Author: Chubs
Author's notes: I wrote a story like this, but decided it was too complicated and to dramatic for my liking, so I decided to re-write it in to something better! Hopefully!
Disclaimer: I own no one but the people you haven't heard of. I think they are Lorelai III (Ellie), Pat, Emma, Sid and TJ. If your going to sue me or yell at me, please realize that I have no money, I've got a shirt on lay by that I still need to pay off.... In two days, so yeah no money and nothing else.
Spoilers: No spoiler's of the likes.
Description: Rory meets up unexpectedly with her past when her daughter starts at Chilton Prep, and event all to familiar to Rory. Eventually Trory.
"Mom, hurry up or else I'll be late for school!" yelled Ellie Gilmore. It was her first day at high school; she was starting at the elite and forbidding Chilton Prep. Her brother Pat had started there the year before but unlike Ellie had been attending Chilton all his life, while Ellie had chosen to go to Miss Hennessy's Academy for Girls until high school.
"Coming!" yelled Rory Gilmore as she ran down the stairs putting on her heels and straighten her blouse. She is the stunning image of me, she is the exact replica of me, nearly everything I like she likes. My baby is all grown up. Rory's memories flashed back to her first day at Chilton, it was eventful in it's own way.
"Mom don't start crying until I'm in the gate," Ellie said frustrated grabbing Rory's hand, "now grab your keys and get your butt in the car, Pat and I are waiting for you."
"Alright, alright, settle down, school doesn't start for another hour," Rory said following her daughter out of the house and into the jeep. "What worried your going to get a detention on your first day?" joked Rory.
"But we need to stop for coffee," replied Ellie jumping into the jeep, "and God now's how long that will be."
"Right coffee, can't start the day with out coffee," replied the tall brown haired boy in the passenger seat. He was the spitting image of his father. "Or the world might come to an end."
"I hope that wasn't a sarcastic comment boy," said Ellie flicking him on the shoulder.
"Never!" Pat, Rory's only son and first child defended as they pulled in to the diner.
"Luke!! Please just one," they heard Lorelai their grandmother begging Luke for some coffee.
"All right, only because it'll shut you up," grumbled the crabby old man.
"You know that you love me," she said sitting down at the table with Rory, Pat and Ellie. "My favourite family."
"Well you're my favourite grandmother," said Ellie smiling and getting up. "Luke, may I please have some coffee?"
"You're a minor, so I'm saying no," he said walking away.
"It's not like its alcohol or anything, I'm not addicted, I don't have to have coffee, and I did say please," she said smiling sweetly up at him.
"I'm immune to that smile; I'm married to Lorelai Gilmore, the lady that taught you that smile. If you say you can handle not having coffee, then try going one day without it. Try going one day without it and you'll get unlimited amount tomorrow," he said smirking, knowing that Ellie couldn't handle a day without coffee.
"BUT I'M STARTING AT CHILTON TODAY NOOOO!" she screamed.
"Ellie Keep your voice down, there are people who are still asleep," grumbled Pat from his seat.
Rory stared at her bickering children. "Ellie, stop it!" Pat yelled. Rory got lost in thought for a moment despite the chaos. Not so long ago, Ellie was an endearment Pat gave to his sister since he can't pronounce Eleanor at an early age. Now it became a battle cry against her.
"Oi Louis keep outta it," she snapped back at him in an Italian accent.
"It's only one day," Luke commented pouring coffee for Kirk.
"Your on," she said shaking his hand. Ellie turned around to Rory's table tacking a bite of her muffin, "come on Mom we got to go or else we'll be late."
"But we only just got here!" started Rory but stoped when she saw the look on Ellie's face. So Rory followed two of children, her pride and joy and last remaining people on earth that reminded her of her Matt, out of the Diner and into the car.
The three Gilmore's bantered all the way to school over which was worse, pop divas or fakes who thought they were rockers.
"So, please repeat to me again, why I can not drive my car to school today?" asked Pat half an hour later when the debate was finally over and they were nearing Chilton.
"Because, I want you to catch the bus home, I told you this before grasshopper," said Rory patting his head. "Now get out or you'll be late."
"Bye Mom have a nice day. Wish me luck," called Ellie getting out of the car.
"You don't need it, unless it like mine in which good luck babe. If you need me for anything, and I mean anything just call me babe," said Rory giving Ellie a big hug.
"Bye Mom," Ellie said after a few minutes. Ellie looked up at this big huge school and sighed. This would definitely be a day to remember.
Sure, she was looking forward to Chilton of course, but she could help but be a little scared of what was happening to her. She wasn't at Junior High any more; she was at a prep school, an elite prep school that only accepted the brightest, the richest, and the most spoilt kids in Hartford. It was one of the best schools in the country with most of it's graduates going on to a Ivy League college and attaining another wonderful degree which would make Chilton proud to claim as there own. But what if she failed? Would her Mom hate her, would she be disappointed? Yes. Would she even graduate? Would she make any friends? Would she get a boyfriend? All these random thoughts kept popping up in her head while she aimlessly walked around the daunting school waiting for the bell to go, signalling the first day of her high school.
Ellie had received her homeroom and other information about her classes in the mail last week; she had gotten into all the subject's she wanted. Ellie found her locker and positioned her exercise books, and novel's and pictures purposely, and selectively in specific positions in her locker.
15 minutes later homeroom had finished and I was off to my first class. Calculus.
"Since this is all your very first day at Chilton, I'd like to welcome you all. And tell you some of my expectations, and the expectations not just from me but also from Chilton. You are at one of the best schools in the country and when you graduate you will have received one of the finest educations possible," the teacher kept going for a good ten minutes, telling the teenagers what he expected and what the other teacher's would expect from them.
At the beginning of all of our classes they received the same boring and lengthy lectures. It was like they all had memorized the same speech for the student's pleasure. Finally at 3.30 Ellie arrived at the bus stop waiting in the sun on the awkward bench with Pat waiting for the bus.
"So how was your first day of school?" asked Pat uneasily. The two use to be able to talk about anything, and everything, but lately it was getting harder and harder to talk to each other, each going off and experiencing different things. Both were changing into different and unique adults. Ellie didn't know how to communicate with her brother anymore; each day they grew further and further apart. The damage that was being done was unrepairable. Ellie felt like one day she would wake up and she wouldn't be able to find anything in common with him any more. He will just be this guy that she grew up with, but doesn't know anything about him. Like the boy next door.
"It was ok, we got the same lecture in every class we had today, pretty boring, main excitement of the day was when we got our events calendar," Ellie replied shrugging her shoulders as the bus came to a stop.
"Did you make any friends?" he asked as the two got on to the bus and sat at the very back, Pat was to cool to sit at the front.
"Not many, most of them went to junior high school together though, so most of them have formed their little cliques already," she said getting her book out. Howl it was the last book her dad had bought for her, and she treasured it. Though it looked like it was about to fall apart. She took it were ever she went in thinking in some vain attempt that maybe her dad might be with her were every she went.
"I'm sure you'll be able to fine your clique."
"Any new people in your grade?" asked Ellie trying to avoid the subject altogether. She want to be the girl every guy wanted. She wanted to be pushed up against a locker and told how much a guy loved her and didn't want to leave her, but I guess you can't live a Mills and Boon romance novel can you? She thought angrily, instead she was the girl every guy wanted to be friends with. That's what she thought. How wrong she was, thought Pat angrily.
"Yeah this Christian kid, he's pretty damn cocky," said Pat in an irritated tone.
"Worried that he'll steal your title, King of Chilton?"
"Aw were did you hear that?" asked Pat angrily, and blushing slightly. It was only in the last year that he became the king of Chilton, it wasn't against his own will or anything, but he hated all the pressure that everyone put on him to be 'perfect'.
"Some girls in the toilet, they kept saying how dreamy you were. If only they could see you when you woke up, drawl on your chin, not a pretty site."
"Yeah, but look at the finished product," said Pat nudging Ellie in the ribs smirking proudly.
"I'd rather not thank you very much."
"Aw come on little sister," Pat said rubbing her back soothingly.
"Don't," she snapped angrily. She wasn't in the mood for playing and mocking.
"What's wrong?" he asked looking at her sadly. Wondering what had happened today that made her snap like that at him. Sure they were as close as they were a year ago, but then again they had both changed.
"Nothing all right, just I didn't have a good day at school all right. It's harder than I expected it to be," she said turning her attention to reading her book, Howl.
"Come of it Ella, you've got to be the smartest kid in the Freshman year, what's really wrong, you can tell me anything," said Pat compassionately.
"It's just- I know it's stupid but I'm just sick of being labelled 'the shy girl'. I want to be noticed, I want guys to look at me."
"Guys look at you. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met. And - "
"You have to say that, you're my brother!" she said angrily slamming her book shut.
"Trust me you haven't been labelled the shy girl. I've had to fend guys off you your whole life!" he said protectively.
"Fend off guys? No guys have ever liked me like that before."
The two argued the rest of the half an hour home. Yelling at each other until they reached Luke's.
"Your pretty!" he yelled as we entered Luke's.
"Ellie, who said that you weren't pretty?" asked Luke coming up.
"No one, I'm just saying that I'm not pretty compared to the other girls in my grade," she said looking into Luke's strong eyes. Not wanting to look down and break the strong gaze.
"You look just like Rory and Lorelai, are you saying they're not pretty?" he asked grabbing her cheek squeezing it reassuringly. It was lost of her though.
"No, I'm saying I'm not pretty, she said swiping his hands away from her face, frustrated that they wouldn't believe that she wasn't pretty.
"Ellie, your beautiful, you're a goddess, stop saying your not pretty," said Pat hugging me. "I don't want you saying this stuff about your self ok?"
"Ok," she said hugging him back and breaking the embrace, "I think I might go and get some home work done."
"Ok, bye kiddo," said Pat.
"Don't work to hard," said Luke patting her back. Ellie felt two sets of eyes follow her out of the diner as she headed towards the house she no longer felt comfortable in but felt so right in, right next to Lorelai and Luke's. Were the Gilmore's should have been living their whole life instead of with the elite socialite's in Hartford.
A/N: Review... tell me what you think, is it horrible? I want to hear what you think!