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! I wasn't planning on responding to reviews on this story much but I had a few I wanted to for chapter 3:
MOST PEOPLE - I've been asked about pairings, there aren't any in this story, something I don't normally do.
An Adopted Person - I don't have much experience with adoption, I know a couple adopted people, but three of them are from Russia and two or three from China, only one from America. But I do know that, like most situations, people react differently to finding out their adopted. And the fact that adoptive mothers don't just say one day that you're adopted isn't always true, it happens. Mother's and father's want their children to know things. And about Rory's reaction, again, people act differently. Besides, it's just the beginning, her adoptive family just doesn't disappear after the first chapters.
Still looking for betas for On Eagle's Wings, e-mail me if interested. Or leave a note in your review
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Chapter 4
Rory slowly walked off the bus. The sun had risen and she stood and looked all around her at the Hartford bus station seeing the rays of light through the window.
This was it.
A policeman walked up to her. "Excuse me little girl," he said.
"Who are you calling little?" Rory asked him.
"Sorry," the policeman said. "But by any chance does your mother or father know where you are?"
"Well, you see here, no, they don't. But I'm not a runaway," Rory said.
"Then what are you?" the policeman said.
"My mother doesn't know who the hell I am," Rory said. "Well she does, but last time she saw me I was a tiny baby and she handed me over to another pair of parents then. I don't know a thing about her except she used to live in Hartford and her last name is Gilmore. Now excuse me while I try to go find out who I am." Rory shoved past the policeman and walked to a phone booth.
"Gilmore..." she said to herself. "Gilmore, Gilmore, Gilmore..." she flipped the pages of the phone book.
"Eureka I've found it," she said dryly while laughing at herself. "God, there's a hell of a lot of Gilmores." She ripped the page out of the phone book and folded it before placing it in her pocket. She sighed and walked out of the phone booth.
Avoiding the police officer she left the bus station quickly.
***
Rory walked slowly to the door of a huge mansion. She'd already been through half of the Gilmores, none of them knew who she was or who her mother might be.
"Gilmore, Richard," she read from the sheet she held. Double checking the address she knocked on the door.
A maid answered the door, "May I help you?" she asked. She seemed shocked to see a girl with long hair down her back, baggy jeans, and a sweatshirt standing at the door.
"I need to speak to Richard Gilmore or someone else in this household with the last name of Gilmore," Rory said.
"Do you have an appointment?" the maid asked.
"No," Rory said. "But it's really important and it'll only take a second."
"I'll see if Mrs. Gilmore will see you as Mr. Gilmore is on business," the maid said inviting her in.
Rory stood in the hallway as the maid walked up the stairs.
Moments later a short lady with short brown hair came down. "We don't want to buy anything," she said to Rory with a tone of voice that sounded annoyed.
"I'm not selling anything," Rory said. She didn't think this could be her mother, she seemed too old, not young enough to have had her when she was sixteen.
"Well then what do you want?" Mrs. Gilmore asked.
"I'm wondering if you know a Lorelai?" Rory asked.
"I know three," Mrs. Gilmore said dryly.
"Lorelai Leigh?" Rory asked hoping for more.
Mrs. Gilmore looked surprised at the sound of the name. "I haven't seen Lorelai Leigh for sixteen years as of yesterday," she said. "Now I wish you not to bring memories of that nature into this household. Now if I may ask you to leave-" Rory cut her off.
"I'm Lorelai Leigh," she said.
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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! I wasn't planning on responding to reviews on this story much but I had a few I wanted to for chapter 3:
MOST PEOPLE - I've been asked about pairings, there aren't any in this story, something I don't normally do.
An Adopted Person - I don't have much experience with adoption, I know a couple adopted people, but three of them are from Russia and two or three from China, only one from America. But I do know that, like most situations, people react differently to finding out their adopted. And the fact that adoptive mothers don't just say one day that you're adopted isn't always true, it happens. Mother's and father's want their children to know things. And about Rory's reaction, again, people act differently. Besides, it's just the beginning, her adoptive family just doesn't disappear after the first chapters.
Still looking for betas for On Eagle's Wings, e-mail me if interested. Or leave a note in your review
****
Chapter 4
Rory slowly walked off the bus. The sun had risen and she stood and looked all around her at the Hartford bus station seeing the rays of light through the window.
This was it.
A policeman walked up to her. "Excuse me little girl," he said.
"Who are you calling little?" Rory asked him.
"Sorry," the policeman said. "But by any chance does your mother or father know where you are?"
"Well, you see here, no, they don't. But I'm not a runaway," Rory said.
"Then what are you?" the policeman said.
"My mother doesn't know who the hell I am," Rory said. "Well she does, but last time she saw me I was a tiny baby and she handed me over to another pair of parents then. I don't know a thing about her except she used to live in Hartford and her last name is Gilmore. Now excuse me while I try to go find out who I am." Rory shoved past the policeman and walked to a phone booth.
"Gilmore..." she said to herself. "Gilmore, Gilmore, Gilmore..." she flipped the pages of the phone book.
"Eureka I've found it," she said dryly while laughing at herself. "God, there's a hell of a lot of Gilmores." She ripped the page out of the phone book and folded it before placing it in her pocket. She sighed and walked out of the phone booth.
Avoiding the police officer she left the bus station quickly.
***
Rory walked slowly to the door of a huge mansion. She'd already been through half of the Gilmores, none of them knew who she was or who her mother might be.
"Gilmore, Richard," she read from the sheet she held. Double checking the address she knocked on the door.
A maid answered the door, "May I help you?" she asked. She seemed shocked to see a girl with long hair down her back, baggy jeans, and a sweatshirt standing at the door.
"I need to speak to Richard Gilmore or someone else in this household with the last name of Gilmore," Rory said.
"Do you have an appointment?" the maid asked.
"No," Rory said. "But it's really important and it'll only take a second."
"I'll see if Mrs. Gilmore will see you as Mr. Gilmore is on business," the maid said inviting her in.
Rory stood in the hallway as the maid walked up the stairs.
Moments later a short lady with short brown hair came down. "We don't want to buy anything," she said to Rory with a tone of voice that sounded annoyed.
"I'm not selling anything," Rory said. She didn't think this could be her mother, she seemed too old, not young enough to have had her when she was sixteen.
"Well then what do you want?" Mrs. Gilmore asked.
"I'm wondering if you know a Lorelai?" Rory asked.
"I know three," Mrs. Gilmore said dryly.
"Lorelai Leigh?" Rory asked hoping for more.
Mrs. Gilmore looked surprised at the sound of the name. "I haven't seen Lorelai Leigh for sixteen years as of yesterday," she said. "Now I wish you not to bring memories of that nature into this household. Now if I may ask you to leave-" Rory cut her off.
"I'm Lorelai Leigh," she said.
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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