Tomboy
By Emily Carol
Summary: AU - Richard and Emily forced Lorelai and Christopher to put Rory up for adoption after she was born. Now Rory's 16 and living in a family full of boys on the outskirts of New York City. A search for her actual mother on her 16th birthday throws her into a life she never expected. Can a tomboy like her stand it?
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls (and I didn't last chapter either... life can be so unfair)
Author's note: Thanks to all reviewers!
Still looking for betas for On Eagle's Wings, e-mail me if interested.
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Chapter 2
Rory lay on her stomach in her room. She kicked around a pillow on her bed with her feet as she quickly worked through her math homework.
She heard a small rap on her door just as she was putting her book away in her backpack. "Who is it?" she asked standing up and walking over to her bookshelf and looking through the books.
"Mom," Rory heard her mom say through the door. Her voice seemed kind of strange.
"Come in," Rory pulled out a book and sat on her bed.
"Hi honey," her mom said.
"Hi Mom," Rory said.
"So, sixteen today huh?"
"Yeah," Rory said. "Thanks for the new backpack, the old one's in shreds." She geastured to the yellow one sitting in the corner and had a huge hole in the top.
"Sorry it wasn't more but you know we don't get much income," her mom said.
"I know," Rory said. "It's fine."
"Well I have one more gift for you Rory," her mom said.
"What?" Rory asked confused. How could they afford another gift?
"Opportunity."
"Opportunity for what?" Rory asked confused. What was her mom getting at here?
"A better life."
"What's wrong with my life now?" Rory asked. "I have all of you. You're my family. My blood-"
She was cut off. "No, you're not."
"What?" Rory asked louder than she should have.
"Shh," her mom said. "A year after Chris was born your dad and I didn't think we'd be able to have anymore kids. I desperately wanted a daughter so we applied for adoption. That was when your dad had a good job with good income and we had a decent amount of money. We got you from a girl who was only sixteen. Her parents forced her to put you up for adoption and they told us that you shouldn't know that you were adopted until we saw fit, perferably your sixteenth birthday. Well two months later I found myself pregnant again and along came Jake. And then all the others. Then just after Ricky was born your father lost his job and we were forced to move here so he could work as a low paid janitor instead of the great teacher he's meant to be."
"So you're not my mom?" Rory asked. "I spent my whole life thinking you were my mom and you aren't?"
"Yes."
"So what do I call you now? If you're not my mom what do I call you?"
"I guess you can just call me Elizabeth," Elizabeth told her referring to her first name.
Rory nodded. "So what's the opportunity?"
"You're sixteen. You can go do whatever you want. When Chris turned sixteen he dropped out of school. And knowing you I'm guessing you're going to find your mother aren't you?" Elizabeth said.
"Well what else am I supposed to do?" Rory yelled at Elizabeth. She stood up and walked to the door of her room. "I spent my whole life thinking you were my mother and now I find out you're not? I can't believe you never told me!" She stormed out of the room and Elizabeth heard the front door slam.
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Author's Note: Hope you like it! I"ve got most of it written and I'm just gonna post when I have time. Please review!
~Emily Carol
By Emily Carol
Summary: AU - Richard and Emily forced Lorelai and Christopher to put Rory up for adoption after she was born. Now Rory's 16 and living in a family full of boys on the outskirts of New York City. A search for her actual mother on her 16th birthday throws her into a life she never expected. Can a tomboy like her stand it?
Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls (and I didn't last chapter either... life can be so unfair)
Author's note: Thanks to all reviewers!
Still looking for betas for On Eagle's Wings, e-mail me if interested.
****
Chapter 2
Rory lay on her stomach in her room. She kicked around a pillow on her bed with her feet as she quickly worked through her math homework.
She heard a small rap on her door just as she was putting her book away in her backpack. "Who is it?" she asked standing up and walking over to her bookshelf and looking through the books.
"Mom," Rory heard her mom say through the door. Her voice seemed kind of strange.
"Come in," Rory pulled out a book and sat on her bed.
"Hi honey," her mom said.
"Hi Mom," Rory said.
"So, sixteen today huh?"
"Yeah," Rory said. "Thanks for the new backpack, the old one's in shreds." She geastured to the yellow one sitting in the corner and had a huge hole in the top.
"Sorry it wasn't more but you know we don't get much income," her mom said.
"I know," Rory said. "It's fine."
"Well I have one more gift for you Rory," her mom said.
"What?" Rory asked confused. How could they afford another gift?
"Opportunity."
"Opportunity for what?" Rory asked confused. What was her mom getting at here?
"A better life."
"What's wrong with my life now?" Rory asked. "I have all of you. You're my family. My blood-"
She was cut off. "No, you're not."
"What?" Rory asked louder than she should have.
"Shh," her mom said. "A year after Chris was born your dad and I didn't think we'd be able to have anymore kids. I desperately wanted a daughter so we applied for adoption. That was when your dad had a good job with good income and we had a decent amount of money. We got you from a girl who was only sixteen. Her parents forced her to put you up for adoption and they told us that you shouldn't know that you were adopted until we saw fit, perferably your sixteenth birthday. Well two months later I found myself pregnant again and along came Jake. And then all the others. Then just after Ricky was born your father lost his job and we were forced to move here so he could work as a low paid janitor instead of the great teacher he's meant to be."
"So you're not my mom?" Rory asked. "I spent my whole life thinking you were my mom and you aren't?"
"Yes."
"So what do I call you now? If you're not my mom what do I call you?"
"I guess you can just call me Elizabeth," Elizabeth told her referring to her first name.
Rory nodded. "So what's the opportunity?"
"You're sixteen. You can go do whatever you want. When Chris turned sixteen he dropped out of school. And knowing you I'm guessing you're going to find your mother aren't you?" Elizabeth said.
"Well what else am I supposed to do?" Rory yelled at Elizabeth. She stood up and walked to the door of her room. "I spent my whole life thinking you were my mother and now I find out you're not? I can't believe you never told me!" She stormed out of the room and Elizabeth heard the front door slam.
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Author's Note: Hope you like it! I"ve got most of it written and I'm just gonna post when I have time. Please review!
~Emily Carol