Chapter 1- Returning Home, A Letter and Preparing to Find The Mystery Girl
Hey guys it's a new story. So read it and the thing about CMM coming back to GG could possibly be a false alarm. I'm not positive yet; an Aussie is keeping me updated! Yay! Well anyways read this. Here is some background info. Tristan has a twin sister, Felicity. Felicity has been gone and no one from Chilton knows her. She is leaving boarding school and coming back to Hartford to go to Chilton. She has heard about Rory but doesn't know her name. She is determined to get Tristan and Rory together. So it will be a TRORY! But it'll take sometime. One with the show!
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**At a boarding school in Massachusetts**
There was a sharp rapping at the door. Felicity put down her Jane Austen book, and walked to the door. She flung it open and Ms. McGregory was standing on the other side.
"You have a phone call, after you have received it please go straight to the Head Mistresses office," Ms. McGregory said coolly to Felicity.
"Thank you," Felicity responded, grabbing her jacket off the rack, shutting the door behind her and running through the rain towards the tiny office where all the phones were kept. She reached the phone and picked it up.
---Felicity/Mrs. Dugrey Intercut---
"Hello?" said Felicity.
"Hello Felicity."
"Mom," Felicity responded, realizing it was the person who had put her into this damp and draggy place five years ago, before that she had gone to a prestigious private school, with amazing teachers, sure she hadn't had many friends but she had been happy. She had her two closest friends, Clarice and Kate. Of course after about a year both of them had stopped writing to her. She now had no one, no friends here, no friends back home, all she had was her brother. Her poor brother who because he somehow had landed himself in military school after spending his whole life as Chilton. And why had he done that? Over a girl, a very special girl he claimed, but of course Felicity did not know the details. Their mother had landed them both in places, places that Tristan and Felicity would rather have not been. After the usual pleasantries, such as 'How is school? Are your grades good? Etc.' had been exchanged there was a pause that through her thoughts Felicity noticed. There were rarely pauses; usually this was when her mother hung up the phone, so Felicities attention immediately snapped back to her mother.
"Yes?" she asked waryingly.
"Your father and I have been discussing something, for quite a while now and we have come to a decision, a decision that will benefit you and the relationship that you, your father, and I have."
"Yes, what would that be?" asked Felicity, now slightly interested in the subject.
"We are having you return to Hartford, the chauffer will be driving up tomorrow to pick you up, we fill this is best for you. There are no choices in this. You will be coming back to Hartford and next Monday you will start school at Chilton."
"Tristan's old school?" she asked, knowing that that was the only matter she could comment on. If she even started to say a word of protest she may never hear the end of it, plus she would never win. There wasn't really a reason for her to stay in boarding school anyway, no friends or social attachments holding her down.
"Yes."
"Okay, I will see you tomorrow mother."
"Goodbye, see you tomorrow Felicity. Don't forget to pack everything."
"Yes'm," she responded, then she hung up the phone, she leaned back against the wall and sighed. Then she knew she had one more phone call, this one though she had to make. She picked the phone up again and dialed in the number; she had memorized the number the minute she found out about it and it was her connection with the only person that understood her. They both understood each other so well, after all they were twins, not identical but they both depended on each other.
The phone rang two times and then someone who sounded like he was voicing out commands picked up, "Greenvale Military Academy, for what purpose are you calling?" barked out the man.
"This is Felicity Dugrey, I would like to speak to my brother, Tristan Dugrey."
"It'll be a few minutes Miss."
"I can wait," she said as she heard the button click, meaning they were putting her on hold.
Meanwhile Tristan was in the weight room, he was doing the regular routine that he was instructed to do every night before dinner. He had to do 300 sit-ups and 500 pushups. The only thing that would benefit from this school would be how fit he had gotten since arriving, not that he hadn't been fit in the first place, but he had even more muscle now. He was on his 479th push-up when Lieutenant Brown swung open the door. Tristan jumped to his feet and put his hand up to his forehead.
"Dugrey."
"Yes sir."
"You have a phone call. Don't waste too much time."
Tristan grabbed his towel and walked over to the nearby phone.
---Felicity/Tristan Intercut---
"Hello?" Tristan asked, knowing it would most likely only be his mother calling to find out how his grades were.
"Tris!" Felicity squealed on the other end.
Tristan's mood immediately brightened and lifted, "How are you Felicity?!?"
"I'm fine, you know, boarding school sucks, but I won't be here a day longer."
Tristan's brow furrowed confused by this, "What do you mean?"
"Well it's actually why I'm calling, I've only got like three minutes, but Mom just called."
"And?"
Felicity took a deep breath, knowing her brother wouldn't be ecstatic about the news, "The chauffer is picking me up tomorrow."
Tristan sighed, why did Felicity get to go back, why couldn't he, "So your going back to Hartford?"
"Seems that way. Oh Tris I'm really sorry."
"It's okay, it really is. I mean one day I'll go back. I don't miss any of them, none of the sluts, none of the bimbos, none of the guys who were only interested in booty, just her, I miss her."
"I'm not only going back to Hartford."
"Huh?"
"I'm going to Chilton."
Tristan drew in his breath sharply, that was not something he had expected, definitely not. "You're going to Chilton? As in Chilton my Chilton? As in where she is?"
"Yes," Felicity answered softly.
"I wish I could come with you. Don't settle in with the crowd I was with though okay? Promise me that?"
"I promise Tris, and maybe, just maybe I'll be able to figure out who this mystery girl is, the one you're always talking about. She is obviously one of the most amazing people in the world, if only I knew who she was so I could seek her out right away."
"I can't tell you sorry, especially now that you're going to Chilton."
"Okay, I understand, but listen Tris, I have to go, it's apparently been three minutes, but I'll call you when I get back to Hartford. I'll let you in on the Chilton gossip, everything, I'll call you everyday okay? And there won't be any time limits anymore. And who knows, I'm gonna try to pull a few strings, we could have you back here where I am, in fact, you'll be back within the next two months, scouts promise."
"Scouts promise?"
"I've seen it in a few movies."
Tristan laughed, "Bye Felic."
"Bye O most likely very buff one," she said then grinning she hung up the phone.
---End of Intercut---
Felicity was grinning knowing what she would have to do. She would go home, sure Chilton wouldn't be the nicest place but she would try to figure out who the mysterious, supposedly enchanting girl was. Then she would get Tristan back home, her parents would succumb to her pressure, especially when it involved Tristan. After that she would have to play the matchmaker. Sort of like Emma from Emma by Jane Austen was, the whole time she had been reading Emma she had been longing to be a matchmaker. And now was her chance. She smiled, her brother's happiness would come, it truly would. And well Felicity was just going to enjoy the ride, watching it and helping it along. She sighed, full of happiness, and then walked over towards the office.
After a short talk, filled with the 'We will miss your active participation' speech and other such obligated speeches with the Head Mistress, Felicity walked back to her room. She had had her own room the whole time she had stayed her, this was of course because of the influence her family had over because of their money. She opened her closet and all of her drawers. Pulled out huge suitcases and boxes. Looked around the room she had spent five years in, pictures of her and Tristan lined the shelves, her brother was after all her only companion, she also had one picture of past friends, past friends from when she was younger. The classic novels and other books lined up against a whole wall, there were also stacks of other books all around the room. Her bed was uncomfortable, the only comfort it brought was a big down comforter. The mirror didn't have any stickers or anything on it, as it did in other rooms. There weren't huge posters or pictures of boyfriends, family, and best friends. Felicity sighed, knowing that no one would notice she had gone. And if anyone did notice, no one would care. She was the quiet girl, who kept to herself. There would be no difference when she left, no murmurs of gossip through the classrooms about her disappearance, she would leave just like that, as quiet as a mouse and no one would even throw a glance her way. There would be no mark, no mark that she; Felicity Dugrey had been there, it wouldn't be apparent to the outside eye. She would load everything away, pack it tightly and be gone, just like that, poof. She sighed; it was for the best after all. And maybe she wasn't thrilled knowing that she hadn't left her mark as every girl did, every girl left something that showed that they had been there, whether it was an alcohol stain on the rug, a picture sticker (the kind you get in booths at the movies), etchings in to the wall, or numerous other things, every girl left a mark, but she wouldn't. That was the only upsetting thing. She took pieces of clothing after pieces of clothing and took them off their hanger, then folded them and put them in their appropriate suitcase or box. She continued putting things away for many hours into the night. Finally at three in the morning she put away the last thing, her journal, she had just finished writing in it. She looked around, the white walls, the wooden bed, the now empty closet, empty shelves, at everything. She smiled, she was leaving this place for good, what a tremendous relief it was. Then she tucked herself into bed and turned off the light. Murmuring to herself, "Tristan will be happy, I'll get him his mystery girl. And I'll be happy, I'll have friends this time, yes I'll have at least one friend." Then she fell asleep thinking of those thoughts. Those happy thoughts.
The next morning Rory rolled out of bed at the ungodly hour of six thirty. She walked sleepily into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. She popped a pop tart into the toaster and sat down, sipping her coffee. She noticed the pile of mail and decided to search through it. Bills, Catalogues, random magazines that her mother had subscribed to for god knows what reason, then her eyes landed upon a creamy yellow envelope. It was addressed to her. She turned it over to see who it was from and on the back label there was a return address. It was from Tristan. She breathed in quickly; her heart stopped beating and then started again at a rapid pace. Tristan Dugrey, Bible Boy as he was known as here. He had called her Mary though her whole first year at Chilton, tormented her, she had pretended to despise his tormenting and their banters, but deep down she had loved every second of them. Falling deeper and deeper for Tristan. The only obstacle had been Dean, an obstacle who had now been cleared. She and Tristan had exchanged one kiss, one kiss that lasted a few seconds, but a kiss that let her know exactly what she wanted. That kiss also let her know him, the true him, underneath the cockiness. She didn't understand why she had run away from him in tears that night. None of it comprehended to her now. She had loved him that was for sure, but she had run, run away from what she could have had. That kiss, the only kiss she knew she would remember for her whole life. No one knew her actual feelings for Tristan, how he raced through her mind every day, like clock work, she would wake up and think of him, what he was doing in Military school. She missed him; she missed him with all her heart. And she hadn't heard one word from him since the day he left, since he had spoken those unexpected and truly dreadful words, "I gotta go. So, I might kiss you goodbye but, uh, your boyfriend's watching. Take care of yourself, Mary." She wished she had done something that day, just one thing that day, anything to make him stay, given him a hug, told him how she felt about him, kissed him, anything, the possibilities were endless. But no she had let Tristan Dugrey walked out of her life, the only man that ever meant something to her, the only man that would ever mean something to her the way he did, she had let him walk out, and she, well she had walked back to Dean. That was the worst decision she would make in her life. And here she was two years later, a few months into senior year, and she was holding a letter, holding a letter from Tristan Dugrey. Her heart was skipping beats but at the same time was running as fast as it could. She delicately took her thumb and opened the letter, making sure not to tear the paper, a letter from Tristan, a letter of hope, of promise, what she had wanted for two years now, she opened it and stared at the piece of paper it contained.
Felicity rolled over as she heard sharp blasts, the stupid foghorn alarm that Tristan had bought for her because he found it 'amusing' was blasting off. She groaned and hit it, it wouldn't turn off, she hit it again and it finally turned off. Then she rolled out of bed. Walked in to the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror and said, "Here goes nothing Felicity Dugrey, it's now or never, your happiness and your brothers happiness depend on you. And you'll make it work." She smiled knowing how true those words were, then she brushed her teeth, washed her face and changed. She packed her bed stuff back up, and double-checked the room making sure that nothing else was there. Then she went into the cafeteria. No one was there that morning considering that it was 6:47 in the morning, after all who in his or her right mind would be there. She gave it one more last look, gulped down the last bit of coffee in her cup and brought her box of cereal back to her room.
She sat in her room quietly, just staring around and munching on her cereal. Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Miss Dugrey?" came the response.
Felicity got up and opened the door revealing who most likely was the chauffeur of her family at the moment. "Hello, what is your name, I'm Felicity and you don't have to call me Miss."
"I'm Patrick, Miss Dugrey."
"Fine if you like the Miss so much," Felicity said, this was another one who wasn't going to bend at all, just follow everything she said. She walked over and grabbed some of her remaining bags; a lot of her stuff was already outside. Patrick picked up a few bags also and walked out of the room. Felicity took one last look around the room, smiled and walked out, leaving the door slightly open. Ten minutes later and everything was loaded into the car, there was no one there to say good-bye to her, no tearful goodbyes, not friends saying that she had to call every day. No this place really didn't matter all that much. She climbed in to the back seat of yet another new black Mercedes and as Patrick drove off she watched five years of her life fade away. Then she smiled, everything was gonna be good, oh yes it was, she closed her eyes and fell asleep thinking happy thoughts.
A few hours later she heard her name called, at first it was in her dream, which she could no long remember, but then she kept hearing it. She unwillingly opened her eyes.
"Miss Dugrey, we have arrived," said Patrick
Felicity opened her eyes fully and looked around, she was in Hartford. Yes in Hartford, things would go her way. She would find Tristan's mysterious girl, get Tristan back home, get those two together and make a few friends. Yes happiness was in order with the stars. She swung her legs around and walked out of the car and into her house.
************************************************************************ Hey so do you like it? I know I totally left the Rory thing hanging but it will be a Trory, yup it will be, just you wait! Next chapter will be out relatively soon, I just have to work out some kinks, but it'll be a really different and good story. It may take a while for Tristan to really come into play with the story, but he will be a prominent character. Please review and read my other stories. Again sorry about the possible false alarm.
Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease
-Anna
ps. I think I wrote fill instead of feel in here somewhere, I just can't find it so if there is the word fill it should actually be feel! Haha!
Hey guys it's a new story. So read it and the thing about CMM coming back to GG could possibly be a false alarm. I'm not positive yet; an Aussie is keeping me updated! Yay! Well anyways read this. Here is some background info. Tristan has a twin sister, Felicity. Felicity has been gone and no one from Chilton knows her. She is leaving boarding school and coming back to Hartford to go to Chilton. She has heard about Rory but doesn't know her name. She is determined to get Tristan and Rory together. So it will be a TRORY! But it'll take sometime. One with the show!
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**At a boarding school in Massachusetts**
There was a sharp rapping at the door. Felicity put down her Jane Austen book, and walked to the door. She flung it open and Ms. McGregory was standing on the other side.
"You have a phone call, after you have received it please go straight to the Head Mistresses office," Ms. McGregory said coolly to Felicity.
"Thank you," Felicity responded, grabbing her jacket off the rack, shutting the door behind her and running through the rain towards the tiny office where all the phones were kept. She reached the phone and picked it up.
---Felicity/Mrs. Dugrey Intercut---
"Hello?" said Felicity.
"Hello Felicity."
"Mom," Felicity responded, realizing it was the person who had put her into this damp and draggy place five years ago, before that she had gone to a prestigious private school, with amazing teachers, sure she hadn't had many friends but she had been happy. She had her two closest friends, Clarice and Kate. Of course after about a year both of them had stopped writing to her. She now had no one, no friends here, no friends back home, all she had was her brother. Her poor brother who because he somehow had landed himself in military school after spending his whole life as Chilton. And why had he done that? Over a girl, a very special girl he claimed, but of course Felicity did not know the details. Their mother had landed them both in places, places that Tristan and Felicity would rather have not been. After the usual pleasantries, such as 'How is school? Are your grades good? Etc.' had been exchanged there was a pause that through her thoughts Felicity noticed. There were rarely pauses; usually this was when her mother hung up the phone, so Felicities attention immediately snapped back to her mother.
"Yes?" she asked waryingly.
"Your father and I have been discussing something, for quite a while now and we have come to a decision, a decision that will benefit you and the relationship that you, your father, and I have."
"Yes, what would that be?" asked Felicity, now slightly interested in the subject.
"We are having you return to Hartford, the chauffer will be driving up tomorrow to pick you up, we fill this is best for you. There are no choices in this. You will be coming back to Hartford and next Monday you will start school at Chilton."
"Tristan's old school?" she asked, knowing that that was the only matter she could comment on. If she even started to say a word of protest she may never hear the end of it, plus she would never win. There wasn't really a reason for her to stay in boarding school anyway, no friends or social attachments holding her down.
"Yes."
"Okay, I will see you tomorrow mother."
"Goodbye, see you tomorrow Felicity. Don't forget to pack everything."
"Yes'm," she responded, then she hung up the phone, she leaned back against the wall and sighed. Then she knew she had one more phone call, this one though she had to make. She picked the phone up again and dialed in the number; she had memorized the number the minute she found out about it and it was her connection with the only person that understood her. They both understood each other so well, after all they were twins, not identical but they both depended on each other.
The phone rang two times and then someone who sounded like he was voicing out commands picked up, "Greenvale Military Academy, for what purpose are you calling?" barked out the man.
"This is Felicity Dugrey, I would like to speak to my brother, Tristan Dugrey."
"It'll be a few minutes Miss."
"I can wait," she said as she heard the button click, meaning they were putting her on hold.
Meanwhile Tristan was in the weight room, he was doing the regular routine that he was instructed to do every night before dinner. He had to do 300 sit-ups and 500 pushups. The only thing that would benefit from this school would be how fit he had gotten since arriving, not that he hadn't been fit in the first place, but he had even more muscle now. He was on his 479th push-up when Lieutenant Brown swung open the door. Tristan jumped to his feet and put his hand up to his forehead.
"Dugrey."
"Yes sir."
"You have a phone call. Don't waste too much time."
Tristan grabbed his towel and walked over to the nearby phone.
---Felicity/Tristan Intercut---
"Hello?" Tristan asked, knowing it would most likely only be his mother calling to find out how his grades were.
"Tris!" Felicity squealed on the other end.
Tristan's mood immediately brightened and lifted, "How are you Felicity?!?"
"I'm fine, you know, boarding school sucks, but I won't be here a day longer."
Tristan's brow furrowed confused by this, "What do you mean?"
"Well it's actually why I'm calling, I've only got like three minutes, but Mom just called."
"And?"
Felicity took a deep breath, knowing her brother wouldn't be ecstatic about the news, "The chauffer is picking me up tomorrow."
Tristan sighed, why did Felicity get to go back, why couldn't he, "So your going back to Hartford?"
"Seems that way. Oh Tris I'm really sorry."
"It's okay, it really is. I mean one day I'll go back. I don't miss any of them, none of the sluts, none of the bimbos, none of the guys who were only interested in booty, just her, I miss her."
"I'm not only going back to Hartford."
"Huh?"
"I'm going to Chilton."
Tristan drew in his breath sharply, that was not something he had expected, definitely not. "You're going to Chilton? As in Chilton my Chilton? As in where she is?"
"Yes," Felicity answered softly.
"I wish I could come with you. Don't settle in with the crowd I was with though okay? Promise me that?"
"I promise Tris, and maybe, just maybe I'll be able to figure out who this mystery girl is, the one you're always talking about. She is obviously one of the most amazing people in the world, if only I knew who she was so I could seek her out right away."
"I can't tell you sorry, especially now that you're going to Chilton."
"Okay, I understand, but listen Tris, I have to go, it's apparently been three minutes, but I'll call you when I get back to Hartford. I'll let you in on the Chilton gossip, everything, I'll call you everyday okay? And there won't be any time limits anymore. And who knows, I'm gonna try to pull a few strings, we could have you back here where I am, in fact, you'll be back within the next two months, scouts promise."
"Scouts promise?"
"I've seen it in a few movies."
Tristan laughed, "Bye Felic."
"Bye O most likely very buff one," she said then grinning she hung up the phone.
---End of Intercut---
Felicity was grinning knowing what she would have to do. She would go home, sure Chilton wouldn't be the nicest place but she would try to figure out who the mysterious, supposedly enchanting girl was. Then she would get Tristan back home, her parents would succumb to her pressure, especially when it involved Tristan. After that she would have to play the matchmaker. Sort of like Emma from Emma by Jane Austen was, the whole time she had been reading Emma she had been longing to be a matchmaker. And now was her chance. She smiled, her brother's happiness would come, it truly would. And well Felicity was just going to enjoy the ride, watching it and helping it along. She sighed, full of happiness, and then walked over towards the office.
After a short talk, filled with the 'We will miss your active participation' speech and other such obligated speeches with the Head Mistress, Felicity walked back to her room. She had had her own room the whole time she had stayed her, this was of course because of the influence her family had over because of their money. She opened her closet and all of her drawers. Pulled out huge suitcases and boxes. Looked around the room she had spent five years in, pictures of her and Tristan lined the shelves, her brother was after all her only companion, she also had one picture of past friends, past friends from when she was younger. The classic novels and other books lined up against a whole wall, there were also stacks of other books all around the room. Her bed was uncomfortable, the only comfort it brought was a big down comforter. The mirror didn't have any stickers or anything on it, as it did in other rooms. There weren't huge posters or pictures of boyfriends, family, and best friends. Felicity sighed, knowing that no one would notice she had gone. And if anyone did notice, no one would care. She was the quiet girl, who kept to herself. There would be no difference when she left, no murmurs of gossip through the classrooms about her disappearance, she would leave just like that, as quiet as a mouse and no one would even throw a glance her way. There would be no mark, no mark that she; Felicity Dugrey had been there, it wouldn't be apparent to the outside eye. She would load everything away, pack it tightly and be gone, just like that, poof. She sighed; it was for the best after all. And maybe she wasn't thrilled knowing that she hadn't left her mark as every girl did, every girl left something that showed that they had been there, whether it was an alcohol stain on the rug, a picture sticker (the kind you get in booths at the movies), etchings in to the wall, or numerous other things, every girl left a mark, but she wouldn't. That was the only upsetting thing. She took pieces of clothing after pieces of clothing and took them off their hanger, then folded them and put them in their appropriate suitcase or box. She continued putting things away for many hours into the night. Finally at three in the morning she put away the last thing, her journal, she had just finished writing in it. She looked around, the white walls, the wooden bed, the now empty closet, empty shelves, at everything. She smiled, she was leaving this place for good, what a tremendous relief it was. Then she tucked herself into bed and turned off the light. Murmuring to herself, "Tristan will be happy, I'll get him his mystery girl. And I'll be happy, I'll have friends this time, yes I'll have at least one friend." Then she fell asleep thinking of those thoughts. Those happy thoughts.
The next morning Rory rolled out of bed at the ungodly hour of six thirty. She walked sleepily into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. She popped a pop tart into the toaster and sat down, sipping her coffee. She noticed the pile of mail and decided to search through it. Bills, Catalogues, random magazines that her mother had subscribed to for god knows what reason, then her eyes landed upon a creamy yellow envelope. It was addressed to her. She turned it over to see who it was from and on the back label there was a return address. It was from Tristan. She breathed in quickly; her heart stopped beating and then started again at a rapid pace. Tristan Dugrey, Bible Boy as he was known as here. He had called her Mary though her whole first year at Chilton, tormented her, she had pretended to despise his tormenting and their banters, but deep down she had loved every second of them. Falling deeper and deeper for Tristan. The only obstacle had been Dean, an obstacle who had now been cleared. She and Tristan had exchanged one kiss, one kiss that lasted a few seconds, but a kiss that let her know exactly what she wanted. That kiss also let her know him, the true him, underneath the cockiness. She didn't understand why she had run away from him in tears that night. None of it comprehended to her now. She had loved him that was for sure, but she had run, run away from what she could have had. That kiss, the only kiss she knew she would remember for her whole life. No one knew her actual feelings for Tristan, how he raced through her mind every day, like clock work, she would wake up and think of him, what he was doing in Military school. She missed him; she missed him with all her heart. And she hadn't heard one word from him since the day he left, since he had spoken those unexpected and truly dreadful words, "I gotta go. So, I might kiss you goodbye but, uh, your boyfriend's watching. Take care of yourself, Mary." She wished she had done something that day, just one thing that day, anything to make him stay, given him a hug, told him how she felt about him, kissed him, anything, the possibilities were endless. But no she had let Tristan Dugrey walked out of her life, the only man that ever meant something to her, the only man that would ever mean something to her the way he did, she had let him walk out, and she, well she had walked back to Dean. That was the worst decision she would make in her life. And here she was two years later, a few months into senior year, and she was holding a letter, holding a letter from Tristan Dugrey. Her heart was skipping beats but at the same time was running as fast as it could. She delicately took her thumb and opened the letter, making sure not to tear the paper, a letter from Tristan, a letter of hope, of promise, what she had wanted for two years now, she opened it and stared at the piece of paper it contained.
Felicity rolled over as she heard sharp blasts, the stupid foghorn alarm that Tristan had bought for her because he found it 'amusing' was blasting off. She groaned and hit it, it wouldn't turn off, she hit it again and it finally turned off. Then she rolled out of bed. Walked in to the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror and said, "Here goes nothing Felicity Dugrey, it's now or never, your happiness and your brothers happiness depend on you. And you'll make it work." She smiled knowing how true those words were, then she brushed her teeth, washed her face and changed. She packed her bed stuff back up, and double-checked the room making sure that nothing else was there. Then she went into the cafeteria. No one was there that morning considering that it was 6:47 in the morning, after all who in his or her right mind would be there. She gave it one more last look, gulped down the last bit of coffee in her cup and brought her box of cereal back to her room.
She sat in her room quietly, just staring around and munching on her cereal. Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Miss Dugrey?" came the response.
Felicity got up and opened the door revealing who most likely was the chauffeur of her family at the moment. "Hello, what is your name, I'm Felicity and you don't have to call me Miss."
"I'm Patrick, Miss Dugrey."
"Fine if you like the Miss so much," Felicity said, this was another one who wasn't going to bend at all, just follow everything she said. She walked over and grabbed some of her remaining bags; a lot of her stuff was already outside. Patrick picked up a few bags also and walked out of the room. Felicity took one last look around the room, smiled and walked out, leaving the door slightly open. Ten minutes later and everything was loaded into the car, there was no one there to say good-bye to her, no tearful goodbyes, not friends saying that she had to call every day. No this place really didn't matter all that much. She climbed in to the back seat of yet another new black Mercedes and as Patrick drove off she watched five years of her life fade away. Then she smiled, everything was gonna be good, oh yes it was, she closed her eyes and fell asleep thinking happy thoughts.
A few hours later she heard her name called, at first it was in her dream, which she could no long remember, but then she kept hearing it. She unwillingly opened her eyes.
"Miss Dugrey, we have arrived," said Patrick
Felicity opened her eyes fully and looked around, she was in Hartford. Yes in Hartford, things would go her way. She would find Tristan's mysterious girl, get Tristan back home, get those two together and make a few friends. Yes happiness was in order with the stars. She swung her legs around and walked out of the car and into her house.
************************************************************************ Hey so do you like it? I know I totally left the Rory thing hanging but it will be a Trory, yup it will be, just you wait! Next chapter will be out relatively soon, I just have to work out some kinks, but it'll be a really different and good story. It may take a while for Tristan to really come into play with the story, but he will be a prominent character. Please review and read my other stories. Again sorry about the possible false alarm.
Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease
-Anna
ps. I think I wrote fill instead of feel in here somewhere, I just can't find it so if there is the word fill it should actually be feel! Haha!