A.N.: Ick, weekend's already over! Hopefully this'll help with the mundane
dreariness of the new week.
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Yawning widely, Rory chanced to open her eyes; she'd fallen asleep sometime during their crossing of the Atlantic Ocean. She was startled when she met a pair of electric blue eyes hovering dangerously close to her face.
"AAAAAAHH!"
"Are you alright? I was just checking to see if you were dead."
Gasping for breath, Rory managed to glare at the disturbance to her peace of mind. "A tap on the shoulder would've been sufficient, you know. Some people aren't used to seeing other faces shoved against theirs when they wake up."
He shrugged an apology. "My name's Charlie," the little boy quipped. (A/N: You thought it was Tristan, didn't you? Come on, I know you did! muahhaha)
She extended her hand. "I'm Rory. Rory Gilmore."
"Nice to meet you."
"Well barring the fact that you probably gave me a dozen gray hairs, it's nice to meet you, too."
He grinned at her. "Will you play with me? I just learned a new game from my cousin in America. It's called tic-tac-toc."
"You mean tic-tac-toe?"
He rolled his eyes. "You yankees are so picky."
She couldn't resist ruffling his hair.
"Hey! I'm not a kid you know."
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Well then just how old are you?"
He drew himself up in dignity that was comedic and huffed, "I just turned ten two weeks ago."
"Oh pardon me, sir. I had NO idea you were so sage and wise. A WHOLE ten years."
He crossed his arms and eyed her warily, unsure of whether she was being facetious or not. "It's alright. It happens quite often."
If it was possible, the airport in France was even more crowded then the one in Connecticut. Rory pulled the paper out of her pocket and navigated herself towards the baggage claim where she was to meet the escort to her new school. Number seven…she could see an austere figure clutching the hand of an energetic child.
"Charlie? What're you doing here?"
Charlie grinned at her.
"Excusez moi, mademoiselle, but are you ze new transfer student?" The lady beside him queried.
"Oh, yes! I'm from Connecticut-Chilton Preparatory Academy, that is."
The eyes examining her were unnerving. The figure circled her twice, making clucking noises to herself. "I see…well, you seem well enough. Come, come! We must get back to ze convent."
"The what?"
"Ze convent."
She stared in bewilderment as she and the boy ushered her towards the exit. When they were well on their way and she had gained the ability to speak coherently, another thought occurred to her. "Just why are you coming with us, Charlie?"
He rolled his eyes at her, obviously amazed at her lack of deduction skills. "She's my mother! What do they teach you in those schools? Certainly not common sense! No, I just hitched a ride with the first stranger I saw."
She had the urge to smack him a couple of times but drove it down quickly, mentally making a note to herself to ask her mother if she'd ever been that annoying as a child.
The gates were forbidding, the building looming gloomily above them. Rory shivered as they pulled up to the front.
"Well, what do you think?" Charlie bounced around in front of her.
"It's er…large."
"Large? That's all you have to say? Come on, I'll show you the best part!"
"Charles! You will leave ze girl alone. I must bring her to ze head of the ladies' quarters!"
He sighed wearily. "Oh, alright. But I'll be around once you get through the torture session."
"Charles!" But he was already streaking into the building.
The lady motioned for her to come in.
"I am positive that you will like it 'ere. Ze head of the ladies' quarters has your new schedule and we have placed you in a room with superb, model students, as requested by your headmaster and Chilton."
It was hard to sift through the heavily accented words while pacing quickly alongside the tall figure, but she managed the best she could. They stopped outside a thick mahogany door. "Well 'ere we are. Good luck, my dear!"
She gave her a side-kiss on the cheek and bustled quickly down the hall. Rory watched her go helplessly, then eyed the door warily. Squaring herself, she rapped on the door and opened it. It had not been what she expected.
A short, plump little woman was sitting in a ridiculously high chair, her feet dangling mid-air. She looked up at her and at once made an effort to get up. "Salut, Ms. Gilmore! We've been expecting you! Oh my, I have your schedule here and your room number. Here at Latournelle's All-Girl Catholic Academic Institution, you will be most amply provided before. Please, zis way."
She led her down the deserted hallway and stopped outside a door. Rory contentedly took in her surroundings. All-girl school! Just what she'd hoped for; no more guy problems to deal with! "If you have anymore questions you may ask your roommates or me. A tout a l'heure!"
The people in France were like whirlwinds. She felt dizzy from the speed at which they operated. Here's to a new beginning, she thought, and walked in.
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A.N.: I'm glad that this hasn't been used before. * takes deep breath * LoL I always wanted to write about the life of a catholic school girl. Ooh, there are so many places I could go with this! Alright, the fun begins next chappy. So come on, fess up. How many of you thought it was Tristan in the beginning? ^_^ Okay, the weather's gloomy and my hands are numb-plz reward me with my reviews!
* shoots everyone a puppy dog look * Er…pretty please?
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Yawning widely, Rory chanced to open her eyes; she'd fallen asleep sometime during their crossing of the Atlantic Ocean. She was startled when she met a pair of electric blue eyes hovering dangerously close to her face.
"AAAAAAHH!"
"Are you alright? I was just checking to see if you were dead."
Gasping for breath, Rory managed to glare at the disturbance to her peace of mind. "A tap on the shoulder would've been sufficient, you know. Some people aren't used to seeing other faces shoved against theirs when they wake up."
He shrugged an apology. "My name's Charlie," the little boy quipped. (A/N: You thought it was Tristan, didn't you? Come on, I know you did! muahhaha)
She extended her hand. "I'm Rory. Rory Gilmore."
"Nice to meet you."
"Well barring the fact that you probably gave me a dozen gray hairs, it's nice to meet you, too."
He grinned at her. "Will you play with me? I just learned a new game from my cousin in America. It's called tic-tac-toc."
"You mean tic-tac-toe?"
He rolled his eyes. "You yankees are so picky."
She couldn't resist ruffling his hair.
"Hey! I'm not a kid you know."
"Oh?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Well then just how old are you?"
He drew himself up in dignity that was comedic and huffed, "I just turned ten two weeks ago."
"Oh pardon me, sir. I had NO idea you were so sage and wise. A WHOLE ten years."
He crossed his arms and eyed her warily, unsure of whether she was being facetious or not. "It's alright. It happens quite often."
If it was possible, the airport in France was even more crowded then the one in Connecticut. Rory pulled the paper out of her pocket and navigated herself towards the baggage claim where she was to meet the escort to her new school. Number seven…she could see an austere figure clutching the hand of an energetic child.
"Charlie? What're you doing here?"
Charlie grinned at her.
"Excusez moi, mademoiselle, but are you ze new transfer student?" The lady beside him queried.
"Oh, yes! I'm from Connecticut-Chilton Preparatory Academy, that is."
The eyes examining her were unnerving. The figure circled her twice, making clucking noises to herself. "I see…well, you seem well enough. Come, come! We must get back to ze convent."
"The what?"
"Ze convent."
She stared in bewilderment as she and the boy ushered her towards the exit. When they were well on their way and she had gained the ability to speak coherently, another thought occurred to her. "Just why are you coming with us, Charlie?"
He rolled his eyes at her, obviously amazed at her lack of deduction skills. "She's my mother! What do they teach you in those schools? Certainly not common sense! No, I just hitched a ride with the first stranger I saw."
She had the urge to smack him a couple of times but drove it down quickly, mentally making a note to herself to ask her mother if she'd ever been that annoying as a child.
The gates were forbidding, the building looming gloomily above them. Rory shivered as they pulled up to the front.
"Well, what do you think?" Charlie bounced around in front of her.
"It's er…large."
"Large? That's all you have to say? Come on, I'll show you the best part!"
"Charles! You will leave ze girl alone. I must bring her to ze head of the ladies' quarters!"
He sighed wearily. "Oh, alright. But I'll be around once you get through the torture session."
"Charles!" But he was already streaking into the building.
The lady motioned for her to come in.
"I am positive that you will like it 'ere. Ze head of the ladies' quarters has your new schedule and we have placed you in a room with superb, model students, as requested by your headmaster and Chilton."
It was hard to sift through the heavily accented words while pacing quickly alongside the tall figure, but she managed the best she could. They stopped outside a thick mahogany door. "Well 'ere we are. Good luck, my dear!"
She gave her a side-kiss on the cheek and bustled quickly down the hall. Rory watched her go helplessly, then eyed the door warily. Squaring herself, she rapped on the door and opened it. It had not been what she expected.
A short, plump little woman was sitting in a ridiculously high chair, her feet dangling mid-air. She looked up at her and at once made an effort to get up. "Salut, Ms. Gilmore! We've been expecting you! Oh my, I have your schedule here and your room number. Here at Latournelle's All-Girl Catholic Academic Institution, you will be most amply provided before. Please, zis way."
She led her down the deserted hallway and stopped outside a door. Rory contentedly took in her surroundings. All-girl school! Just what she'd hoped for; no more guy problems to deal with! "If you have anymore questions you may ask your roommates or me. A tout a l'heure!"
The people in France were like whirlwinds. She felt dizzy from the speed at which they operated. Here's to a new beginning, she thought, and walked in.
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A.N.: I'm glad that this hasn't been used before. * takes deep breath * LoL I always wanted to write about the life of a catholic school girl. Ooh, there are so many places I could go with this! Alright, the fun begins next chappy. So come on, fess up. How many of you thought it was Tristan in the beginning? ^_^ Okay, the weather's gloomy and my hands are numb-plz reward me with my reviews!
* shoots everyone a puppy dog look * Er…pretty please?