I don't own Gilmore Girls.
Remember that in my story here this is just me using there names, this is my life.
"Rory go to the office."
"Should I grab my things?"
"You should just in case you don't get back in time."
I took my things up to the office and sat in the lobby. Seeing different people pass me I waited practically shaking. Everytime my mom was going to find something out about my grades I flip. I never want my mom to think I'm stupid or come to the realization that I am. She would be talking to my teachers, heck I would be talking to my teachers.
I saw bodies go by the window waiting to see my mom. The principle went by me once and told me he was Jim Carry. He was a weird man, he tried to be hip, to bad he thought he was.
"Hi Honey." I heard my mom's voice as I looked up from my book. I was reading a book by Nicholas Sparks my favorite author in the world. I had read the book so many times but it was so wonderful, The Notebook was the title. Everytime I had someone read it they would tell me how much they cried.
"I mom," I pushed the book shut and put it in my bag. "Meeting time."
"It sure is."
A woman that worked in the front office walked us into the back room. It was the principle office; it had a huge round table and a fish tank.
We pulled out a chair and waited for my two teachers to show up.
"Hello Mrs. Gilmore."
"Hello." My mom said while her phone began to ring. I don't think there was a moment that I didn't see my mom where her phone didn't ring. She turned it off and looked at me with a grin. She thought it was funny I thought it was irritating.
Everyone sat down; my teachers and a man with white hair. He was short with glasses; I had never seen him before. "You need to sign a few papers before we can let her..." Yada, Yada, Yada. I ignored what they were saying 'til I heard my mom yelling at my history teacher.
"It is perfectly normal for my daughter to get sick and for you to-" She was cute off a few times, but we got out alive. We signed papers and went to the school down the street that held home schooling.
Again I made it out alive and with a packet to show me what it would be like to be home schooled. But that was it, it was taken care of. I was officially home schooled.
I still talked to Dean everyday and everything was going well. Still my mind was going crazy; I couldn't seem to figure it out. I talked to Lane about it and she told me he was just flirting and that that was all, there was nothing more to it.
Being myself I didn't want to believe her so I pretended a guy actually liked me that was the most normal I had met. When he didn't come on some days I emailed him. It was weird not talking to him; it was like a part of my day.
Becoming a part of a new life I liked was great. It was all new and perfect. I had something to look forward to, something to wait up to. Their was always that boyfriend in third and in seventh but mostly just having that talk with him everyday made me feel loved.
It was like a movie, I got mixed signals instead of mixed reviews. He talked to me all the time, he flirted but did he mean it, did he ever mean it?
As I got further into Home schooling I did my work less because I was always talking to him online and during the day sleeping or cleaning. My friends called me during lunch to keep me company. So the night before my stuff had to be turned in I finished it all. Everyone says I'm good under pressure. Oh and I'm sure there right.
The pressure was driving me crazy, but the first 3 weeks were fine going smooth unlike Dean and me. We got in little fights everyday about something so stupid that didn't even have to be bothered with.
Things just got all mixed up everywhere. Life that was all stars and moons turned into a hot pit. Things started to get a little weird in the Dean department.
Now don't get me wrong, he was sweet and helpful and said sweet things but I didn't know how to talk to him. I liked him, and didn't know how to like him. It was DEAN, I mean come on it was DEAN! So with him probably thinking I was insane and me knowing I wasn't it was all so messed up. Ever sense Holloween things were messed up.