Story: Rock, Paper, Ice
Author: SunsetBeach
Chapter One: "The F.R. Leavers who died in 1978?"
"End of the story. So what do you think?"
Paris Gellar held a pointer in her had and took a seat, scanning the Franklin staff room for her next victim.
"Rory! What do you think?"
"Well, umm, Paris." Rory slowly started "While I think that the idea is. novel, I'm not sure how. well received. an expose on what the President of ETS did during Woodstock would be."
Paris froze behind the editors desk, and pinned Rory with a disbelieving stare.
"Don't you think that the public has a right to know? Apparently, this hack was just a drug happy, hippie wolf in sheep's Armani suits! Who wouldn't be interested?!?!"
"Well, umm.."
"Ms. Gellar. sorry to interrupt your staff meeting, however, there is something that I need to discuss with all of you." Rory breathed a sigh of relief as Mr. Medina, their advisor, entered the room.
"I am sure that you all know that as interim deputy headmaster of discipline, I am in charge of the 'Second Chances' program, which strives to give readmitted Chilton students a chance to rebuild their high school resume so they could still be admitted to good colleges," The girls both nodded in recognition "Well, a senior student has returned from a year at military school, and needs a few extracurriculars to give his resume a little boost. I am hoping that you can take him on as a staff writer."
"But Mr. Medina, this paper has a reputation for excellence! We can't just take anyone on!" Paris exploded
"Well, Ms. Gellar, this student seems rather capable of rising to the occasion." Mr. Medina said in a voice that said "Dispute me any more and lose the opinion section"
"Fine" Paris feigned civility with the idea "he can join Rory in the Arts section. You can tell him that her group meets tomorrow, in this room, at 3 o'clock."
"Good. I know that you could be accommodating." Mr. Medina said as he left the room. Paris gritted her teeth and looked at her watch.
"It's four o'clock, and I have an appointment with my college essay consultant. We will continue this at our next staff meeting. You all are dismissed for today, except for Rory, who I need to talk to." The Franklin Editorial staff quickly exited the room as Rory hitched her backpack up on her shoulders, and walked up to Paris.
"The Jeff Goldbloom award is being awarded in a month,' Paris started in. "this award is given to one paper every year. After studying every paper who has won the award, I have found that the award committee seems to favor papers who have arts sections that are well organized, and filled with informative, well written, succinct articles and reviews. That means that the heat is on for you. I expect for you to produce a section that is all these things. You need to stay on the tail of each of your writers. The committee tracks the roster and wants an article from each staff writer. So, with this new guy, you better make sure that he is up to par. Don't blow this, Gilmore!"
"I'll make sure not to." Rory walked out of the room mumbling.. "Don't blow this, Gilmore" she mocked as she walked out the bus stop.
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"Hey Luke.. do you think that if I wore all white, sucked in my cheeks, and glared at everyone I could pass for Victoria Beckham? Because you know, then I could just talk in a british accent and yell "girl power!" at everyone I know! Oooh! Then I can try to meet the Queen and convince her that tea is so passé, and that instead of tea time, they should have coffee time, and instead of once a day, it could be, like, coffee time every two hours!"
"Are you aware that you're still talking?" Luke asked as Lorelai strode into the diner and plopped down on an empty stool.
"Have you seen my offspring?"
"In the corner with the book."
"Well, I expect to see a cup of coffee there next to her pronto!"
"I'm sorry, you must've thought that you were in the diner that serves death for breakfast.. we don't feed unhealthy addictions here"
"I'll trade you. Coffee for my undying affection. and a tweety doll!"
"No."
"I thrwat I saw a cranky pwants. I did! I did see a cranky pwants!" Lorelai pointed with her best tweety bird impression. Luke practically threw the mug of coffee across the counter.
"Here! Take it all.. just .. STOP.. please"
"Thanks!" Luke watched as Lorelai skipped away, thinking to himself "why is it that I always give in to whatever she wants?"
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Lorelai approached a serene Rory and sat down next to her.
"Hey Babe. How was your day?" Rory closed her book.
"It was allright. Except after the staff meeting Paris got all spastic about winning the jeff goldbloom award, and also stuck me with the new guy. How was your day, mom?"
"It was o.k., except Michel refused to work because someone asked him if he was from Canada, and Sookie accidentally set fire to something."
"Doesn't Sookie always set something on fire?"
"It was the new sous chef." Lorelai said soberly. "By the way, did you ever want to be a sous chef? Because we have an opening. You know what? We're going to forget our sour day by having spa night! We'll wear those green maskie thingys and watch the First Wives Club so we can find out at what point Goldie Hawns lips take up the whole screen! Sweetie, you go home and take a hot bath while I go pick up the movie." Lorelai put her coat, gloves, and scarf on and opened the door. Luke looked up from behind the counter and yelled.
"No! Lorelai! Look out for the patch of.." Lorelai didn't hear him in time and took a step out, and instantly slipped and started falling backwards "ice." Lorelai hit her head on the edge of a table as she fell
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Chapter One: "The F.R. Leavers who died in 1978?"
"End of the story. So what do you think?"
Paris Gellar held a pointer in her had and took a seat, scanning the Franklin staff room for her next victim.
"Rory! What do you think?"
"Well, umm, Paris." Rory slowly started "While I think that the idea is. novel, I'm not sure how. well received. an expose on what the President of ETS did during Woodstock would be."
Paris froze behind the editors desk, and pinned Rory with a disbelieving stare.
"Don't you think that the public has a right to know? Apparently, this hack was just a drug happy, hippie wolf in sheep's Armani suits! Who wouldn't be interested?!?!"
"Well, umm.."
"Ms. Gellar. sorry to interrupt your staff meeting, however, there is something that I need to discuss with all of you." Rory breathed a sigh of relief as Mr. Medina, their advisor, entered the room.
"I am sure that you all know that as interim deputy headmaster of discipline, I am in charge of the 'Second Chances' program, which strives to give readmitted Chilton students a chance to rebuild their high school resume so they could still be admitted to good colleges," The girls both nodded in recognition "Well, a senior student has returned from a year at military school, and needs a few extracurriculars to give his resume a little boost. I am hoping that you can take him on as a staff writer."
"But Mr. Medina, this paper has a reputation for excellence! We can't just take anyone on!" Paris exploded
"Well, Ms. Gellar, this student seems rather capable of rising to the occasion." Mr. Medina said in a voice that said "Dispute me any more and lose the opinion section"
"Fine" Paris feigned civility with the idea "he can join Rory in the Arts section. You can tell him that her group meets tomorrow, in this room, at 3 o'clock."
"Good. I know that you could be accommodating." Mr. Medina said as he left the room. Paris gritted her teeth and looked at her watch.
"It's four o'clock, and I have an appointment with my college essay consultant. We will continue this at our next staff meeting. You all are dismissed for today, except for Rory, who I need to talk to." The Franklin Editorial staff quickly exited the room as Rory hitched her backpack up on her shoulders, and walked up to Paris.
"The Jeff Goldbloom award is being awarded in a month,' Paris started in. "this award is given to one paper every year. After studying every paper who has won the award, I have found that the award committee seems to favor papers who have arts sections that are well organized, and filled with informative, well written, succinct articles and reviews. That means that the heat is on for you. I expect for you to produce a section that is all these things. You need to stay on the tail of each of your writers. The committee tracks the roster and wants an article from each staff writer. So, with this new guy, you better make sure that he is up to par. Don't blow this, Gilmore!"
"I'll make sure not to." Rory walked out of the room mumbling.. "Don't blow this, Gilmore" she mocked as she walked out the bus stop.
_________
"Hey Luke.. do you think that if I wore all white, sucked in my cheeks, and glared at everyone I could pass for Victoria Beckham? Because you know, then I could just talk in a british accent and yell "girl power!" at everyone I know! Oooh! Then I can try to meet the Queen and convince her that tea is so passé, and that instead of tea time, they should have coffee time, and instead of once a day, it could be, like, coffee time every two hours!"
"Are you aware that you're still talking?" Luke asked as Lorelai strode into the diner and plopped down on an empty stool.
"Have you seen my offspring?"
"In the corner with the book."
"Well, I expect to see a cup of coffee there next to her pronto!"
"I'm sorry, you must've thought that you were in the diner that serves death for breakfast.. we don't feed unhealthy addictions here"
"I'll trade you. Coffee for my undying affection. and a tweety doll!"
"No."
"I thrwat I saw a cranky pwants. I did! I did see a cranky pwants!" Lorelai pointed with her best tweety bird impression. Luke practically threw the mug of coffee across the counter.
"Here! Take it all.. just .. STOP.. please"
"Thanks!" Luke watched as Lorelai skipped away, thinking to himself "why is it that I always give in to whatever she wants?"
_________
Lorelai approached a serene Rory and sat down next to her.
"Hey Babe. How was your day?" Rory closed her book.
"It was allright. Except after the staff meeting Paris got all spastic about winning the jeff goldbloom award, and also stuck me with the new guy. How was your day, mom?"
"It was o.k., except Michel refused to work because someone asked him if he was from Canada, and Sookie accidentally set fire to something."
"Doesn't Sookie always set something on fire?"
"It was the new sous chef." Lorelai said soberly. "By the way, did you ever want to be a sous chef? Because we have an opening. You know what? We're going to forget our sour day by having spa night! We'll wear those green maskie thingys and watch the First Wives Club so we can find out at what point Goldie Hawns lips take up the whole screen! Sweetie, you go home and take a hot bath while I go pick up the movie." Lorelai put her coat, gloves, and scarf on and opened the door. Luke looked up from behind the counter and yelled.
"No! Lorelai! Look out for the patch of.." Lorelai didn't hear him in time and took a step out, and instantly slipped and started falling backwards "ice." Lorelai hit her head on the edge of a table as she fell
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