A.N.: haha I hit the twenty mark! Um, there's really not much to say about
this one. I'm gonna try and get chapter four up soon-that's where all the
excitement is and all your questions will be answered. ^_^ Just give me
until chapter four and if you don't like it, you can flame me.
* puts on fireproof suit *
Mr ?: To clear it up, I do know that Chilton is not a Catholic school. Rory's on an exchange program in France and the school they placed her in is an all-girl Catholic school. Thanks anyway for your help.
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Three girls were huddled around a magazine.
"Hello? I'm Rory, your new roommate."
They all looked up at once.
"I'm Tyra."
"Colleen."
"Kellyn!"
Like the lady before, they examined her closely. Rory wondered briefly if she'd constantly feel like she was on display.
Finally, "She's much prettier than in the picture!" Colleen squealed.
"Where'd you get that skirt?" Kellyn asked brightly.
"Girls, give her a break!" Tyra leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "You'll have to get used to them."
"She'll definitely be able to go with us tonight!"
"Oh, most assuredly! I can't believe our good fortune!"
"You see, our last roommate was so homesick she couldn't stop bawling."
"Absolute wreck. She kept us awake every night!"
Rory stood frozen as the comments ricocheted around her. It seemed as if all the women in France acted like Godzilla was chasing them. "Where am I going tonight?"
Their eyes gleamed. "To meet boys!" They shouted in unison.
"Wha-what? But this is an all-girls' school!"
"Yes, but have you taken a look at our next door neighbors?"
"All-male, all the time!"
"We meet them on the weekends at the local park."
"It's a simple task really. We just tell the faculty that we have to buy things in town."
"And they'd never doubt the word of 'the brightest, most promising young ladies of this institution'."
They all giggled and Rory looked at them dubiously. This was not at all what she'd bargained for. "AREN'T you supposed to be the most studious girls at this school?"
Tyra dismissed that airily. "Yes, yes, but you can't be a bookworm ALL the time."
"You can't?"
"Of course not! You have to live a little. Do you want to be one of those prudish old women that hit passersby with a broomstick?"
"I guess not…"
"Great! So you're up to it?"
"Well,…"
"Are you going to go home and tell your friends that you spent a whole semester in France without partying in the least?"
"No, but I have a whole semester to experience it, and the new term starts tomorrow…"
"Carpe diem, Rory!"
Rory groaned. Mental Note #2: Track down and kill the creator of that cursed proverb. "Maybe I'll take a rain-check."
"But the next chance you'll get is a whole week from now!" Kellyn whined.
Rory was still in shock at the unquestioning, warm welcome she'd just received, thought it had felt similar to a full frontal assault. "I think I can hold on until then."
"But there's a new transfer student just like you from America that'll be there. We hear he's really cute."
"Uh-huh. Where's he from?"
"Um, California I think?"
Rory sighed. "If I said no, would you leave me alone?"
"Of course not! You'll learn that soon enough."
Groaning, she muttered, "If we get caught by the faculty, I'll be testing the gallows of the Place de la Concorde on you three."
They smiled cheekily, dancing gaily around her.
"Oooh, we have to see what you've brought!"
"They make us wear these horrible uniforms, so we don't have a lot of casual clothing."
Rory resigned herself to a night of mindless boredom as clothes flew and whirled around her. Faint exclamations of joy could be heard the rest of the evening, and the tearing of fabric was its accompaniment, followed by a "Hey, be careful with that!" from Rory.
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A/N: Don't kill me for the uneventfulness! The next chappy should be done in a couple of days. * runs off the stage blocking the rotten tomatoes *
* puts on fireproof suit *
Mr ?: To clear it up, I do know that Chilton is not a Catholic school. Rory's on an exchange program in France and the school they placed her in is an all-girl Catholic school. Thanks anyway for your help.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Three girls were huddled around a magazine.
"Hello? I'm Rory, your new roommate."
They all looked up at once.
"I'm Tyra."
"Colleen."
"Kellyn!"
Like the lady before, they examined her closely. Rory wondered briefly if she'd constantly feel like she was on display.
Finally, "She's much prettier than in the picture!" Colleen squealed.
"Where'd you get that skirt?" Kellyn asked brightly.
"Girls, give her a break!" Tyra leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, "You'll have to get used to them."
"She'll definitely be able to go with us tonight!"
"Oh, most assuredly! I can't believe our good fortune!"
"You see, our last roommate was so homesick she couldn't stop bawling."
"Absolute wreck. She kept us awake every night!"
Rory stood frozen as the comments ricocheted around her. It seemed as if all the women in France acted like Godzilla was chasing them. "Where am I going tonight?"
Their eyes gleamed. "To meet boys!" They shouted in unison.
"Wha-what? But this is an all-girls' school!"
"Yes, but have you taken a look at our next door neighbors?"
"All-male, all the time!"
"We meet them on the weekends at the local park."
"It's a simple task really. We just tell the faculty that we have to buy things in town."
"And they'd never doubt the word of 'the brightest, most promising young ladies of this institution'."
They all giggled and Rory looked at them dubiously. This was not at all what she'd bargained for. "AREN'T you supposed to be the most studious girls at this school?"
Tyra dismissed that airily. "Yes, yes, but you can't be a bookworm ALL the time."
"You can't?"
"Of course not! You have to live a little. Do you want to be one of those prudish old women that hit passersby with a broomstick?"
"I guess not…"
"Great! So you're up to it?"
"Well,…"
"Are you going to go home and tell your friends that you spent a whole semester in France without partying in the least?"
"No, but I have a whole semester to experience it, and the new term starts tomorrow…"
"Carpe diem, Rory!"
Rory groaned. Mental Note #2: Track down and kill the creator of that cursed proverb. "Maybe I'll take a rain-check."
"But the next chance you'll get is a whole week from now!" Kellyn whined.
Rory was still in shock at the unquestioning, warm welcome she'd just received, thought it had felt similar to a full frontal assault. "I think I can hold on until then."
"But there's a new transfer student just like you from America that'll be there. We hear he's really cute."
"Uh-huh. Where's he from?"
"Um, California I think?"
Rory sighed. "If I said no, would you leave me alone?"
"Of course not! You'll learn that soon enough."
Groaning, she muttered, "If we get caught by the faculty, I'll be testing the gallows of the Place de la Concorde on you three."
They smiled cheekily, dancing gaily around her.
"Oooh, we have to see what you've brought!"
"They make us wear these horrible uniforms, so we don't have a lot of casual clothing."
Rory resigned herself to a night of mindless boredom as clothes flew and whirled around her. Faint exclamations of joy could be heard the rest of the evening, and the tearing of fabric was its accompaniment, followed by a "Hey, be careful with that!" from Rory.
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A/N: Don't kill me for the uneventfulness! The next chappy should be done in a couple of days. * runs off the stage blocking the rotten tomatoes *