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Runaway: Part One**
She sat in her room and cried. She cried hoping no one would hear her. Hoping that somehow her sobs would bring someone magical to take her hand to a different place. But she was smarter than that and knew such a thing would never happen. Her childhood had nothing left to offer her. Her wishes, her beliefs, all smothered by parents who wanted nothing more from their daughter but to succeed in life and to take the same dignified path as they did. That was Lorelai Gilmore's fated life at age ten, and let all that change it be damned.
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The log fire in the living room crackled uncontrollably and sent sparks flying into its surroundings as more timber was added to fuel the warm glow lighting up the room, giving it a comforting seasonal atmosphere to it's respected and obligatory guests. There she sat at the window watching the first snowfall of the season, her child eyes gazing up into the night sky, oblivious to everything, following the small flakes as they made their way into the already white covered ground. She looked out at the party again to see if anyone was looking before she wiped her frilly arm across a section of the window to rid it of it's newly formed condensation. Just as she put her arm down a firm voice came directly at her.
"Lorelai." She looked up knowing what she was going to be told.
"Yes mommy?" she said with a sigh.
"Come here please." Lorelai got up off the cushion and walked over to her mother. "If you want to become a window washer, tell me now so I can remind you how much we're paying for your education."
"Okay. Is that all?"
"No. Why aren't you with the other children?"
She briefly looked over at them and watched them interact. "Look at them."
Emily half sighed and turned her head. "What? What's wrong with that?"
Lorelai pulled a funny look and said, "They act like you."
Emily narrowed her eyes at Lorelai and asked, "Really? And how exactly would that be?"
Lorelai rolled her eyes, "They're like mini versions of you. I can't even speak to them or have fun with them." She put her hands in front of her directing towards them.
"Lorelai life isn't always going to be fun, you know that, I know that and those kids certainly know that, it's what they've been taught, and it's what you should understand because it's also what you have been taught." Emily put a hand on Lorelai's back and led her over to the children.
"But Mom, this is a party, you can have fun at a party."
"Lorelai, I'm not discussing this anymore."
"Party pooper." She muttered under her breath.
"Now stay here." Emily smiled towards the rest of them and left Lorelai standing awkwardly above the little circle they had formed.
She forced a smiled. "Hi."
"See now her mother has taste in party dresses." Lorelai cringed knowing that she would have to put up with this for the rest of the night. She looked over as subtly as she could to see if her mother was watching, she was.
"Yeah, it's really pretty." Another girl said.
"You must really love your mom." Said a slightly younger girl sitting next to her.
Lorelai shut her eyes quickly before reopening them and sitting down as lady like as she could. "Oh yeah she's great." She looked over at her mother again and silently wished she could kick her in the shins.
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The end of the party came all too slow for Lorelai. Her mind was starting to run out of ideas in which to prevent future encounters like that with her mother. Nothing seemed to satisfy her. Nothing seemed to change her mind once she took a stand, and it also seemed that the level of control she had over almost everything was not enough. Lorelai plonked herself on the chair in the corner of the room and wondered why it had to be like that. She picked up the doll sitting next to her chair on the floor and looked at it before throwing it across the room. The distinct Lorelai Gilmore pout was present upon her face and her arms were crossed. She glanced around the room and quickly got up, running towards her bed and leaping onto top of it. She jumped up and down listening to the creaky noise it made as it came in more contact with the floor. She jumped harder and harder thinking that maybe if she jumped hard enough it would make her mother slightly more sane and understanding. The bedspread and pillows were strewn across new places on the bed and before she knew it there was a knock on the door.
Realizing the state of her bed she jumped off and slid herself underneath it. She watched the door as it opened and saw the maid's shoes walk in. She breathed a sigh of relief, but it was a little too soon.
"Miss Gilmore?" She pretended to hit her head on the floor twice before she reluctantly answered.
"Yes, Dana?" She grimaced waiting for her reply.
"Your mother said it's time for bed."
"Okay." She remained on the floor until the maid departed the room. She rested her chin on her hands and looked to the side seeing the doll she threw on the floor facing towards her. "What are you looking at?" she muttered and pushed herself from underneath the bed.
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AN: This is the beginning of my newest fiction! Keep an eye out for updates! And as always, review and tell me if you're interested in me continuing.