Future Fic, Rory and Tristan had one daughter. Weylyn Lorelei Gilmore-DuGrey. Rory became a journalist and Tristan is the Big-shot man at DuGrey enterprises. Weylyn is 16 and attending Chilton. Dean Forrester stayed with Lindsey, after having a daughter. Ruth Forrester. Ruth got into Chilton on a scholarship, and it's her first day. Weylyn was assigned to Ruthy to show her around. Point of views change...
Ruthy's POV
Have you ever met one of those unbeleivably perfect people? You know, the ones that are good at absolutly EVERYTHING they do? I've heard of people that are like that, but I never met them. Well, before Weylyn DuGrey that is.
First day of Chilton. I fear that place. Dad pulls up to the school, pulling the truck over and getting out. I take a deep breath before getting out myself and pulling my worn backpack with me.
We walk through the stone walls, searching around for the Ambrose building. Well, Dad's searching for the building, I'm just looking around. All the kids are lingering around the parking lot, like they were waiting for someone. The kids are all perfect and rich. They make my stringy black hair, squinty eyes, and beat-up backpack feel very out of place.
I follow my Dad for a few steps, before spinning back around when I hear Goo-Goo Doll's 'Iris' pumping through the air. It's so intense that you can actually feel the ground shaking from the sound. A pink convertable VW Bug comes sliding into the first parking lot closest to the school, and the door opens.
The girl that comes out of the car is...well, in an unlesbian way...absolutly gorgeous. It's not like I'm into girls or anything, but it's obvious this girl is beautiful. Her hair is brown, red, and blonde, curling gently down her back. She's tall, with long legs. Her Mavrick sunglasses cover her eyes, but I bet that they're pretty too...
The girl pulls a messanger bag out from the car, then smiles at one the many kids who have gathered around her. It's obvious that she's the girl to be friends with. I look over my shoulder quickly, before walking forward to talk to her and possibly ask for directions.
"Ruthy! Come on, I found it." I spin around quickly, then follow my Dad into a scary building, passing a couple stairways until we reach the office.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and step in to find a man so old it looks like he's about to die right there. He's wrinkly and smelly, and just plain out...old. He holds his hand up to the seats and we obey his silent command. The old guy looks at me for a moment before frowning.
"Ruth Forrester. Welcome to Chilton. I am Headmaster Charleston." He says sharply. I look at Dad for help, but he seems as out of place as I feel.
"Thank you, Sir." He nods, then sits up straight, his rolls jiggling as he talks.
"Well, here at Chilton we strive for the best. Anything less, is not acceptable. I'm sure you were the smartest girl at Stars Hollow High, but here you most likely will not succeed. And because you are starting late I fully expect you to fail. It's up to you to prove me wrong." He passed me my folder and I took it silently. No one has EVER told me I was probably going to fail...and I was shocked. And yet my ever silent father is ever silent.
"I have arranged for our top student to help lead you around for the next week. She is interested in the same activities as you, and will make a good ally while you are here. I would advice that you become friends with her." Charleston said, standing.
Dad and I both stand and walk to the door. The girl I saw in the parking lot is leaning against the opposite wall, reading a book. Headmaster smiles at her, walking forward.
"Weylyn, this is Ruth Forrester, Ruth, this is Weylyn DuGrey." He say. Weylyn smiles, white teeth flashing, and offers her hand. I expected there to be nine-inch talons on the end, but they were light pink and buffed down so they were long, but not too long. Just...natural.
"Hey. So where are you from?" She asks politely. Dad smiles at me before walking away, then Weylyn turns and nudges me so we are walking down the black-and-white tiled hallways. She's waving to person after person, winking at people with her dark blue eyes. I was right, by the way. Her eyes are really pretty...big dark blue with a ring of green and light blue around her pupil. Some people have it all...
"Stars Hollow." I mutter, looking at my shoes. She beams at me, touching my shoulder.
"No way! My mom's from there...Grandma Lorelei and Grandpa Luke live there. Have you ever been to Luke's diner?" she asked me. I shrug, nodding. Who hasn't!
"Well, Luke's my Grandpa." she states.
"No way!" Good for her...he hates me. Me and Dad, and mom. I smile and she nods, then leads me into an already full classroom, for chorus.
I walk up to the teacher, handing him my information, and he smiles at me. I sit down beside Weylyn, then watch the teacher as she stands in front of the class.
"Morning class," she starts, "Today we have a new student. Ruth Forrester. Ruth please stand up." I stand up quickly, looking around at the kids looking at me.
"Would you like to say something about yourself Ruth?" the choral teacher asks.
"No." The class chuckles and the teacher shrugs.
"Alright then. Well, since it's your first day, we'll show you what we're working on. Everyone, stand please." She asks. The class immediatly gets up, walking to the empty space by the piano. Weylyn and two boys take a few steps forward, so they're standing in front.
The teacher starts the piano and as she's talking she says, "This is Cages or Wings from TickTickBoom!." then continues to play.
A really hott blonde boy who's unbelievably built, takes a deep breath, winks at Weylyn, and starts singing.
"Why do we play with fire?
Why do we run our finger through the flame?
Why do we leave our hand on the stove-
Although we know we're in for some pain?"
Wow, he can sing...Another boy, with brown hair takes a breath, then takes over the next line.
"Oh, why do we refuse to hang a light
When the streets are dangerous?
Why does it take an accident
Before the truth gets through to us?"
These people are so...so good. Stars Hollow's chorus wasn't anywhere near these kids. I mean, we were all really mediokre, but I didn't think anybody could be that talented when they were 16 years old. The whole chorus takes over, everyone singing in perfect harmony. God, I don't know if I'll be able to fit in with them. They are...so good!
"Cages or wings?
Which do you prefer?
Ask the birds.
Fear or love, baby?
Don't say the answer
Actions speak louder than words.
Why should we try to be our best
When we can just get by and still gain?
Why do we nod our heads
Although we know"
The blonde boy is singing again. He's really powerful, really low and husky. And really, really hott. Wow.
"Although we know"
The brunette comes in with him.
"The boss is wrong as rain?"
It's the whole chorus again. Weylyn hasn't sung yet, but she's standing in front of everyone like the soloists.
"Why should we blaze a trail When the well worn path seems safe and so inviting"
Weylyn takes a breath and everyone's eyes turn to her. When she starts to sing I literally fall out of my chair. I recover quickly, listening to her powerful voice. She sounds like Ethel Murman, or Christinia Agularia, or Janis Joplin...just so...strong. It's funny to think someone so small can make such a sound.
"Why should we blaze a trail When the well worn path seems safe and"
The blonde boy's singing with her.
"See the dismay-
And keep from fighting?"
The chorus comes in behind the pair, the brunette sinking back. Weylyn and the blonde are singing over everyone else and it's obvious that they are the two most powerful singers in the class. I listen in, feeling more insignificant than I had than before.
Weylyn was amazing, the blonde kid was amazing, the brunette boy was amazing, the whole entire freaking class was so talented. I couldn't sing anything near that level. Especially after Weylyn belts out this dynamic,
"Tell me Why So many people bleed"
And keep singing. She didn't even break a sweat. I would keel over if I tried to sing like that. There must be something different in the Chilton food, because these kids are perfect.
The song ends, the teacher smiles, then gives us the rest of the period off. I don't really know why, I was too shocked about the singing to pay attention. I watch as Weylyn laughs at something someone says, then turn to the blonde. She smiles at him, then he reaches forward and tugs on her waist.
Weylyn slowly walks forward, her eyes connected with the blonde's. She starts to play with his tie, then he leans forward and kisses her, slow and hard. I've obviously just met the Chilton Golden Couple. They are laughing and talking, people all bustling to be near them. This is who I want to befriend, these are the people I want to become.
I slowly pick up my books, walking carefully to where Weylyn is sitting. She looks up at me with a big smile, waving me over. I sit beside her and she places her hand on my shoulder.
"Guys, this is Ruthy. She's from Stars Hollow!" She says happily. Then the blonde takes the hand he's holding, brings it to his lips, and kisses it. "This is Hunter," she starts pointing to each person, who nod. "That's Leah, that's Brittany, that's April, that's Bailey, that's Jackson, that's Elliot, that's Lucas, and this," She holds up the blonde's hand, "Is Westley."
Typical Westley and Weylyn. They're names even start with the same letter. I've stepped into Stepford. Everyone around me is nice enough, but don't really talk to me, because I'm the new girl.
The day passes by quickly enough, Weylyn making me as comfortable as she can. But she's always bustling around with the rest of the school. Everyone loves her.
Weylyn DuGrey is good at everything she does. In art, she drew the most beautiful picture of her parents, in English she presented a poem that made the teacher cry, in gym she was the fastest, in Social Studies she knew every answer first, in Science she helped me with the chemicals, in German she congregated verbs like no other, and in Math she corrected the teacher on his Calculus. She was cute, witty, charming, sweet, polite, smart, modest, and everyone loved her. There wasn't a single person at Chilton that didn't kiss Weylyn's feet. She was one of those people who are good at absolutly everything they do.
I hate those people.
I spent my day watching Weylyn, learning about what I had to become. It seemed hard, she was good at everything! But if I wanted to rule Chilton like Weylyn, then I would have to get to work.
I had to become Weylyn DuGrey.
Alright! It's weird, but next chapter is Weylyn's POV and you'll get lots of Trory!Okay, review...I don't know if this is going to be a hit or not...so if you like it...tell me!