Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls.
Chemistry
Everything was tied together by the thinnest thread, and it fell into place so neatly after the most recent and inconsequential problem had been solved. Each label was clear and precise and comforting in its logic as it accompanied a number either above or below a gray pencil line. Beauty was in the details and every curve of a 'g' or perfectly straight line, neither too long nor too short, was an exquisite intricacy.
There was no unknown variable, just line everything up right, multiply and receive an answer that makes sense with the one unit that didn't find its mate. Just like her and it took this long to realize that because of her aversion to people in general she would be the one left standing at the end.
Of course there were laws and facts to be memorized, but studying had never bothered her and the nearly mindless activity actually brought a sense of tranquility that wasn't available in society. Emotions followed no rule and had thus far been of no use to her. Her feelings towards one person seemed not to affect their views of her in the least.
However, she didn't expect her orderly equations to respond to her and she always got them right so the teacher at least respected her. Almost everyone respected her though, they just were afraid of her and therefore avoided her outside of the thick, stone walls of Chilton.
Her eyes skimmed the darkening room and she raised her eyes to the window to catch the remaining colors of the sunset as they slipped below the horizon. The letters in her textbook were blurring into one another from the combined effects of sleep deprivation and the creeping night. She was the only on in the house and the stillness, once broken by the scratching of her pencil and by her buzzing thoughts, became the calm before a storm.
The dark seemed to have enveloped her room as she thought and her neatly printed homework could only be identified from the desk by running her fingers along the polished surface. She turned to face her workspace wondering how a fifteen year old girl with top grades could have no friends and parents who only pretended to care about her.
She knew how, of course, but she wished she didn't. She leaned her head on her hand and gazed out the window as dusk bled swiftly into night. She wanted to cry, but that would be weak and how could she ever live up her own and everyone else's standards if she allowed herself to slip. On misstep was all it took really before she'd fall into that unrelenting Charybdis that could drown even the best. She had to steer around it even if it meant losing out on some human interaction.
Manners were a mere frivolity she could throw overboard now to keep her ship from sinking. Later she could salvage them. When she had time.
Sighing, she stood up and switched on her desk light as the night descended.
A/N: Please review. As I said before this is my first fanfic and I really can't tell if my writing is any good or not. Come to think of it this is the first bit of creative writing I have ever done so please, no flames. If you don't like it at least tell me why so I can improve. : )
Also, if you can figure out the two references I made I will give you 2,000,000,000 points (like the points on iWhose Line is it Anyway?i they don't matter) Here's a hint one is a poem (this one should be easier to figure out) and the other is from a book. Thankyou for reading!