an accent. As a matter of fact, I only know a few people who do. Although it really depends on where you go."
"Oh. Do you say y'all?"
"Sometimes, if I'm not careful."
"Well, then do you have an accent?"
He laughs. "I dunno. You'll have to catch me at that sometime."
"Okay, I will." I smile at him, and he smiles back. Then I look away and take a sip of my coffee, before I get too goofy.
Chapter 4: Royal Chiltonites
Hey. Thanks for reviewing, everyone. Please tell me if the title of the story sucks, cause personally I think it does, I just don't know what to call it.
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Chilton Freshman #1
Louise Grant
For once in my life, I am looking forward to Christmas vacation ending so I can go back to school. Me. Louise Grant. I have never ever wanted to go to school in my whole entire fifteen years! But now, things are looking up. You wanna know why that is? I'll tell you.
Rory DuGrey.
I don't know how, but she is the most popular freshman at Chilton, and not only that, but she's famous among the upperclassmen too. I mean, upperclassmen. That's like, seniors and crap. They're practically in college, and they all know who Rory DuGrey is. Not only that, they know who I am, because I'm in her group. Of course, I've been in her group since pre-K. We all have. Who's we?
Well, there's me, Rory, Madeline Lynn, and Paris Gellar. I'm the makeup obsessed girly-girl who's been dating for...well, forever. Madeline's the dumb blonde. She's not blonde, she just acts like it. Actually, I'm the blonde, I just don't act like it. Well, whatever--Madeline's the clueless one, and that's all there is to it. Paris is, like, OCD when it comes to school. I mean it, she really has apparently no life. She spends all of her time competing with Rory for the top academic spot at school, and it's really not easy for her, but she's okay with that, because somehow, that stupid competitive attitude works for both of them. I know I could never handle that. I mean, if I was going for something I really liked--say, a date with the hottest guy in the freshman class, Tristan DuGrey--and someone came in between me and my prize? Girl's going down if she comes between me and my guy.
Like I'd ever go out with Tristan. Actually, you know, he's really cute. But still, he's Rory's brother. Rory's younger brother. He's fourteen till Febuary 1, you know. Yeah, he's younger--but my mom's having an affair with a younger guy. Although, you know, her younger guy is my dad's twenty-two-year-old assistant, but still.
Oh, wait! You're not supposed to know that.
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Chilton Freshman #2
Madeline Lynn
I really should stop drinking cappucinos before school because they always put me on edge. Then again, it's the first Monday back to school after Christmas break, and I am way off schedule, so basically I need the caffiene to wake me up. But I guess I could always wait till I get to school, because Paris is bound to yell at me before first period, and that always wakes me up.
Whatever. I've just had about fourteen cappucinos, and now I'm all on edge and jumpy, and that's going to make this an absolutely pleasant day, I'm sure.
Well, hey, at least I spent the weekend in New York. I got a makeover at Sephora and my mom took me on a shopping spree through Macy's, Saks Fifth Avenue, Barney's, and about a zillion other stores. Of course, yesterday when I took a shower all the makeup washed off, and this morning I could not figure out how to do it again. And I can't wear anything I bought on my shopping spree, because stupid Chilton makes us wear uniforms. Oh, except for this fabulous new barette clip thingy. I've got it in my hair right now, and I'm sure it's gonna be the first thing Louise notices about me and the first thing Paris yells at me about.
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Chilton Freshman #3
Paris Gellar
Yes! Finally, back to school. For such an academic minded school, Chilton is ridiculously lax about vacation. I mean, we were off for two weeks! The week including Christmas, and then the week including New Year's. I mean, yes, they are both holidays, and the only places really open on Christmas and New Year's are Wal-Mart, Blockbuster and Waffle House, but we lost a whole week in between those two days alone! And besides, I'm Jewish. I don't even celebrate Christmas, yet I got it off? How weird is that? I'm going to have to talk to Headmaster Charleston about this.
I'm at school early again, of course. Hardly anyone is here. I walk to the headmaster's office, but his secretary informs me he is not in yet. That is incredibly irresponsible. I walk back out of his office--huffily, I think is the best word to describe it--and into the hallway. Still, there's no one here. School starts in less than one hour! Do none of these people care?
"I don't want to be here!" a male voice whines around the corner. A very familiar male voice.
"Shut up and keep walking," an equally familiar female voice says harshly. I smile and wait for my best friend to round the corner.
"Mary, come on. The only people here this early are freaks and geeks."
"Shut up! And stop using random TV show titles in everday conversation."
"What? It's my trademark."
Rory sighs and turns the corner. She catches my eye and grins.
"Paris!" she squeals, running to meet me. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."
"I spent the night at your house Friday."
"Well, yeah, but you weren't wearing your uniform," she points out, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Have you had your coffee yet?"
"Two cups," Tristan mutters as he walks past us to his locker.
"Oh, no wonder you're off. You've only had two cups of coffee."
"Exactly. Wanna go around the corner with me?"
"Around the corner?" I ask, thinking it over. Around the corner from Chilton is a little cafe Rory likes to go to because that's where the coffee is. But school's supposed to start in less than fifty minutes, and I don't want to be late.
Rory can see the indecision on my face, because she says, "Don't worry, we'll be back in twenty minutes tops. Besides, I told Louise and Madeline to meet us there, and I want to see how long it takes them to show up."
"Okay," I say reluctantly. She smiles.
"Good. Let's go." She hooks one of her arms into the elbow of mine and we start walking out of the building. I can hear Tristan faintly in the background.
"Hey, what about Tristan?"
"Aw, forget about Tris. He'll just have to spend twenty minutes in school, all alone, save a few freaks, geeks, and teachers."
"Do you think I'm a freak?"
"Paris, everyone's a freak in their own way. You're just uber-obsessed with school and making it into a good college. Trust me, that's a good thing."
"How are you a freak?"
"Oh, me? I worship coffee, movies, and junk food, while still enjoying a few healthy foods and some classic books."
"Ah. How do you do that?"
"Practice. Lots of practice."
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Chilton Freshman #4
Nathaniel Collum
Today is my first day at my new school. Chilton. My mom dropped me off twenty minutes ago, and I went to the administrative office and everything. Now I'm just wandering around this large, intimidating school. I turn a corner and run smack dab into a blonde, blue-eyed guy who's a little bit taller than me and apparently the king of all he sees, like Yertle the Turtle in that Dr. Seuss story.
"In my way, man. That's so not cool." The guy shoots me a look like "hey, stay away! I'm king, you're jester--got it?" I gulp and nod. He does one of those wink/finger gun/tongue clicky things and walks off down the hallway. I turn and walk the opposite way.
"Hey. Hey!"
I turn around and notice this dorky looking guy with glasses standing off to the side.
"You're new, huh?"
"Yeah," I say. Great, now I've talked to the dork, and I'll never get popular. I'm guessing the tall blonde was the popular guy.
"Need a guide?"
"Sure," I say, resigned to my fate. You know, I was the cool guy in my old school. Oh, those days are over now.
"Okay, first of all you need to know who to stay away from."
"Whatever."
"That guy you ran into? He's the king of the freshman class."
"Figured as much."
"Tristan DuGrey. His sister's Rory DuGrey. She's beautiful--long dark hair, piercing blue eyes, great body--the whole nine yards."
"Great?" I ask, unsure of what to say to that.
"Yeah, it's great. But stay away from her, or else Tristan'll kill you. He's overly protective of his sister, even though he's younger than her."
"So Rory's an upperclassman?"
"Oh, no, she's a freshman, she's just a couple months older than Tristan."
That makes no sense. "How?"
"She's adopted."
"Oh, okay. See, that makes sense."
"Yeah, sorry. Should have said that first."
"Anything else I need to know?" We've arrived at my locker, and I open it. Or at least, try to.
"Uh, Rory's best friends with a group of girls. Paris Gellar, Louise Grant, and Madeline Lynn."
"Madeline Lynn? That's a weird name." I grunt, pulling the locker door with all my might.
"No kidding. Oh, and Tristan will refer to Rory as 'Mary', but as of yet, she won't let anyone else get away with it."
"Why Mary?"
"When he was little, he couldn't pronounce Rory, so he called her Mary."
"And he still does it?"
"Yeah. It's just a habit now, I guess."
"Hey, can you help me with my locker? Please?"
"Sure." The guy pulls effortlessly on my locker door and it springs open at his touch.
"Wow. How'd you do that?" I ask, looking inside my empty locker.
"Practice."
"Oh. So who does Tristan hang around with?" I've found a note in my locker, and I decide to open it and read it.
"What?"
"You said Rory hung around with those three girls, and I was wondering who Tristan hung around with."
"Uh, let's see. There's Josh, Cary, Mike."
"Cary?"
"As in Grant."
"Ohh. So is that it?"
"Yeah, I guess. And, of course, whoever the girls are going out with at the time."
"So they all just hang in a big group?"
"Usually."
"Oh. Hey, this note says something about 'Gay Ray'? Who's that?"
"Oh, that's me," the guy says flippantly.
"Huh. Well, I'll see you later, G--" I have to catch myself. "Ray. Ray." I nod slightly, turn around calmly, and walk away as quickly as I can.
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Chilton Freshman #5
Rory DuGrey
"Is anyone sitting here?"
I look up to see who's disturbing my after school/reading time only to see this devestatingly handsome guy dressed in a Chilton uniform. He's about my height--5'8" or so. He's got fabulous green eyes and the most killer crooked smile.
"No." I answer his question almost breathlessly. God, he's cute.
"Care if I sit?"
"No," I say again. He smiles again and sits down. I clear some of my books from the small table and stick them back in my bookbag.
"What are you drinking?" He gestures to my large bowl-like cup.
"Oh, it's just coffee. I'm slightly addicted."
"Just coffee? No weird, Italian-like name, such as frappacino, or cappucino?"
"Nope, just coffee."
"Finally, someone who understands the mystique and joy of wonderful simple coffee."
"Very strong coffee." I agree, nodding my head empatically. He laughs.
"Yes, very strong coffee."
He smiles, and I smile back, but eventually my eyes stray back to my book.
"Not to be nosy, but what are you reading?"
"Ariel. It's a book of poems by Sylvia Plath."
"'The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.'" He recites the poem effortlessly, as if it's been lying on the tip of his tongue for days, just waiting to roll off.
"Impressive. But do you know what poem that is?"
"Tulips. Page 10."
I turn back to the table of contents, and sure enough, he's right.
"Do you always memorize what page the poems are on?"
"Not always. I've just always liked that poem."
That's so cool! Some guy likes a Sylvia Plath poem. "Me, too." I smile at him, and it's definitely not a flirty smile. It's a pleased smile.
"Nathaniel Collum," he announces, holding out his hand. "Freshman, and new to Chilton."
"Rory DuGrey," I tell him, shaking his hand. "Freshman also."
"Rory. That's an interesting name."
"It's short for Lorelai."
"That's also an interesting name."
"Yeah. It was my mom's." I pause for a second, and think about the fact that I share a name and genes with someone I've never met. Then I look back into Nathaniel's eyes. "So, you're new to Chilton. Where are you from?"
"Atlanta."
"That's interesting. You don't have an accent."
"Yeah. Not everyone down there has an accent. As a matter of fact, I only know a few people who do. Although it really depends on where you go."
"Oh. Do you say y'all?"
"Sometimes, if I'm not careful."
"Well, then do you have an accent?"
He laughs. "I dunno. You'll have to catch me at that sometime."
"Okay, I will." I smile at him, and he smiles back. Then I look away and take a sip of my coffee, before I get too goofy.