*Still own nothing. Never have, never will. I also don't own Pretty
Woman, Edy's, Clueless, The Princess Diaries, Oliver Twist, Eminem, Nelly,
Bjork or Macy Gray. Not do I mean any offense the those who like any of
the above.*
*To answer your question, effie, Tristan deals and does drugs, that's why his nose was red. On another note, if I go along with what people want me to write, it won't be my story anymore. I'm not saying Rory won't have other love interests, but this isn't a Narco *shudders* and it's not a Literati, but that doesn't necessarily make it a Trory*
Rory Gilmore sat at her bedroom desk, hunched over a large World History textbook that hadn't yet been informed about the fall of the Berlin Wall. Surrounding the High Honors World History book, were notebooks, sheets of looseleaf, pens, pencils, highlighters, and other texts.
She sighed and glanced up, staring at the beaded lampshade of the light diagonally in front of her. Diagonally in front. Oxymoron. Oh, well.
Rory fingered the maroon and magenta beads, straining to hear the television, which was softly playing "Pretty Woman". Her mother was sitting on the sofa, hair in a messy yet stylish bun, munching on popcorn and reciting every line.
The thought of not having a perfect GPA often ran through Rory's thriving mind, screaming at her. She seldom wanted to live up to the teenage standard of not giving a damn, but found herself wishing that for once, she could just not care about homework. Or "forget" to study or take notes. Hell, maybe both.
Just once, she wanted to not care about getting into Harvard. She wanted to be a normal teenager and neglect her schoolwork by watching "Clueless" in her pajamas, digging through a carton of Edy's Espresso Chip.
Sure, things came easy for her, but that didn't mean she didn't have to study.
She wanted to play volleyball, and read "The Princess Diaries" instead of "Oliver Twist". She wanted to listen to Eminem and Nelly, not Bjork and Macy Gray.
She sighed once more and turned her attention back to the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand and his wife.
*To answer your question, effie, Tristan deals and does drugs, that's why his nose was red. On another note, if I go along with what people want me to write, it won't be my story anymore. I'm not saying Rory won't have other love interests, but this isn't a Narco *shudders* and it's not a Literati, but that doesn't necessarily make it a Trory*
Rory Gilmore sat at her bedroom desk, hunched over a large World History textbook that hadn't yet been informed about the fall of the Berlin Wall. Surrounding the High Honors World History book, were notebooks, sheets of looseleaf, pens, pencils, highlighters, and other texts.
She sighed and glanced up, staring at the beaded lampshade of the light diagonally in front of her. Diagonally in front. Oxymoron. Oh, well.
Rory fingered the maroon and magenta beads, straining to hear the television, which was softly playing "Pretty Woman". Her mother was sitting on the sofa, hair in a messy yet stylish bun, munching on popcorn and reciting every line.
The thought of not having a perfect GPA often ran through Rory's thriving mind, screaming at her. She seldom wanted to live up to the teenage standard of not giving a damn, but found herself wishing that for once, she could just not care about homework. Or "forget" to study or take notes. Hell, maybe both.
Just once, she wanted to not care about getting into Harvard. She wanted to be a normal teenager and neglect her schoolwork by watching "Clueless" in her pajamas, digging through a carton of Edy's Espresso Chip.
Sure, things came easy for her, but that didn't mean she didn't have to study.
She wanted to play volleyball, and read "The Princess Diaries" instead of "Oliver Twist". She wanted to listen to Eminem and Nelly, not Bjork and Macy Gray.
She sighed once more and turned her attention back to the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand and his wife.