"Damn Dugrey your gotta start sleeping at night instead of during class." It was John. Ever since I left Hartford none of my old friends had even called. It was crazy of me to think that she would ever even think of me. Well at least I got the guys here. They all knew what it was like to be stuck here away from the people they loved. But at least they had a family that cared for them. All I have is her. Rory Gilmore. That flawless skin, perfect smile. ".you gotta stop thinking about her man, it doesn't do ya any good, only makes it worse." John again. I sighed, " Yeah I know man but I can't help it. It gets worse everyday." "Tristan!" Mr. Jenky was calling me. "I hate to interrupt whatever you two are talking about that I know is just so much more important than this class, but the Sergeant needs to see you." John leans over, "do ya think he found out about the tractor?" he asks worriedly. "Naw man he couldn't have, we hid it in the swamp, no one ever goes back there, they probably don't even know there is a swamp." I got up and walked to the office. I made so many visits there if you hadn't known any better you might have thought that Sarge and I were best friends. As I entered the office I heard a familiar voice. "Dad?" "Tristan, so you're here." "Where else would I be." I said more as a sarcastic statement than as a question. "Just sit down and don't embarrass me any more than you already have." That had pretty much been my dad's attitude towards me my whole life. "Well Tristan," Sarge started," your father has come here to pull you out." "What?!" I practically yelled. "You heard the man, you're coming home with me." "But why?" I had to ask. He sighed as if this was a very painful task. "Your great-aunt Gertrude on your mothers side died a few days ago and your mother wants you there. I personally would prefer you stayed here but your mother insists. She thinks since you've been in here for about a year you deserve a second chance and that you should be able to come home and do your senior year at Chilton." Now it was Sarge's turn "All of your papers are signed you can leave as soon as you are packed. You are free, and I am thankfully free of you." That last part was barely audible. Tristan didn't think his dad had heard.
Tristan almost ran back to his dorm, shoved all his tings in his duffle bag, wrote John a quick note explaining everything and saying he would call. He did feel a little guilty about leaving without saying goodbye to everyone. But what did he care, he was going home. He was out of this hellhole. In just a matter of hours he was going to see her. He was going to see Rory Gilmore, the love of his life and the subject of every one of his dreams for the past year. "I'm coming Rory, please want me. Please forgive me." He muttered to himself before running out of the door.