Due to Microsoft Words' spellcheck being a dumbass, I am sorry if stuff is spelled wrong.
Also, I'm ill and irrated so please bare with me if this sucks
Merry belated Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
Back at the diner Rory wildly talked about the new article she was supposed to write. Her affections toward journalism were clearly displayed as she explained it, hands flying and eyes shining. They were the only times she displayed SUCH enthusiasm. She loved her work and even though she didn't go to an Ivy League school, due to Chase, she still got a good education at Boston U. after he was born and was now a prized editor of the New York Times. Chase, at only 18 she had him... he wasn't supposed to happen but she was unbelievably glad he did. He didn't completely mess up her education; she still got what she was striving for in the end.
"I mean can you believe that, who would do something like that?" Rory ended as she sipped her coffee and unconsciously flipped her hair.
"I don't know, Ror but people are messed up these day" Jess answered and drank his tea, leaning back.
"Yea, I know" She placed her right hand on the table and started tapping her thumb and forefinger to a song and tilted her head to the side, glancing out the window.
"Something wrong, love?" Jess whispered, noticing these traits which she did only when there was something on her mind.
"Um, I don't know" She said, scrunching her eyebrows together "I mean, Chase and Gracie... their nothing like we used to be...well at least me."
"Their like you" Jess defensively responded.
"No their not" She said now looking him in the eyes "I mean Gracie's grades are good but Chase's... he only does as good as he has too, he almost failed three classes this year Jess! Their style...I mean don't get me wrong I am not THAT kind of mom but it's just..."
"Just what Rory? Their good kids, they both inherited your personality traits...the coffee, the wittiness"
"I know, I know" She said and looked towards her mom, remembering how close they were, still are.
"That's what you miss, isn't it?" Jess said practically reading her; he learned to do that quite well "It's not there fashion sense or grades, you miss the closeness, the security. Chase and Gracie are their own people, their individuals and in this day and age that's life. It's a good thing in some perspectives but if it's bothering you talk to them."
"I will, tonight" Rory smiled and drank the rest of her coffee before going up to get a refill.
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Gracie, a sophomore this year, placed her schedule in her purse and went to arrange her locker. She was just about to pull the tab when an oh-so-familiar voice caused her to stop.
"Well, well, well Grace Gilmore. Never thought you would come back, never had enough eh?" A tall girl stood arms crossed and dark eyes sparking mycefiously (A/n YES I no it's spelled wrong and after looking through endless dictionaries and a thesaurus I am starting to believe the word doesn' t even exist).
"Why hello to you to Gwendolyn, you seem to have gotten even more arrogant over the summer. Something I never thought possible" Grace replied and decided to ignore her. She opened her locker, putting nessacary notebooks and such in before closing it.
"Something else, precious?" (A/n: preciousSsS * mutters * damn Gollum) Gracie spat noticing she was still standing there. She slowly crept up to Gwen, standing face to face with her. Gwen took a step back and ran her hand through her hair nervously, shaking her head.
Gracie backed her into a locker and placed a long, black fingernail into her shoulder "Why love...you seem to be scared of me!"
"Of course not" Gwen squirmed but stayed planted against the lockers. Gracie smirked and lightly dug her nail into her shoulder blade just enough to draw a thin line of blood. Gwen whimpered and Grace giggled and walked away but not before turning back and waving. "See ya around!"
She turned around and laughed, catching a glimpse of her brother being taken to the bathroom by a teacher, who was ranting about makeup on boys being simply unacceptable. 'This year is just going to be just * to * fun' she thought clapping her hands together giddily.
She was content in her silent stride till... "Grace!" She whipped around to see Holly Dugrey coming towards her.
"Hey freak, any animal sacrifices I can join in?" She replied smugly, slightly grinning.
"Hey bitch, wouldn't you like to know" Gracie giggled and then her and Holly burst out laughing. Gracie ran up and enveopled her best friend in a hug. (A/n bet you didn't see that coming) Holly was relieved to see a friendly, well * real * face. Granted she was popular and had lots of friends but she wasn't fake, she wasn't her father or her mother, for that matter. That's why her and Gracie were practically same of mind, they realized the world with a completely open and realistic outlook. Don't get me wrong, Rory was a great mom and person but she was too cookie cutter and bookworm-ish for Grace at her age.
She rested through homeroom and went to her first class, Algebra 2/Trig, doing a run through in her head of the mornings events. Gwendolyn Grant. Daughter Of Louise Grant and some millionaire that she divorced and got half of his wealth right after Gwen's birth. She was clear headed and hypocritical along with being a baby. Point blank, they loathed each other. Rory said in pre-school Gwen came up and splashed her face with sand when she was walking by to get a cookie at snack time, go figure. She rolled her eyes and watched as the rotating hand on the clock met the long black one at the 12, signifying the end of class.
Also, I'm ill and irrated so please bare with me if this sucks
Merry belated Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
Back at the diner Rory wildly talked about the new article she was supposed to write. Her affections toward journalism were clearly displayed as she explained it, hands flying and eyes shining. They were the only times she displayed SUCH enthusiasm. She loved her work and even though she didn't go to an Ivy League school, due to Chase, she still got a good education at Boston U. after he was born and was now a prized editor of the New York Times. Chase, at only 18 she had him... he wasn't supposed to happen but she was unbelievably glad he did. He didn't completely mess up her education; she still got what she was striving for in the end.
"I mean can you believe that, who would do something like that?" Rory ended as she sipped her coffee and unconsciously flipped her hair.
"I don't know, Ror but people are messed up these day" Jess answered and drank his tea, leaning back.
"Yea, I know" She placed her right hand on the table and started tapping her thumb and forefinger to a song and tilted her head to the side, glancing out the window.
"Something wrong, love?" Jess whispered, noticing these traits which she did only when there was something on her mind.
"Um, I don't know" She said, scrunching her eyebrows together "I mean, Chase and Gracie... their nothing like we used to be...well at least me."
"Their like you" Jess defensively responded.
"No their not" She said now looking him in the eyes "I mean Gracie's grades are good but Chase's... he only does as good as he has too, he almost failed three classes this year Jess! Their style...I mean don't get me wrong I am not THAT kind of mom but it's just..."
"Just what Rory? Their good kids, they both inherited your personality traits...the coffee, the wittiness"
"I know, I know" She said and looked towards her mom, remembering how close they were, still are.
"That's what you miss, isn't it?" Jess said practically reading her; he learned to do that quite well "It's not there fashion sense or grades, you miss the closeness, the security. Chase and Gracie are their own people, their individuals and in this day and age that's life. It's a good thing in some perspectives but if it's bothering you talk to them."
"I will, tonight" Rory smiled and drank the rest of her coffee before going up to get a refill.
~--------------------------------------------------------------------~
Gracie, a sophomore this year, placed her schedule in her purse and went to arrange her locker. She was just about to pull the tab when an oh-so-familiar voice caused her to stop.
"Well, well, well Grace Gilmore. Never thought you would come back, never had enough eh?" A tall girl stood arms crossed and dark eyes sparking mycefiously (A/n YES I no it's spelled wrong and after looking through endless dictionaries and a thesaurus I am starting to believe the word doesn' t even exist).
"Why hello to you to Gwendolyn, you seem to have gotten even more arrogant over the summer. Something I never thought possible" Grace replied and decided to ignore her. She opened her locker, putting nessacary notebooks and such in before closing it.
"Something else, precious?" (A/n: preciousSsS * mutters * damn Gollum) Gracie spat noticing she was still standing there. She slowly crept up to Gwen, standing face to face with her. Gwen took a step back and ran her hand through her hair nervously, shaking her head.
Gracie backed her into a locker and placed a long, black fingernail into her shoulder "Why love...you seem to be scared of me!"
"Of course not" Gwen squirmed but stayed planted against the lockers. Gracie smirked and lightly dug her nail into her shoulder blade just enough to draw a thin line of blood. Gwen whimpered and Grace giggled and walked away but not before turning back and waving. "See ya around!"
She turned around and laughed, catching a glimpse of her brother being taken to the bathroom by a teacher, who was ranting about makeup on boys being simply unacceptable. 'This year is just going to be just * to * fun' she thought clapping her hands together giddily.
She was content in her silent stride till... "Grace!" She whipped around to see Holly Dugrey coming towards her.
"Hey freak, any animal sacrifices I can join in?" She replied smugly, slightly grinning.
"Hey bitch, wouldn't you like to know" Gracie giggled and then her and Holly burst out laughing. Gracie ran up and enveopled her best friend in a hug. (A/n bet you didn't see that coming) Holly was relieved to see a friendly, well * real * face. Granted she was popular and had lots of friends but she wasn't fake, she wasn't her father or her mother, for that matter. That's why her and Gracie were practically same of mind, they realized the world with a completely open and realistic outlook. Don't get me wrong, Rory was a great mom and person but she was too cookie cutter and bookworm-ish for Grace at her age.
She rested through homeroom and went to her first class, Algebra 2/Trig, doing a run through in her head of the mornings events. Gwendolyn Grant. Daughter Of Louise Grant and some millionaire that she divorced and got half of his wealth right after Gwen's birth. She was clear headed and hypocritical along with being a baby. Point blank, they loathed each other. Rory said in pre-school Gwen came up and splashed her face with sand when she was walking by to get a cookie at snack time, go figure. She rolled her eyes and watched as the rotating hand on the clock met the long black one at the 12, signifying the end of class.