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Rating: PG-13 for mild cussing
Spoilers: Do not read if you have not seen the whole first season.
Warnings: Not a whole lot of the Gilmore Girls, more Tristin, sorry. Characters may not totally be "in character," sorry again.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls or anything affiliated to it (AKA Rory, Lorelai, Tristin, Dean, Lane, Chilton Preparatory, Stars Hollow, Headmaster Charleston, Paris, etc., etc., etc. All I own is Josie Fitzgerald, Shawn Fitzgerald, and their parents. Please don't sue me, I'm too poor to squeeze any money out of.
Author's Notes: This is a point of a view of a character that is new to Stars Hollow and Chilton. Please be gentle, this was written on a whim. Feedback is nice, although not mandatory. I am not 100% sure on the locations of things in Stars Hollow, so I made educated guesses. I was thinking of making different POVs for this, such as maybe a Shawn POV, a Tristin POV, and/or a Rory POV. Just an idea, what do you think? Or maybe I should change this to a third person story with a know all, see all (I think it's called omniscient) thing.
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We drive into Stars Hollow in compete silence. The only sound is coming from our rental car's speakers. We pass a sign that says 'Welcome to Stars Hollow' and underneath says 'population 9,973.' Well I guess it's 9,977 now, then again, I wonder when was the last time they actually updated that sign. As we drive through the town, I observe the place in which I will live for two years.
We drive by a town square with a gazebo in the middle, a bookstore, Doose's Market, Al's Pancake World, a pizza place, a place with two signs, one saying 'William's Hardware' above the door and a smaller one hanging that says 'Luke's.' We take a right at a big rooster statue, and as we drive down the street we pass 'Patty's Dance Studio.' We stop at a house that has a lot of people who probably live around the neighborhood, standing in front of the house. Why are there a lot of people here? It's 4:30 PM on a Saturday afternoon. Don't they have anything better to do?
We get out of the car and make an attempt to walk to our house's front door, but were stopped by a large, old man who had a beard.
"Hello, welcome to Stars Hollow. My name is Taylor Doose," says the man. "I own Doose's Market."
"Hello," says my dad.
We proceed to try to go through, but yet again we are stopped in our tracks, this time by a short, chubby woman with a cat in her hand and next to a tall man.
"Hello, I'm Babette," says the woman. "This is my husband, Morey and this is my precious little kitty cat Apricot."
"Hi, nice to meet you," replies my mom, sounding somewhat uncomfortable.
"Okay, people!" shouts a woman. I look to the direction the voice is coming from and see a pretty woman in her thirties shooing away the crowd followed by an equally pretty girl around my age. "Give the newbies space! Go back to what you were doing before."
The crowd grumbled, but still listened to the woman and dispersed from the area.
"Sorry about that," says the woman. "They mean well, but sometimes they just get carried away."
"That's alright," says my dad. "Thank you for maintaining the masses."
"No problem," replies the woman. "By the way my name is Lorelai Gilmore and this is my daughter, Rory. We live next door to you."
"I'm Jack Fitzgerald," says my dad as he extends his hand and shakes hands with Lorelai. "This is my wife, Miki, and these are my two kids Mari and Shawn."
"Nice to meet ya," says Lorelai.
"Same," replies my mom.
I smile at Rory and she smiles back. Maybe she'll be my friend.
I look at my brother and he is staring at Rory. I elbow him in the ribs, and he comes back to reality.
"Well, we better go unpack," says my dad. "It was nice meeting you."
"Bye," says Lorelai. "Have fun unpacking."
"We'll try," I mock excitement.
We walk to our house and go up on the porch. My dad takes out a key and unlocks the door. When we walk into the house, I see a lot of boxes filled with our belongings. A couple of days before, a moving van brought our stuff to Stars Hollow and put them into the house.
"So, do we get to choose rooms, or did you already pick them for us?" I ask.
"Well, there are four rooms. Three which are upstairs and one down here," says my dad. "Your mom and I get the master bedroom which is at the back of the house upstairs. You and Shawn can decide between the three other rooms."
"Okay," I reply. "I'm going to take a look at them now."
I walk upstairs and walk into the closest of the two rooms. Good space, nice view, and a medium closet. Maybe. I stroll to the other room, which is located at the front of the house. I walk into the room and see that there are French doors, which lead to a good-sized balcony. Yes! I've always wanted a balcony! I run back downstairs where my parents and Shawn are sorting through the boxes.
"I know which room I want," I tell Shawn.
"Which one?" asks Shawn.
"The one with the balcony," I answer him.
"There's one with a balcony?" asks Shawn.
"No, I made it up just so you can ask me that question," I reply sarcastically. "Of course there is a balcony, why would I make that up?"
"I don't know," shrugged Shawn.
"So is it alright if I take that room?" I ask.
An evil grin spreads across Shawn's face.
"What will you do for it?" asks Shawn.
"I won't tell a certain girl named Rory who lives next door that you think she's hot," I reply.
The grin on Shawn's face disappears.
"Fine," sighs Shawn. "Take it."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I tell Shawn as I hug him.
"No problem," says Shawn. "What's a big brother for."
"If I remember correctly, I was born before you by exactly 5 minutes and 26 seconds," I recount.
"Maybe I meant by size," says Shawn.
"Yeah, right," I reply.
I search the rooms downstairs for my boxes. After about 30 minutes, I manage to locate all of my belongings. One by one, I take all the boxes into my new room. After I put the boxes into one corner, I inspect the room. The room is rectangular, and semi-large. I envision where everything will be. The bed will go into that corner under the side window, the desk will be over there, the dresser and stereo there, my bookshelf there, and finally the TV and its stand will go there. Now the only problem is getting the furniture up here.
I walk downstairs again and look around for my furniture. I first find the box with my bed frame in it. I grab that and drag it into my room. I have my brother and dad help me bring my desk, dresser, bookshelf, and TV & it's stand. I go to the garage to grab two lawn chairs and one recliner lawn chair for my balcony.
"Dad, where's the wrench and screwdriver?" I ask as I walk towards my room.
"Um, I think it's in one of the boxes," replies my dad.
"Okay," I reply.
"What do you need it for?" asks my dad.
"I am going to put my bed frame together," I answer.
"Do you want my help?" my dad asks.
"No, I'm cool," I reply.
"Alright," says my dad. "Well, I'll be in the living room unpacking things if you need."
"Okay," I say.
I go upstairs and put the chairs on the balcony. After that, I go downstairs, find the screwdriver and wrench, and then go back to my room to put my bed frame together. I put all the furniture in the spot I want it to be, then put away my clothes and other belongings. As I am doing that, I hear the doorbell ring. I'm sure someone will get that.
I ignore the doorbell and continue to put my things away. After I am done with that, I look for some of my posters and pictures I have. I put up nine large posters up on the walls, then put some of my pictures that were in frames around the room. When I am done with that I go downstairs. My stomach growls. I look at my watch and see that it's 7:00 PM.
I go to the kitchen to see if there is any food in it, but unfortunately it's empty. I search the house to find my mom in the dining room unpacking things.
"Mom, what's for dinner?" I ask her.
"Go ask your father," replies my mom.
"Alright," I reply.
I walk into the living room where my dad is also unpacking.
"Dad, what's for dinner?" I ask him.
"I don't know, ask your mother," answers my dad.
"I already did," I tell him. "That's why I am asking you."
"I guess we could order pizza," replies my dad.
"Oh, I remember seeing a pizza place in town," I say. "I could go order a pizza and buy some pop at the market."
"Okay honey, that would be great," says my dad.
My dad grabs his wallet from his back pocket and takes out 2 20-dollar bills and a $10.
"Here you go," says my dad as he hands me the money. "Why don't you buy some food for the week, too. Oh and how about you ask your brother if he'll go with you."
"Okay," I reply.
I go to the room that's downstairs and see Shawn putting some posters up on the wall.
"Hey, do you wanna go into town to buy pizza and pop?" I ask him.
"Sure," says Shawn.
We leave the house and retrace the direction in which we drove. We soon get to the main street. As we get closer to the pizza place, I give Shawn a $20.
"Why don't you order the pizza and I will go to the market to buy food?" I suggest.
"Okay," says Shawn.
"And if you don't get my Hawaiian half, I will kill you," I threaten him.
"Don't worry, I won't forget," says Shawn.
Shawn walks into the pizza place and I continue to walk on the sidewalk until I get to Doose's market. As I enter the market the first thing to catch my eyes is the back of dark haired guy around my age sweeping the store's floor. I grab a basket, then go around to another side of the store to get a better look of the guy.
Oh my god, he is really cute. The teenage guy was about the same height as my brother and was very concentrated on his sweeping. You're here to shop for food, not for guys.
I stop staring at the guy and roam the aisles to look for things suitable for this week's meals. As I go another aisle someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around and see it's the guy who was sweeping comes up to me.
"Do you need help finding anything?" asks the guy.
I look into his beautiful gray-green eyes.
"No, just getting aquatinted with my local market," I reply.
"Well I hope you two are getting along," jokes the guy.
"Oh yeah, I think were going to become best friends," I joke back.
The guy smiles at me. God he has a nice smile.
"So, are you new in town? I mean, I haven't seen you in here before," says the guy.
"Yeah, my family and me just moved here from San Francisco," I reply. "Have you lived here long?"
"No, my family moved here from Chicago last year," says the guy. "By the way, my name's Dean."
"Josie," I reply.
"Nice to meet you," says Dean.
"Back at ya," I say.
"So are you going to attend Stars Hollow High?" asks Dean.
"Actually, I'm not sure," I reply. "Has school already started for you guys?"
"Yeah, a couple of days ago," says Dean. "You'll probably end up going there since it's the only school in this town."
"Probably," I say.
"Well, I better let you go back to your shopping," says Dean.
"Alright. Nice talking to you."
"Same."
Dean walks away and goes to the checkout stand to help bag some groceries, while I get back to shopping. I grab a week's worth of food and then head out to the checkout stand where Dean is.
"Hello again," I say to Dean.
"Hi," replies Dean as he puts my groceries into bags.
"That's be $26.95," says the cashier.
I hand him the $20 and the $10. He hands me back the change and I put it into my pocket.
"Here you go," says Dean as he hands me the two bags of groceries
"Thank you," I reply as I take them. "See you around."
"Sure," says Dean.
I head out of the market and go to the pizza place where I see Shawn sitting inside, waiting for the pizza. I walk into the pizza place and sit down at the table that Shawn is at.
"So, when's the pizza gonna be ready?" I ask.
"They said 20 minutes 10 minutes ago," says Shawn.
"So basically in 10 minutes," I say, more as a statement than a question.
"Yep," answers Shawn.
We wait about 10 minutes, then our pizza comes. Shawn grabs the two medium pizza boxes and we leave the pizza place. As we walk down the street, I peer into the place that had two signs. I look into the store and see that it was not a hardware store, but a diner.
"We should eat breakfast there tomorrow," I suggest.
"I guess," says Shawn. "But I think we should eat at Al's Pancake World."
I read a sign that's in the window of Al's Pancake World
"Um, I don't think they serve pancakes," I say.
"What are you talking about? Of course they serve pancakes," says Shawn. "Why would the call it Al's Pancake World if they didn't serve pancakes?"
"I don't know," I reply. "But look in the window."
Shawn looks at the window and sees the sign that say "Serving Stars Hollow's international cuisine."
"Okay, so I guess that's out," says Shawn.
We soon get to our house and we walk up the porch stairs, into the house.
"Food's here!" I yell.
Shawn and I walk to the kitchen and put the pizza and food onto the kitchen counter. I open the cabinets to see that my mom or dad put away the dishes. I grab four plates and put on the counter, next to the pizza. I open one of the boxes of pizza, pull out two slices of Hawaiian pizza and then place it onto my plate. Next, I grab a tall glass from another cabinet and fill it with Coke.
I move to the living room where our TV is and place my food and drink on the coffee table. I grab the remote and try to turn on the TV, but nothing happens. I walk up to the back of TV and see that it's not plugged in. I take the cord and plug it into the wall. As I sit back onto the couch in front of the TV, I notice a large package on the floor. It must have been a delivery person who rang the doorbell earlier. I see that it's addressed to Mari and Shawn Fitzgerald. I open the box and empty the things out of it. Two blue plaid skirts, two navy blue slacks, two navy blue vests, some white button shirts (both long sleeved and short,) one navy blue and a lighter blue striped tie, a bow thingy, and finally two navy blue blazers. What is this? On the blazers, it says CHILTON. Chilton? What's Chilton?
"Mom? Dad? What's this?" I yell.
My parents come into the living room.
"What's what?" asks my dad.
"This," I answer, holding up the blazer with Chilton on it.
"Oh, those are yours and Shawn's Chilton uniforms," replies my dad.
My eyebrows scrunch together as I try to remember him every talking about Chilton, but my mind draws a blank.
"What's Chilton?" I ask.
"Chilton Preparatory School in Hartford," says my dad. "You know, the private school in Hartford that you and Shawn were accepted to."
"I have no clue when you told me about this," I admit to him.
"On the airplane ride here," says my dad. "I told you and Shawn all about it."
"UmmI wasn't really paying attention on the plane ride," I reply. "I was more concentrating on the music I was listening to and the book I was reading."
"And all this time I just thought you were too mad at us to talk to us," says my mom.
Wow, I didn't know my parents could be so dumb.
"I don't want to go to a private school," I tell them. "I want to go to Stars Hollow High."
"Chilton is a exceptional school," says my father. "You should be thankful you got in."
"I don't care," I reply. "It's a hard school right?"
"Correct," says my father.
"I barely am able to maintain a 3.5 in public school," I say. "What makes you think I can get good grades there?"
"Maybe if you put as much concentration into your writing and your interest in TV in your schoolwork you would get better grades," scolds my dad.
"Maybe I would," I reply. "But I still am not going to Chilton!"
"Yes you are!" says my father sternly.
"First you force me to move here and now you're forcing me to go to a private school," I say. "Don't you realize you are ruining my life?!?"
"Mari, honey," says my dad. "Chilton will help your chances of getting into Berkeley and then Harvard Law, just like I did."
"I can't believe what I am hearing," I say in disbelief. "You talk as if you know what I want, but in actuality, you don't know me at all."
I grab my pizza and pop, then storm to my room. When I reach my bedroom door, I place my food and drink on the floor, open the door, pick up my dinner, and then place the dinner on my nightstand next to my bed. I walk back to the door and slam it shut so the sound will echo through the house.
I change out of my clothes, into my blue PJs, then walk to my bookshelf and pull out my Limp Bizkit CD. I go to my stereo and insert the CD into the CD drive. I grab the remote, and plop onto my bed. I sit crisscrossed on my bed and use the stereo's remote to select number 4, "Break Stuff." As the song start to play, I turn the sound up and I start to eat my pizza. While I take my second bite of the pizza, I think about what just happened downstairs. I can't believe they've known me for almost 17 years and don't even know me at all. I've told him numerous times of what I want to do, and they just nod and smile and don't absorb any of the fucking information I give them. I somberly eat my pizza and drink my Coke quickly. After I am done with my food and drink, I set my alarm clock for 9:30 AM. And as I lie back in bed, tears come streaming down my face. Why can't my parents just understand what I want? I want to be a psychologist, not a lawyer like my dad. That's Shawn who wants to follow in my dad's footsteps, not me. It's not like they think being a psychologist is a bad job, they just think that being a lawyer is better or something. When will they just listen to what I have to say? I blink my eyes and another tear streams down the side of my cheek. I close my eyes and slowly fall asleep.
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The next day I wake up to my alarm. I walk to the bathroom and take a quick shower. After the shower I walk back to my room and change into some khaki shorts and a plain blue t-shirt. I slip into some flip-flop sandals, then walk back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair.
After my teeth are cleaned and my hair is put up into a ponytail, I walk downstairs to find the house practically empty.
"Hello? Anyone home?" I call.
Shawn comes from where his room is.
"Mom and Dad went to Hartford for the day," says Shawn.
"Did they leave any money?" I ask.
"Yeah," replies Shawn. "They left $20 for us to do whatever with it."
"Oh, alright," I reply. "So do you wanna go to that diner to eat some breakfast?"
"Sure," says Shawn.
We walk out of the house and lock the door. As we stroll over to the diner that had said 'Luke's' on a sign I decide to talk to him about Chilton.
"So what do you think about Chilton?" I ask.
"I think it will be a good change for us," says Shawn.
"What's with you and change? It's like you relish it or something," I comment.
"But this is a positive change," says Shawn.
"I know, I know, Mr. 4.0 Good Student," I reply. "Chilton will help you get into Harvard."
"Yes, it probably will," says Shawn. "But it also will challenge us to become the best and brightest we can be."
"The thing is Shawn, you are good at juggling schoolwork, after-school activities, and social life," I interject. "While I on the other hand suck at it. Big time."
"That's only because you procrastinate," responds Shawn.
"Yeah, yeah," I reply.
"You are really smart, Jos," says Shawn.
"Yeah, I am a real smart ass," I sigh.
"Josie, you are smart," starts Shawn. Oh no, here comes the "Let's try to raise Josie's self-esteem" train. I bet he's going to say the same thing dad said last night. "If you took half the time you take watching TV and writing your stories"
"Oh no, not that again," I interrupt Shawn. Same idea, but different sequence. I know Shawn too well. "Dad told me that same bull shit, and I don't want to here it. I get good grades, but not great grades like my genius brother. You know it, mom knows it, I know it too well, and Dad rubs it in my face. I am sick of this. Shawn, I love you a lot. You're my brother, but will you please just stop feeding me the same crap dad does."
"Fine," says my brother.
Without even realizing it, we had passed Luke's about 3 blocks before.
"Let's go eat," I say.
"That's what were doing in the first place," says Shawn in an irritated tone
Shawn starts to walk in the same direction we were going.
"Umm, Shawn?" I say.
"What?" asks Shawn in the same irritated tone.
"We kinda passed Luke's," I tell him.
"Oh," replies Shawn.
He turns around and we walk to the diner.
"Look," I tell Shawn. "I'm just still mad at mom and dad. I know you were just an innocent bystander and I shouldn't have blown up at you, I'm sorry."
"That's okay," says Shawn.
"No it's not," I reply. "I was a bitch."
"Yes, you were," jokes Shawn.
I give Shawn a small shove.
"Hey! You weren't supposed to agree to that," I whine.
We soon get back to the diner and are standing in front of the door.
I stick my hand out. "Truce?"
Shawn shakes my hand. "Truce."
I smile at Shawn. As we walk into the diner, I see our new neighbors Lorelai and Rory sitting with an Asian girl at one of the tables by the window. I wave to them and they wave back. Shawn and I go up to the counter and take a seat on one of the stools.
A scruffy, good-looking man wearing a flannel shirt, jeans, and a backwards blue baseball cap walks up to us.
"Who are you two?" asks the man, suspiciously.
"Who are you?" I ask back. What a strange town.
The man looks at me as if was the strangest person his ever met.
Lorelai walks up to counter next to us.
"Luke, stop harassing the teens and take their order," says Lorelai.
Luke scowls, then grabs menus and gives them to us.
I glance at the menu, and then quickly see what I want.
"I'll have two slices of French toast, scrambled eggs, and a cup of coffee," I say.
"How old are you?" asks Luke.
"16," I reply. "Why?"
"You're too young for coffee," says Luke.
"Does it have alcohol in it?" I ask.
Luke looks at me strangely again.
"No," answers Luke.
"Then I am sure I can handle it," I reply.
"I think I like this girl," says Lorelai. "And while you're back there Luke, mind giving me a refill?"
"I just gave you a refill 10 minutes ago," protests Luke.
"And now it's empty," says Lorelai. "Please?"
"It'll kill you," warns Luke.
"But I'd die a very happy woman," says Lorelai.
Luke grabs the pot of coffee and fills Lorelai's cup and a cup for me. Lorelai smiles at Luke. Luke looks over at Shawn.
"Do you want coffee, too?" Luke asks him.
"No," replies Shawn "I'd like a glass of orange juice, two pancakes, and an omelet." As Shawn is ordering I put some cream and four teaspoons of sugar in my cup of coffee.
"Alright," said Luke.
Luke grabs a glass and pours some orange juice into it, then leaves us to make the breakfast.
"So, do you two want to join us at our table?" asks Lorelai.
"Sure," I reply. "Thanks."
I grab my cup of coffee and Shawn & I follow Lorelai to where Rory is sitting with her friend.
"Hi Rory," I say when I get to the table.
"Hi Marie right?" says Rory.
"Actually I go by my middle name, Josie," I say.
"Why's that?" asks Lorelai.
"Well, I just like Josie better," I reply. "And whenever people read my name on a piece of people they say I'm Mary cuz it's spelled M A R I."
"Oh," says Lorelai. Lorelai glances at the Asian girl who looks like she's waiting for Lorelai to mention her. "I forgot to introduce you to Lane. Lane, this is Josie and this is Shawn. Shawn and Josie, this is Lane."
"Hi," I smile.
"Hey," says Shawn.
"Hello," says Lane.
There was an awkward short silence, which was ended by Lorelai.
"So, I've been meaning to ask you this since yesterday," says Lorelai. "Are you two really related?"
"Mom!" half-screeches Rory.
"What?" asks Lorelai.
"Don't worry we get that all the time," I laugh. If you saw Shawn and me next to each other, you would never guess we were related, let alone twins. He had our dad's reddish hair while I had our mom's black hair. And while I had our dad's green eyes, he had our mom's brown eyes. We looked very unusually different. The doctor was even surprised at the results. The only thing we have in common is that we are both kinda tall. He's 6'2" and I'm 5'8". (Note to reader from author: have no clue if this is possible, but let's just pretend it is, all right?) "We're actually twins."
"You're kidding! You, him, twins?" says Lorelai in disbelief.
"As far as we know," I reply. I slightly lower my voice and give them a serious look. "But I'm still leaning towards that he's really an alien we found on the doorsteps."
Lane, Rory, and Lorelai chuckle at my bad joke, while no sounds come out of my brother. Usually Shawn would make a snappy comeback, but right now he was too busy checkin' out Rory. If this were a cartoon, he'd be that wolf who sees a hot babe and his tongue flaps out and his eyes bulge out.
"So, does your brother talk or does he belong to a Charlie Chaplin movie and I'm expected to read subtitles?" asks Lorelai while laughing.
"Yes, he does," I say as I pinch his cheeks. "Don't you, Shawnie boy?"
"Ow," says Shawn as he rubs his cheeks.
"He speaks," I mock gasp.
Everyone at the table laughs again.
Before anyone can say anything more, Luke comes to our table with Shawn's and my food.
"Here you go," says Luke as he puts our food in front of us.
"Thank you," I say.
"Thanks," says Shawn.
Luke saunters away and goes back behind the counter.
As I start to dig into my food, Lane asks us if we are going to Stars Hollow High.
"No," answers Shawn. "Actually, we are going to a private school in Hartford."
"Really?" says Lorelai. "What's it called?"
"Chilton Preparatory," says Shawn. "Have you heard of it?"
"Heard of it?" exclaims Lorelai. "My little Rory goes there."
"Mom," says Rory. "I could have told them myself."
"I know babe, but I sometimes like telling people my future Harvard graduate is going to Chilton," says Lorelai.
"You want to go to Harvard?" I ask Rory. She nods in a yes. "Oh, so does Shawn."
Shawn gives me a look which I've come to know as the "I can speak for myself" look.
"Really?" says Rory. "What do want to study?"
"Law," answers Shawn. "How about you?"
"Journalism and Political Science," replies Rory.
Lorelai glances at her watch.
"Well, as much as I'd to stay here and chat, I better get going if I wanna get to work on time," says Lorelai. "But first, let me harass Luke into getting me a coffee to go. Be right back."
"So, how long have you been going to Chilton?" I ask Rory as Lorelai walks up to the counter.
"Last year was my first year there," answers Rory.
"How do you like it?" I ask.
"The work can be very overwhelming," says Rory. "But you learn a lot."
"And how are the people?" I ask. "Particularly the fellow classmates?"
"They're" Rory pauses for a second. "Alright."
"That bad, huh?" I ask.
"Worse," laughs Rory.
"What's worse than what?" asks Lorelai from behind me.
I turn and see she has a paper cup, which is probably filled with warm coffee, in her hands.
"Rory was just telling me about my new classmates," I tell Lorelai.
"Ah," says Lorelai. "Like I said before, I'd like to stay and talk, I have got to get going."
Lorelai kisses Rory on the cheek.
"See you for lunch," says Lorelai.
"Bye mom," says Rory.
"Bye Lane, Shawn, and Josie," says Lorelai as she walks to the door.
"Bye," says Lane, Shawn, and I in unison.
As Lorelai walks out of the diner, Shawn stands up.
"Well, I better get going," says Shawn.
"Why?" I ask him.
"I need to go find a job," answers Shawn.
"You should go see Miss Patty," says Lane.
"The owner of Patty's Dance Studio?" asks Shawn.
"Yeah," replies Lane.
"Um, I'm not much of a dancer," says Shawn.
"No, I mean, Miss Patty knows what's what in Stars Hollow, so she'd might no if someone's looking for someone to hire," says Lane.
"Okay, thanks," says Shawn.
"Ooh, while you're there, could ya ask for a job for me?" I ask Shawn.
Shawn looks at my face to see if I'm a serious and sees that I am.
"Fine," says Shawn. "See you at home."
"Okay," I reply.
"Bye Lane, Rory," says Shawn as he put his hand up as a sort of a wave.
"Bye," says Rory.
"Bye Shawn," says Lane.
Shawn walks to the door and vacates the building.
"You're brother is cute," comments Lane.
"Lane!" hisses Rory.
"What?" says Lane innocently.
"One word: Henry," says Rory.
"Right. Sorry," says Lane. "Momentary relapse."
Luke walks up to our table.
"Are you going to order something else, or are you just gonna sit there and loiter?" asks Luke.
"You know you love it when we loiter," teases Rory.
Luke doesn't answer, but I can see a smile trying to immerge on his face.
"Um, could I please pay for my and my brother's breakfast?" I ask.
"Sure," says Luke. "Come to the counter."
We walk up to the counter and he goes to the cash register to ring in the amount. I give him the twenty, and he gives me the change. I walk back to the table.
"So, do you two wanna come to my house and hang?" I ask Lane and Rory.
"Umm" says Lane.
"I'll use this money to buy junk food," I bribe them.
"Sold!" says Lane. "But we have to go to my house to ask my mom if I can."
"Okay," I say. "How about you Rory?"
"Sure," says Rory.
"Then let's go," says Lane.
Rory and Lane stand up from the seats and the three of us walk out of the diner. We walk down the main street until we get to a small house with a small, white picket fence around it. There is a sign in the ground in front of the house that says "Kim's Antiques." We step through the gate and walk into the house.
Rory, Lane, and I enter the house full of furniture spread around.
"Mom!" yells Lane.
"Lane?" says a voice from somewhere in the clutter.
"Mom, where are you?" shouts Lane.
"In the kitchen," says Lane's mom, Ms. Kim.
Lane leads the way to the kitchen. As soon as we walk into the kitchen, Ms. Kim looks at me.
"Who are you?" asks Ms. Kim. Must everyone keep asking that? Maybe I should start wearing a nametag that says: "Hello my name is Josie. I'm new here."
"Mom, this is Josie," says Lane. "She just moved into the house next to Rory'a house."
"Are you Asian?" ask Ms. Kim. "You look Asian."
"Mom," starts Lane.
"It's alright," I say to Lane. I turn to Ms. Kim. "I am half Japanese."
"Oh," says Ms. Kim
"So Mom, I was wondering if I could go to Josie's house," says Lane.
"What would you do?" asks Ms. Kim.
"We'd just hangout and talk," says Lane.
"Hangout?" repeats Ms. Kim.
"You know, sit around," says Lane.
"Ummsure," says Ms. Kim hesitantly. "Give me the number to the house in case I need to call you and be home by 1:15 to get ready for church."
"Okay," says Lane.
She grabs a pad of paper and a pen then hands them to me. I scribble my name and number down then hand the pad of paper and pen back to Lane. Lane then rips of the page, and hands it to her mom.
"Bye mom," says Lane. "Thanks."
"Bye Ms. Kim," I say, "It was nice to meet you."
"Mmm huh," says Ms. Kim.
"Bye Ms. Kim," says Rory.
We walk back out of Lane's house and onto the main street.
"Well I think that's the first time I got to go somewhere without a full interrogation," says Lane.
"Yeah, that was a little strange," comments Rory.
"Hmm," is all I say. "Wanna go to the market, now?"
"Sure," says Lane.
"Okay," says Rory.
We walk into the market and while Rory walks off, I immediately look for Dean with Lane walking next to me. I hate to admit it, but Dean is partially the reason I don't want to go to Chilton.
"Looking for someone?" asks Lane. She must have noticed me looking around.
"Just this guy I met in here yesterday," I tell her quietly. "He was really nice and very cute."
"Oh," says Lane. "What was his name?"
"Dean," I reply.
"Dean?" repeats Lane in a slight gasp.
"What?" I ask her. She's acting a little weird. "Do you know him?"
"Yeah, I know him," says Lane.
We turn around a corner and I look up to see Rory and Dean kissing next to some cans Dean must have been stacking. No! This is great, the first guy I start to like here is the boyfriend of the first person I start to become friends with. What luck.
"Oh," I say in a low voice. "Let me guess. He's Rory's boyfriend?"
"Yep," says Lane. "Sorry."
"For what? I'm fine," I say, trying to sound unaffected.
Dean and Rory break from their kiss and turn to see Lane and me standing nearby.
"Didn't know we had an audience," says Rory.
"You didn't," I say. "We just got here."
"Hey, since you and Dean are both here," starts Rory. "I guess I should introduce you to each other. Josie this is my boyfriend, Dean. Dean this is my new neighbor, Josie. She's going to go to Chilton."
"We've met," I reply.
"Oh," says Rory.
"Hi Dean," I say.
"Hey," replies Dean.
"Well, I better go find something that will probably rot my teeth," I joke.
"Aisle 5," says Dean.
"Thanks," I reply.
I walk to the aisle with the candy, followed by Lane.
"You can get 4 dollars worth of junk food," I tell her.
"Okay, thanks," says Lane.
We browse through the candy and look for something to buy. I pick a large bag of Hershey Kisses and a bag of Carmel Apple Suckers, while Lane picks a big bag of M&M's and a bag of Skittles.
"Rory?" I call through the store. "Do you want anything?"
"How about some Doritos?" suggests Rory.
"Sure," I reply. Rory come over to us with a bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos in her hands. "How about something to drink? Coke, Dr. Pepper, Cherry Coke, or anything else?"
"Coke's fine," replies Rory.
"Lane?"
"Coke's good," answers Lane.
"Coke it is," I say.
I walk to one of the refrigerators and grab 2 2-liters of Coke. Lane, Rory, and I walk up to the checkstand where Dean is working at the register. He rings up our items, and puts them into bags.
"That'll be $11.83," says Dean when he is done ringing up our items. "So what are you guys going to do today?"
"We're going to hang at my house," I tell him as I give him 12 dollars.
"That's nice," says Dean. He hands me my change. "17ยข is your change."
"Thanks," I say.
"Well have fun," says Dean.
"Bye Dean," says Rory. "I'll call you later."
"Bye," says Dean.
We walk out of the market and walk to my house. As we walk up to the porch, I reach inside my pocket for my key, then unlock the front door. I let Lane and Rory go in first then I follow them in and close the door after me.
"So do you guys wanna hang down here or in my room?" I ask. "I have a balcony."
"Your room sounds good," says Lane.
"Okay," I reply. "Follow me."
I lead them up my house's stairs until we get to my room. As we walk in, Lane and Rory look at my posters. They first look at my Save the Last Dance poster, then my Limp Bizkit, then my NSync poster, then Backstreet Boys, followed by my Tyrese, No Doubt, Crazy Town, Blink 182, and finally my Krystal Harris poster.
"Okay," says Rory. "I recognize Blink 182, No Doubt, the Save the Last Dance poster, and finally that boy group that I don't know the name of but recognize as the poster my grandma put on my wall in my room at her house, but who are the others.
"Well that's Limp Bizkit," I say pointing to one. "That's the Backstreet Boys, that's Tyrese who is a model/singer/actor/ex-MTV VJ, and that's Krystal Harris."
"Interesting," says Rory.
I look over at Lane who is standing next to my bookshelf looking at my CDs selection.
"Okay, you have a varied tasted in music," comments Lane.
"Yep," I reply. "Do you want to listen to anything?"
"Umm" Lane looks through my vast and large CD collection. She takes out one of the CD cases and hands it to me. "How about Save Ferris?"
"Okay," I reply. I take the CD and put it into my CD. I push the CD play and then I open the French doors that leads to the balcony as "The World is New" starts to play.
"Do you guys want to go outside on the balcony?" I ask them.
"Sure," replies Rory.
"Okay," says Lane.
We walk out the French doors and step onto the balcony. A warm breezes hits my face as I sit down onto the recliner lawn chair on one side of the balcony while Lane and Rory seat on lawn chairs on the other.
"So, are you going to start school on tomorrow?" Rory asks me.
"That's the plan," I reply. "Do you have any advice?"
"Take good notes, study hard for tests, don't be late for class, and avoid people who answer to the name Tristin DuGray or Paris Gellar," says Rory.
"Why should I avoid them?" I ask.
"They are basically spawns of the devil, or so I believe," says Rory.
"Okay, now what did they do to deserve these harsh titles?" I ask.
"Ummlong story which you probably don't want to hear," says Rory.
"No, no," I tell. "Actually I'd love to hear. I mean, I do need practice listen to people's problems if I want to have a job that tries to help them come to terms with them or whatever."
"You want to be a psychologist?" asks Rory.
"Well, that or a bartender," I joke. "But seriously, I do want to hear all about your first year at Chilton and your interactions with Tristin and Paris. Maybe I can even analyze their actions and tell you why they might have done what they did."
"I already know that answer," says Rory. "It's because they are absolutely crazy."
"Maybe," I reply. "So tell me all about it. And I don't mind if you ramble and it turns into a long monologue or just babble."
"Okay," says Rory. "The first day of school, things started bad between Paris and I and Tristin and I. Paris tells me I never beat her at being the top of the class, and then Tristin harasses me and calls me Mary. And then when I try to open my locker, I fly backwards and straight into Paris who had a castle in her hands. The castle falls and breaks and Paris hates me even more. She refuses to let me help her fix the castle and then threatens that if I don't stay out of her way she will make school a living hell for me."
"At the dance a couple of months later Tristin picked a fight with Dean. A few weeks later, Paris caught my mom and my teacher kissing and spread it around the cafeteria."
"Was there a time where you got along with Tristin or Paris?" I ask.
"Yeah, actually for awhile there was," says Rory. "After a concert thing in January me and Paris sort of became friends and Tristin and I came to anunderstanding."
"An understanding?" I repeat. "How did that happen?"
"Well, on the night of before Dean and my three-month, Dean and I broke up. The next night I went to a Chilton party with Lane. Tristin got dumped by his girlfriend at the time, and later that night we talked and I saw a new side of Tristin; a side that had feelings. And we sorta came to a understanding."
"And kissed," muttered Lane.
"Did you just say they kissed?" I ask Lane.
"Lane," scolds Rory.
"Sorry, it slipped," apologizes Lane.
"You kissed Tristin?" I ask Rory.
"It was more like he kissed me," answers Rory.
"Mmm hmm," I say. "Was it a good kiss?"
"I have to admit it, the kiss was nice," says Rory.
"Okay, so at this point things were somewhat okay between you, Tristin, and Paris," I recap. "So what happened?"
"Well, a couple days after, I convinced Tristin to ask Paris out because Paris has and probably still does have the biggest crush on Tristin. So he asked her out," says Rory. "But when Tristin told Paris he just wanted to be friends and that I had told him he should go out with her. So Paris becomes mad at me thinking I gave her my cast-offs or something. I confront Tristin and asked him why he told her it was my idea and being a guy his answer was "I didn't know it was a secret." When I asked him why didn't he just try he asked me if it was better to keep dating her even though he liked someone else. So I asked him if he wasn't over Summer, which is who I assumed he was talking about. And he said, in a sarcastic tone "Yeah, I'm not over Summer. But what put the icing on the cake was the last day of school, Tristin told Paris I was going to a PJ Harvey concert with him, so she got hated me even more. I told Tristin I was not going to the concert with him and he says he doesn't know anyone else he likes the guy. I mean he thought PJ Harvey was a guy. Why would you buy tickets to a concert that you have no who the artist is?"
"He probably got them thinking there was no way you would turn him down on the date," I tell Rory.
"Why would he do that?" asks Rory.
For a very smart girl, she sure can be dumb.
"He likes you," I reply.
"No," says Rory.
"Yes."
"No way, he's mean to me," says Rory. "If you like someone, you don't treat them like crap."
"When I was in the fourth grade there was this boy named Robbie Mitchell who would always pick on me," I say. "He'd pull my hair, tease me. I told my mom about him and she says he probably likes me."
"And you're point is?" asks Rory.
"The way Tristin treats you is his first graders way of saying he really likes you," I say.
"No, I don't believe it," says Rory.
"Well, it's true," I reply. "Did he do anything after you said you weren't going with him to try to get you to go with him, or did he just give up."
"He stole my books and said he wouldn't give them back to me until I said yes," says Rory.
"See, first grade reaction," I reply.
"I told him to keep the books and as I walked away from hi, I saw Dean," says Rory.
"Is that when you got back together?' I ask.
"Yep," says Rory. "After we kissed and made up, I look back at Tristin, he's gone and my books were on the ground."
"Oh," I say. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you and Dean break up in this first place?"
"Umm" says Rory. "Well"
"It's alright, you don't have to tell me, after all, you just met me a day ago. I totally understand," I tell Rory.
"No, it's not that," says Rory. "Well, I mean that's kind of it, I mean I usually don't just spill my life to strangers."
"Well they say strangers are usually the best people to tell things to," I say. "That's why people go to bars on their bad days, so they can talk to the bartender. Would you be more comfortable if I tell you some things about me, that way you know as much about me as I know about you?"
"I guess," says Rory.
"Both of you can ask anything you want about me," I say. "I'm an open book."
"Okay, so where are you from?" asks Lane.
"San Francisco, California," I reply.
"Did you have a lot of friends in San Francisco?" asks Lane.
"Not really," I reply. "I had five close friends and a bunch of acquaintances. Here, I'll show you a picture of them.."
I walk into my room and grab one of the group photos I had. I walk back to the balcony and hold up the picture so the can see it.
"That's Kat, Lyle, me, Dustin, Julie, Shawn, and Monica," I point to each person.
Lane looks at the picture closely.
"Did you go out with Lyle or Dustin," asks Lane.
"No," I say. "I was sometimes the odd duck out. Kat and Lyle went out, Dustin and Julie went out, and Shawn and Mon went out."
"So when you moved here did you have to leave a boyfriend?" asks Rory.
"No," I reply softly. "I haven't ever had a boyfriend, or a date for that matter."
"You're kidding?" says Lane. "You're gorgeous. Totally model material. What guy wouldn't want to ask you out?"
"Apparently ever guy in the Bay area," I reply. "But it doesn't matter. I have my friends, sports, and school."
"Right on," says Rory.
"But I bet it's nice to have a boyfriend," I comment.
"It is," says Rory and Lane at the same time.
We all start to laugh.
"So," I say. "Any other questions?"
"How did you feel when you learned about having to move here?" asks Rory. "I mean I have lived here my whole life and I'd hate it if I'd have to move."
"I was really mad," I say. "I had to leave my friends, my home, my school, and my nice big city for this small town in which I knew no one. But now, thanks to you guys, I am actually okay with the move."
"I'm glad," says Rory.
"So Lane," I say. "When do I get to meet this Henry Rory mentioned at Luke's?"
"Soon," says Lane. "Actually, you may even run into him when you start Chilton on Monday."
"Oh," I reply. "Does he live here in Stars Hollow?"
"No," says Lane. "He lives in Hartford."
"Oh," I say again.
"Maybe I can get him to find some guy at Chilton for you and we can go on a double date," says Lane.
"I don't know, maybe," I reply. "Before I forget to ask you Rory. Could you describe Tristin and Paris for me so I know who to avoid?"
"Sure," says Rory. "Tristin's blonde, has blue eyes, a big head, a smirky smile, is arrogant, egotistical, and an all around jerk."
"Does he have horns, a tail with an triangle at the end, a pitchfork, and answers to the name Lucifer?" I ask jokingly.
"Possibly," says Rory. "And Paris is a kinda plain looking brunette with brown eyes, a know-it-all, must be number one, witch."
"Complete with a pointy black hat and a cackle?" I ask.
"Don't forget the flying broom," says Rory.
"Ah," I reply. "So, what should I know about Stars Hollow?"
"Well, number one: News travels fast in this town, so it's pretty hard to keep a secret around here sometimes," says Rory. "Once a week the bookstore has a movie night, the town has a celebration almost all the time, and the people are friendly."
"Sometimes over-friendly," adds Lane.
"Okay, good to know," I reply.
We talk for a couple of hours covering favorite music, movies, shows, food, colors, etc. At 1:00, Lane had to go home to get ready for church and Rory decided she should go to the Inn to see her mom for lunch. I walk with them downstairs and outside onto the porch.
"Well, I guess I'll see you two later," I say to Rory and Lane. "I'll probably see you at school tomorrow. Oh, do you want a ride tomorrow morning? I mean, we'll have to leave a little earlier than usual to get to school to get settled or whatever, but if you want you can come with."
"Sure, that'd be great," says Rory.
"Okay, well, I'll come to your house around 7 AM," I tell her.
"Alright," says Rory. "Bye."
"Bye," I say. "Bye Lane, see you later."
"Bye," replies Lane.
The walk down the porch steps and walk back to the main street. I walk back into my house and as I walk toward the stairs to go to my room, I hear some music coming from Shawn's room. I walk over to the room and knock on the door. A couple of seconds later, the door opens.
"Hey, I didn't know you were back," I say to Shawn. "How long have you been here?"
"About since noon," says Shawn.
"So, did you find a job?"
"Yeah, at Doose's Market, I am the new stock boy."
"Really? How about a job for me?"
"UmmI forgot to ask."
"You forgot to ask?"
"Yeah, see, Miss Patty was hitting on me, so I kinda got distracted."
"Hitting on you?"
"Yeah."
"What does she look like?"
"She a pleasantly plump woman in probably her 50s with short hair."
"She hit on you," I laugh. "That's hilarious."
"I don't think it was."
"I guess I'll just see her later and ask myself."
"I guess."
"So, what cha up to now?"
"Nothing really, why?"
"Do you want to go supply shopping?"
"Not really. As much as I like to do good in school, I am not someone whose world revolves around it."
"But you need school supplies."
"Not really. I already have some. Besides, you're the one who loves to buy things."
"Okay, how about this? You make a list and I'll go buy some things."
"How are you going to pay for the supplies?"
"I can use some of my money, then Mom and Dad can pay me back."
"Okay, let me just go write some stuff down."
Shawn walks into his room and goes to his desk. He takes out a piece of paper and writes some things down, then hands it to me.
"Here," says Shawn.
"Okay, well, I'll be back in about an hour," I say. "But first, I gotta go to my room to get money."
"Alright. Bye."
"Bye."
I run up to my room and take money out of my secret stash. I then walk back downstairs and to the front door.
"Gone!" I yell.
"Okay!" Shawn yells back.
I walk out the door and go to the main street to find a place that I could by supplies from. After I find the store and buy the things needed, I walk back to my house. I glimpse at my watch as I walk up my porch stairs, and see that it is 2:52. I had been looking throughout the store for almost two hours. I walk back into the house, put the supplies onto the coffee table in the living room, and then drop back on the couch.
Back!" I yell.
Shawn walks into the living room and sits on the couch next to me.
"This is your stuff," I tell him as I hand him two bags.
"Thank you," says Shawn.
"So, do you know when mom and dad should be back?" I ask.
"In about two hours," says Shawn.
"Okay," I reply.
I grab the remote and turn on the TV. Shawn and I watch TV for two and a half-hours when my parents finally wander into the house. As they walk into the living room I notice they have semi-large bags in their hands.
"What are those?" I ask.
"Things for you and Shawn," says my Mom.
"Bribes?" I ask.
"No, not bribes," says my Dad. "Things you need."
"Such as?" I ask.
"Clothes, a back pack, shoes, books, Titanium G4 and some computer software for both of you," says my Dad.
"Otherwise known as bribes," I say matter-of-factorly.
"They aren't bribes," says my Dad.
"I know a bribe when I see one," I say. "After all I've had a few of them."
"Mari" starts my Mom.
"No mom," I tell her. "It's true. Like fifth grade for my band and choir performances when dad couldn't make it, I got a new outfit. And in 9th grade when you two couldn't make it for my softball tournament, I got a new stereo. And last year when Dad couldn't make it to my soccer championship game, I got a new camera."
"Those weren't bribes," repeats my Dad. " If it bugs you that much, think of them as early birthday presents."
"Fine," I say, still knowing they were just trying to bribe me. I grab the bags and look at the things. They managed to get things I liked. I look at the G4, which was one of the newest and most expensive Apple PowerBooks. It was titanium-colored, stocked with a 500MHz G4 processor, a full slate of ports, a full size keyboard, 256 megabytes of RAM, a 20 Gigabyte hard drive, and a DVD-ROM drive. I saw it in the magazine Macworld. It cost $3,499.
"Wasn't this expensive?" I ask.
"Yes, but it's a good investment," says my Dad. "You'll need it for Chilton."
"But we already have a computer," I say.
"But this you can take with you to the library," says my Dad. "And when you go to college you don't have to buy a new computer."
"Alright, thank you," I say to him. There's no point in arguing or asking him to return it because he will only insist on me keeping it. "I am going to my room to install some of the programs onto the G4."
"Okay, honey," says my mom.
I grab my bags of new things, and go up to my room. A put the bags onto my bed and walk to my bookshelf to grab my Incubus CD. I open my stereo CD drive and place the CD into the stereo. I push play, then walk back to my bed to grab my G4 with box. I put it onto my desk, then open the box up. I place the G4 onto the desk, and open the G4. I turn on the computer, and as it loads I get the appropriate software. After it loads, I install all the programs and software needed.
After about an hour, someone knocks on my door.
"Come in," I say.
The door opens and Shawn walks in.
"Hey," says Shawn. "Are you done with the software?"
"Yeah," I say. "Here."
I hand Shawn the bag of software we got.
"Thanks," says Shawn.
"Uh huh," I reply.
"Dinner will be ready in an hour," says Shawn.
"Okay," I reply.
Shawn leaves my room with the software as I shutdown my computer. I walk to the bags and sort through my bags of clothing. I look at a box and find saddle shoes. I am not wearing saddle shoes; I don't care if that is a requirement. I find two more boxes of shoes, one has black Mary Janes and another has a pair of silver Skechers sport sneakers.
I sort through the clothes and hang them up. After that, I look at the books they chose for me. American Psycho, good. How To Achieve in School, okay, I don't this crap. Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul III, that's alright. And finally, Ophilia Speaks, I heard this was good.
I look at the backpack they chosen for me. It was a JanSport messenger bag; wider and shorter than the one I got last year. Nice. I open the bag and take the paper that they had inside it and threw it into my trash bin. Maybe I should put everything I want to take with me to school in the bag tonight so I don't have to rush or wake up even earlier tomorrow. I grab a binder, paper, folders, and four dividers. I put the paper in the binder, divide the paper with the dividers, and then put the peaches in the back. It take out another binder, more paper, folders, and four dividers and put it together like I did before. I open a drawer in my desk and take out my little tin pencil holder that my aunt sent to me from Japan. I take out two of the mechanical pencils in the tin and grab some lead from one of the bags, then put the lead into the mechanical pencils.
I grab two ballpoint pens, a white out pen, and two highlighters from the bag and put them into the tin, along with the mechanical pencils. I glance at my binders and realize that I should put something on them. They were the kind that had clear plastic around it, so you could slip pictures or whatever into them on both sides. I take out some white paper, some magazines, scissors, and a glue stick so I can cut some stuff out from the magazines and glue it to the paper (duh) so I can put it in my binder (another duh.) After I find some pictures of gorgeous guys, girls I admire, bands that rock, and words that express me or what I have to say and cut them out, I arrange them on the paper and then glue them down. I slip them into the slots then put the binders into my bag.
I put the tin pencil holder into the front part. And with my binder, I put my G4 in. With the Tin pencil holder, I put my Discman. I take my CD holder case, then go to my CDs and put a few CDs into it. I take my CD case and put it into my bag. I put my wallet and a little make-up into some pockets on the outside.
After an hour passes, I go downstairs to the kitchen where dinner was being served. I grab a plate and grab the chicken and mashed potatoes that my mom made. For awhile we eat in silence, but then my mom breaks it.
"So, tomorrow we have to leave at 7:00 if we wanna get to your school on time to get everything settled," says my mom.
"Okay," I reply. "Ummis alright if we give Rory a ride tomorrow?"
"Rory?" asks my mom.
"You know, the girl who lives next door?" I remind her.
"Oh yes," says my mom. "She attends Chilton?"
"No mom, we are just giving her ride for fun," I say sarcastically.
"Mari," snaps my dad. "That is no way to talk to your mother."
"Sorry," I apologize. "Yes, she attends Chilton. She is in the same grade as Shawn and me."
"Oh, that's nice," says my mom. "Of course she can get a ride."
"Thanks," I say. "Oh, and I used my money today to buy some school supplies for Shawn and me."
"How much do we owe you?" asks my dad.
I hand him the resit and he looks at it. He takes his wallet out and hands me the money. We continue to eat in silence. When I am done eating, I go to the living room and grab my Chilton clothes that were in the box. I walk to my room, put my clothes on a chair, and then change into my pajamas. I set my alarm for 6:00 AM, then try to go to sleep. I can't wait till my first day of Chilton.
