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. Or leave a note in your review.
Yeah, I have no life, I'm becoming a nocturnal freak... and I'm adding a bunch of chapters tonight because I have writer's block.
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Chapter 8
Rory was really getting sick of all these meetings. Her grandmother went to one about every other day and Rory had to attend most of the time.
Luckily for her Thanksgiving was approaching. She'd been in Hartford for almost two months finally and Thanksgiving was in a week.
Her grandmother was at a meeting she hadn't been forced to go to and Rory lay on her mothers old bed wearing the same jeans and sweatshirt she'd came in but she also wore a baseball cap backwards on her head which she hung over the side of the bed.
She was bored out of her mind. She sighed. School was out by now and the boys would be in from basketball for dinner in an hour. They would spend the hour sitting at the kitchen table asking Elizabeth when dinner would be ready and John would come in the door from his work at a local school as a janitor and take a shower before sitting down and discussing basketball with the boys and joining them in asking Elizabeth when dinner would be ready.
Rory laughed to herself. She remembered sitting there with them. The hour before dinner, as well as dinner, was family time. They would all sit around and laugh and joke and just enjoy being a family.
Except Rory was never really part of the family. She wasn't their blood, they weren't related. She was the daughter they adopted. She didn't share and genes or DNA with any of them. The blood pounding through her system wasn't the blood of a Grant but the blood of a Gilmore.
Rory was still trying to get used to this life. She had to wear nice clothes and be nice and go to a really expensive school called Chilton Preparatory where they had to wear a uniform.
Not that she hated Chilton.
It wasn't like that.
She loved Chilton. It was a lot better than Washington. She was actually learning stuff and being somewhat challenged, which was new for her.
Rory sighed. She missed home.
She reached for her phone and dialed the number of their house in New York.
"The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please try again later."
Rory groaned. They must not have been able to pay the bill this month. She wanted to talk to them, but she couldn't.
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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. Or leave a note in your review.
Yeah, I have no life, I'm becoming a nocturnal freak... and I'm adding a bunch of chapters tonight because I have writer's block.
****
Chapter 8
Rory was really getting sick of all these meetings. Her grandmother went to one about every other day and Rory had to attend most of the time.
Luckily for her Thanksgiving was approaching. She'd been in Hartford for almost two months finally and Thanksgiving was in a week.
Her grandmother was at a meeting she hadn't been forced to go to and Rory lay on her mothers old bed wearing the same jeans and sweatshirt she'd came in but she also wore a baseball cap backwards on her head which she hung over the side of the bed.
She was bored out of her mind. She sighed. School was out by now and the boys would be in from basketball for dinner in an hour. They would spend the hour sitting at the kitchen table asking Elizabeth when dinner would be ready and John would come in the door from his work at a local school as a janitor and take a shower before sitting down and discussing basketball with the boys and joining them in asking Elizabeth when dinner would be ready.
Rory laughed to herself. She remembered sitting there with them. The hour before dinner, as well as dinner, was family time. They would all sit around and laugh and joke and just enjoy being a family.
Except Rory was never really part of the family. She wasn't their blood, they weren't related. She was the daughter they adopted. She didn't share and genes or DNA with any of them. The blood pounding through her system wasn't the blood of a Grant but the blood of a Gilmore.
Rory was still trying to get used to this life. She had to wear nice clothes and be nice and go to a really expensive school called Chilton Preparatory where they had to wear a uniform.
Not that she hated Chilton.
It wasn't like that.
She loved Chilton. It was a lot better than Washington. She was actually learning stuff and being somewhat challenged, which was new for her.
Rory sighed. She missed home.
She reached for her phone and dialed the number of their house in New York.
"The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Please try again later."
Rory groaned. They must not have been able to pay the bill this month. She wanted to talk to them, but she couldn't.
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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