Author's Note
It's still not mine and thanks for the reviews; it always seems longer
when I'm actually writing it.
3.) Can it get any worse?
Independence Inn-Monday
Lorelai returns to the Inn to finish the Fashion Show.
Glancing at the clock for the 28th time she can't believe it's only
1:15. *Why can't it be time to go pick Rory up yet? *
"Lorelai your up next," whispers the anxious nervous looking woman who
is running the entire show.
As she gathers up her voluminous skirt, Lorelai thinks to herself * How
did I let myself be talked into this. Someone will pay. *
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Chilton-1st day of school (Monday)
Mr. Medina looks out at his new class of Chiltonites for any familiar
faces. He sees some of the students that he has had before: Paris
Gellar and her cohorts Louise and Madeline, along with Tristan DuGrey.
And ...ohh wow this is looking like it will be a very interesting year.
Because seated in the front row, none other than Rory Gilmore was
hiding behind her English textbook. *Let's hope this works out okay. *
" Class please take out your lit books and open to page 117 we'll be
starting off the year with Shakespeare."
"Wow she hasn't changed since I left, she's still the same old Mary,"
Tristan thinks to himself, as the bell rings and Rory gets up. She's as
beautiful as ever.
"Hey Mary, how much have you missed me since I've been gone."
"I didn't," Rory stated simply.
Tristan masks his disappointment with that cocky grin. " Sure you did.
Every night in your bed when you were wishing for me."
Rory turns slightly red, " In your dreams DuGrey."
Mr. Medina interrupts there banter " Rory, can I speak with you for
just a minute."
"Bye Mary, see you later."
About 2 minutes later Rory was sitting on the other side of Mr.
Medina's desk feeling very uncomfortable. The truth was that when she
found out about him relocating to California for a teaching position at
Stanford she was relieved. Now here he was sitting across from her.
Could it get any worse?
" Rory, I umm. How is your. How are you? "
"I'm fine Mr. Medina. How are you? "
" Good, good."
"How is your mother?" It came out of his mouth before he could stop it.
Now all he wished he could do was take it back. He didn't really want
to hear about her mother and how great she was.
"She's fine." Rory felt heartbroken at the crestfallen expression that
played across his features when she talked about her mother. It was at
this moment that she decided that she was going to have to talk to her
mom about the way things ended between the two of them. " Is that all
you need to talk about because I have to go or I'll be late for my next
class."
"Yes that's all. Have a good day."
"Bye, Mr. Medina."
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*
Chilton- after school (Monday)
After the fashion show was over an agonizing hour later Lorelai started
the drive to Hartford to pick up Rory. She couldn't wait; she needed to
complain to someone.
When she arrived at the foreboding school she couldn't believe her eyes
at what she saw. *Hmm, looks like we definitely have some things to
talk about. *
It's still not mine and thanks for the reviews; it always seems longer
when I'm actually writing it.
3.) Can it get any worse?
Independence Inn-Monday
Lorelai returns to the Inn to finish the Fashion Show.
Glancing at the clock for the 28th time she can't believe it's only
1:15. *Why can't it be time to go pick Rory up yet? *
"Lorelai your up next," whispers the anxious nervous looking woman who
is running the entire show.
As she gathers up her voluminous skirt, Lorelai thinks to herself * How
did I let myself be talked into this. Someone will pay. *
************************************************************************
*
Chilton-1st day of school (Monday)
Mr. Medina looks out at his new class of Chiltonites for any familiar
faces. He sees some of the students that he has had before: Paris
Gellar and her cohorts Louise and Madeline, along with Tristan DuGrey.
And ...ohh wow this is looking like it will be a very interesting year.
Because seated in the front row, none other than Rory Gilmore was
hiding behind her English textbook. *Let's hope this works out okay. *
" Class please take out your lit books and open to page 117 we'll be
starting off the year with Shakespeare."
"Wow she hasn't changed since I left, she's still the same old Mary,"
Tristan thinks to himself, as the bell rings and Rory gets up. She's as
beautiful as ever.
"Hey Mary, how much have you missed me since I've been gone."
"I didn't," Rory stated simply.
Tristan masks his disappointment with that cocky grin. " Sure you did.
Every night in your bed when you were wishing for me."
Rory turns slightly red, " In your dreams DuGrey."
Mr. Medina interrupts there banter " Rory, can I speak with you for
just a minute."
"Bye Mary, see you later."
About 2 minutes later Rory was sitting on the other side of Mr.
Medina's desk feeling very uncomfortable. The truth was that when she
found out about him relocating to California for a teaching position at
Stanford she was relieved. Now here he was sitting across from her.
Could it get any worse?
" Rory, I umm. How is your. How are you? "
"I'm fine Mr. Medina. How are you? "
" Good, good."
"How is your mother?" It came out of his mouth before he could stop it.
Now all he wished he could do was take it back. He didn't really want
to hear about her mother and how great she was.
"She's fine." Rory felt heartbroken at the crestfallen expression that
played across his features when she talked about her mother. It was at
this moment that she decided that she was going to have to talk to her
mom about the way things ended between the two of them. " Is that all
you need to talk about because I have to go or I'll be late for my next
class."
"Yes that's all. Have a good day."
"Bye, Mr. Medina."
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*
Chilton- after school (Monday)
After the fashion show was over an agonizing hour later Lorelai started
the drive to Hartford to pick up Rory. She couldn't wait; she needed to
complain to someone.
When she arrived at the foreboding school she couldn't believe her eyes
at what she saw. *Hmm, looks like we definitely have some things to
talk about. *