1981

By Scotts Lauren

A/n: I got this idea while watching One Has Class…for the zillionth time. I thought it was pretty good…

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Gilmore Girls, although I do wish I had the incredible mind of AsP!

Here we go…


My parents had been at each other's throats every night for a month. If it wasn't one thing it was another. My father's tie didn't match his suit; my mother joined yet another society, dumb things like that. Emily eventually got tired of it.

I remember waking to a blinding light at two in the morning, my mother whispering for me to get dressed and start packing. I was confused for a moment, in my sleepy state, but then I realized we were leaving. I had no idea as to where, I don't think she did either.

We drove for, what seemed like, forever. I had fallen back to sleep the moment I sat down in the car. When I woke up and looked out the window the scenery was familiar but eventually it became foreign. Street signs I hadn't seen, people and buildings I didn't recognize. The sign going into the town read: Stars Hollow-founded 1779.

My mother pulled up to an inn. From the outside it hadn't seemed very big but as I walked through the giant double doors the place seemed to expand as if by magic, like Alice in Wonderland. To the right of the entry way stood a huge registration desk, a few people holding it up. I almost forgot it was two weeks before Christmas until I saw the beautifully decorated tree set up in the lobby, across from the spacious fireplace. In the back was another set of double doors, I assumed led to a kitchen considering the men in big white hats that exited appeared to be chefs.

We walked up to the desk and received the keys to our room. Once we unpacked and got comfortable I decided to discover the mystery of small towns. The snow had set a blanket of white over the town square. A few kids, that looked to be no older than ten, were building cute little snowmen next to the beautifully carved gazebo. As I wondered the streets searching for entertainment, I noticed the many stores available to the locals that lived there. Grocery, antiques, hardware, and even an entire store devoted to cats. After dinner that night my mother informed me I'd be starting school the next day.

The hallways of Stars Hollow High seemed a lot smaller then my high school in Hartford. They were decorated with colorful flyers and banners supporting the many games and club meetings encouraged by the student council freaks. I got lost searching for my locker; I ended up circling the same hallway three times before the principal caught my look of confusion and sent me in the right direction. I finally found it. Once I figured out the combination the stupid thing got stuck. I pulled and yanked until my frustrated sigh drew the attention of the guy who was using the locker three doors away. He had the jock type image, choppy haircut, black sneakers, and a red Letterman jacket.

"Having trouble?" he asked walking in my direction.

"No, I enjoy fighting with inanimate objects." I replied sarcastically, stepping out of his way.

"These things tend to get a little…" he lifted the locker door and gave it a couple of hard pounds, "…tricky."

"Yeah, I think it's the school system's way of further educating us in the maintenance field."

He gave a warm chuckle. "Probably, Luke Danes."

"Thanks. Lorelai Gilmore." I replied taking the outstretched hand he offered.

"No Problem. We better get to class. Where are you going?"

"Um…" checked my schedule, "Gregory, 324."

He gave me directions using hand movements, like I didn't understand English. "I'm the other direction so I guess I'll see ya around."

"Yeah, thanks, see ya." I nodded.

As he left I figured his position in the social hierarchy of this school would account on him never speaking to me again.

A/N: I apologize for it being really short but I promise the next will be longer. I didn't have a lot of time to type this one out. Give me time. I'll post again soon! I swear! Don't hate me…