The Simple Things
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or the great lyrics
Summary: Jess's story, before and through the transfer to SH.
A/N On every chapter there's going to be a song by "ALL"
;D
Chapter 6 – Frog
We got home late afternoon. Mom was totally sober by then, I could tell by the stricken look she had on her face. It lacked the softening affect the alcohol had on her.
We didn't talk that evening. Well, it wasn't something unusual, it's just that the silence seemed heavier than ever.
I went into my room, plopped on the bed with my favorite book, 'Oliver Twist'. It had always inspired and gave me hope, so I once again, sank into a world where bad things happens but there was always the promise for a happy ending, and pushed my sticky situation away for now.
Mom woke me up unusually early. It was actually uncommon for her to wake me up period. I was still a bit dazed, but listening to her words woke me up at once.
"I'm sending you to my brother, in Stars Hollow"
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I knew it was the only thing to do. But still, I was thrown away by the ramification. NY was home. I had my little corner there, I knew my way around. And now I had to leave home. It was not just my mom that I was going to leave behind, it was my old life. My whole existence was to be reborn.
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I packed some of my cloths, a few books and my CD player in a duffle bag and without looking back, started my way in the direction of Port Authority central station.
"The train to Hartford will departure in two minutes" a high woman's voice announced in the background.
This place is so forsaken, it doesn't even have a direct train to I thought bitterly.
I took a seat by a window, placed my headphones on and hoped nobody's gonna sit beside me. I like to travel by train. Not the underground ones, I like those you can sit back and relax in their comfy seats and watch the scenery go by, out of the square little windows. I have a vague memory, you know these ones, when you can't tell if you really remember or if you just made them up, of me and my dad, traveling by train to the sea. I think I was having fun that day, but than again, I'm not entirely sure I didn't just make it up, maybe I read about it somewhere and created this little fantasy, I don't know... One thing I'm sure about is he won't be there to verify it.
At least nobody sat beside me. I wasn't in a mood for an annoyance.
Gradually, the scenery began to change. The big city and its smog were left behind and the landscape became more county like, green and relaxed.
I barely remembered Luke. I saw him when I was about six I think. He was wearing a plaid shirt and a baseball cap, that was all I could remember, I probably won't recognize him. It's been over ten years now.
The train made a stop at Yale University, New Haven, I was overwhelmed. It was huge and beautiful. I got a glimpse at a few students, proudly wearing the Uni's shirts. I could never be like that. They looked so happy and normal. I wish I could be like them.
"Next stop Hartford Central" echoed in the booth.
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I got off the train at central, and caught the bus to Stars Hollow. The bus was half empty, so again, I wasn't bugged by others. I looked out the window, and again, the change as we left the city was pointed. Only now, it looked almost abandoned.
About thirty minutes later, I noticed the sign "Welcome to Stars Hollow, population 9,973"
Indeed abandoned.
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"Frog" By ALL
I've got a frog in my pocket. It's not a big frog. I like it anyway. One time I tried to hock it. You can't get much for that kind of frog these days. But you can have fun with an amphibian. Just put him back when you're done, back in your pocket, pocket or else he'll jump away. I know it's only a frog. It's not a cat or a dog. It's not a prize winning hog, but don't you knock it, knock it. Just the other day I heard this old man say, "I had a frog just like that when I was much, much younger. One day I let ol' Oscar get away. One night he lost himself in the fog. And I raised Oscar from a pollywog.. I swear to god I do miss that frog." "I had a frog like that when I was much, much younger. One day I let ol' Oscar get away. The other night we had a similar fog. I thought I saw him in a hollow log. I swear to god I do miss that frog."
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next one – Jess meets SH ;D
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LitJunkie
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or the great lyrics
Summary: Jess's story, before and through the transfer to SH.
A/N On every chapter there's going to be a song by "ALL"
;D
Chapter 6 – Frog
We got home late afternoon. Mom was totally sober by then, I could tell by the stricken look she had on her face. It lacked the softening affect the alcohol had on her.
We didn't talk that evening. Well, it wasn't something unusual, it's just that the silence seemed heavier than ever.
I went into my room, plopped on the bed with my favorite book, 'Oliver Twist'. It had always inspired and gave me hope, so I once again, sank into a world where bad things happens but there was always the promise for a happy ending, and pushed my sticky situation away for now.
Mom woke me up unusually early. It was actually uncommon for her to wake me up period. I was still a bit dazed, but listening to her words woke me up at once.
"I'm sending you to my brother, in Stars Hollow"
-----------
I knew it was the only thing to do. But still, I was thrown away by the ramification. NY was home. I had my little corner there, I knew my way around. And now I had to leave home. It was not just my mom that I was going to leave behind, it was my old life. My whole existence was to be reborn.
-----------
I packed some of my cloths, a few books and my CD player in a duffle bag and without looking back, started my way in the direction of Port Authority central station.
"The train to Hartford will departure in two minutes" a high woman's voice announced in the background.
This place is so forsaken, it doesn't even have a direct train to I thought bitterly.
I took a seat by a window, placed my headphones on and hoped nobody's gonna sit beside me. I like to travel by train. Not the underground ones, I like those you can sit back and relax in their comfy seats and watch the scenery go by, out of the square little windows. I have a vague memory, you know these ones, when you can't tell if you really remember or if you just made them up, of me and my dad, traveling by train to the sea. I think I was having fun that day, but than again, I'm not entirely sure I didn't just make it up, maybe I read about it somewhere and created this little fantasy, I don't know... One thing I'm sure about is he won't be there to verify it.
At least nobody sat beside me. I wasn't in a mood for an annoyance.
Gradually, the scenery began to change. The big city and its smog were left behind and the landscape became more county like, green and relaxed.
I barely remembered Luke. I saw him when I was about six I think. He was wearing a plaid shirt and a baseball cap, that was all I could remember, I probably won't recognize him. It's been over ten years now.
The train made a stop at Yale University, New Haven, I was overwhelmed. It was huge and beautiful. I got a glimpse at a few students, proudly wearing the Uni's shirts. I could never be like that. They looked so happy and normal. I wish I could be like them.
"Next stop Hartford Central" echoed in the booth.
----------
I got off the train at central, and caught the bus to Stars Hollow. The bus was half empty, so again, I wasn't bugged by others. I looked out the window, and again, the change as we left the city was pointed. Only now, it looked almost abandoned.
About thirty minutes later, I noticed the sign "Welcome to Stars Hollow, population 9,973"
Indeed abandoned.
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"Frog" By ALL
I've got a frog in my pocket. It's not a big frog. I like it anyway. One time I tried to hock it. You can't get much for that kind of frog these days. But you can have fun with an amphibian. Just put him back when you're done, back in your pocket, pocket or else he'll jump away. I know it's only a frog. It's not a cat or a dog. It's not a prize winning hog, but don't you knock it, knock it. Just the other day I heard this old man say, "I had a frog just like that when I was much, much younger. One day I let ol' Oscar get away. One night he lost himself in the fog. And I raised Oscar from a pollywog.. I swear to god I do miss that frog." "I had a frog like that when I was much, much younger. One day I let ol' Oscar get away. The other night we had a similar fog. I thought I saw him in a hollow log. I swear to god I do miss that frog."
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next one – Jess meets SH ;D
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LitJunkie