Disclaimer: The characters of Gilmore Girls do not belong to us. They are the property of Amy Sherman Palladino and other affiliates. We are borrowing them for the simple reason of fan fiction.
Authors: Yes, Chris (ChristineCS) and Priya (IndianSpice) decided to join evil forces together, upon this challenged being issued by Nate, whom we thank for this lovely idea.
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::Prologue::
$3,283.59. Lorelai Gilmore wondered how far a sixteen-year-old girl in 1983 could get on that. Not far enough was the automatic reply that her brain sent back to her. She sighed and hid the money back into the box that she called Daisy, because of the fact that the flower had been painted on the cover of it. But thought better of putting it back in its hiding space, and slipped it into her purse. It gave her a nice sense of freedom when she did that. Like she was in control of her own destiny, and was going to see more than the walls of the state of Connecticut instead of staying in Hartford until graduation and then being shipped off to Yale.
It was strange, in fact, everything was very strange. One minute she was seeking refuge in her attic, and the next she was in a whole new world. Fragments of the day came back to her, mostly blurs, but she could still remember some things quite vividly.
Just as she thought she had lost her, Emily was right back on her track again. "Lorelai, do not make me chase you around the room! You are not four!"
Lorelai debated whether to stop running or not, but then, the she realized just how much she loved seeing Emily Gilmore sweat. Ducking behind the couch, she yelled back. "Gee, Mom, are you sure? Because the last time I checked, I was still being treated like I was."
Emily curled her hands into fists, ready to leap forward. "Stop this act of insanity this instant, Lorelai!" She took a deep breath, hoping it would calm her. "Now, I have guests coming, and I expect you to march yourself upstairs and get dressed, properly," she added when a mental image of Lorelai coming down the stairs dressed like a hooker flashed in her mind. "The Densmores are lovely people and I'm sure you'll love to meet Joel. Charming young man that Joel."
Lorelai rolled her eyes, getting up from crouching on the ground. "Charming young man that Joel," she mimicked.
Emily grabbed a tight hold of her shoulders, and hissed through gritted teeth. "This is no joking matter, Lorelai. Go up stairs. Now."
It was official, she hated Emily Gilmore. Lorelai trudged up the stairs, stomping harder each time she stepped—just to show her resentment. If she went to her bedroom, her mother would know exactly where to find her. She couldn't escape from the window; they had sealed it shut. And she couldn't lock herself in, they had a damn key. Looks like she would be making a detour to the attic.
Lorelai shook the memory away. Damn, that was weird. She blinked, had the attic grown more cluttered? What was all this stuff, the contents must have tripled at least. She stood up, her hand knocking down a stack of magazines beside her. Time. It would figure, nothing less than informational allowed in the Gilmore home. May as well pick up lest Emily actually step foot up in here and yell at her. As soon as she picked it up, however, she dropped it. Or well, more like threw it. It wasn't the magazine, or the photo or even the cobwebs that had made her drop it. It was the date. October 17th, 2003.
Uh, that was a big no.
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To Be Continued…
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