ASHES TO ASHES

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, except maybe Annabelle and Elizabeth, but that's it!

A/N: If you are reading my other stories, I'm SO sorry! But what can you do when a potentially brilliant Idea pops in to your head? So if you are a new reader of mine (my name used to be Oy With The Poodles) umm…enjoy! And please tell me if I should continue! Oh yeah, this is sort of a prologue thingy, so Rory and Lory won't be in this chapter.

Summary: Annabelle and Elle Dugrey, daughters of Tristan and Summer Dugrey, raised in high society. Annabelle loves it, Elle hates it. Annabelle wants her and her mom to live happily without Elle and Tristan. Elle wants her dad to be happy again, and to piss of her sister as much as humanly possible. And, although they'll never admit it, they want each other to be happy. What happens when the meet Lory Gilmore. Will all there problems be solved? Or will it just complicate things? Trory.

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PROLOGUE

ANNABELLE'S POV

I am Annabelle Jordan Dugrey, and proud of it. I grew up in society, a long with my twin sister, Elizabeth Tyler Dugrey, or as she liked to be called, Elle. We'll get to her later.

I always took after my mom, Summer Rogers Dugrey. She was head of the DDAR (daughters of the daughters of the American Revolution), and still managed to keep Elle and me (Elle was the biggest problem) on track.

If you asked Elle or my dad (not that I ever did) she was a typical boring, high society trophy wife. Did nothing but, well, organize cocktail parties and run the DDAR. Well, and pardon my language, screw them. I still don't know how I'm related to either of them, or why mom didn't divorce Tristan (I stopped calling him dad along time ago).

Back to Elle, she was my polar opposite. She died her perfectly well blonde hair red, who does that? She also let it grow so long she could sit on it. She wore black boots with her Chilton uniform, and black eyeshadow, though she refused to use brand kinds or kinds that were tested on animals! She didn't eat meat and as well as I knew her that still shocks me.

Oh, and the people she hung out with, yuck. She hung out with two boys and only one girl. The girl was Shane Hutzberger, daughter of Stephanie and Logan Huntzberger, a world class slut, bimbo, and scandal. Than the first boy was Drew Morgan, son of Finnegan and Rosemary Morgan, an alcoholic who's always making passes at redheads, all except his mother. And last but not least, Cameron Geller, son of Collin and Paris Geller (I heard through the grapevine that Mrs. Geller insisted on that her and Collin take her name; what a wimp to agree), an uptight, smart-ass, persistent, obnoxious boy.

What was one of the most annoying things about Elle was that she was a Daddy's Girl.

My father, Tristan Dugrey, was a jerk. He was always joking around and sarcastic. He hated society, and says the only reason he had gotten married was because Mum was pregnant with us. He was unhappy, he however didn't blame us. He's gotten the divorce paper's plenty of times. Mom, however said, if they got divorced, she would keep Elle and me. That seemed fair to me, but my dad would not have that, so they stayed married. I wished I could have him and Elle out of my life forever.

Today was our first day at Chilton. Elle got us kicked out of boarding school, and the thing that sucked most was this is were all of her friends went.

"Elle, would you please hurry up, I do not want to be late," I called up stairs. I heard pounding on the stairs, and wished, no hoped she would be looking appropriate

Nope, there she was, as always. She has her died maroon red hair, down and strait. Her smirk firmly in place. She seemed to even make the Chilton uniform look so her, so, Elle like, careless, easy, carefree, sexy (as the guys, her friends would say), and relaxed.

I sighed and started to walk out the door. "So…what are we taking to school?" Elle asked, with tons of energy.

"My Porsche." I stated firmly. She started groaning and complaining.

"But your car is so…high society, snotty, pompous, rich kid like." I was ready to run her over with my snotty, pompous Porsche.

"Well what do you suggest we take? Your motorcycle?" I asked sarcastically, but when her face lit up, I knew she didn't take it that way. "NO! Absolutely not. If you want, you can take your vehicle, and I will take my lovely car. We can compromise." I suggested, trying not to lose my cool. She shrugged and got on the motorcycle, it was the same color of her hair, and her helmet was black with the words "Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust, Life Is Short, So Party We Must" printed across the back. I still don't understand her or why she liked that thing, but oh well. Off to school.

ELLE'S POV

My name is Elizabeth (gag me) Tyler Dugrey, but you can and hopefully will refer to me as Elle. So…about my self…what to say? Well, I've been called crazy, hyper, slutty (my mother and sister of course), lazy, a Daddy's Girl, a tease, funny, and out going. I'm in love with my motorcycle! It's my favorite color, a deep red, like kind of maroon! My hair is that color too!

My dad is so COOL! He's funny, has good taste in clothes and lets me do what ever! He even took me to get my hair died! I feel really bad for him though. He's stuck in a loveless empty marriage. I know he's tried to get divorced, but Summer always threatens him about taking us away from him. And he couldn't handle that, not being able to see me and (whether she wishes to believe it or not) Annabelle.

Right, so next on my list is Annabelle. She's just another snotty, pompous, rich, evil, spoiled high society jerk. I just so happen to be twins with her. I really don't have a problem with her personally; she just has a problem with me. So I've decided to keep a positive attitude towards her hoping it will do one of two things: 1, make her see a better side of me and except who I am, or 2, annoy the hell out of her.

Now on to my friends, I LOVE Shane, Drew, and Cameron! They are the only people who understand me, who feel just like me. They are funny, smart, and witty. Believe it or not, they are Chilton Royalty. Since I am there best friend and hang out with them, that title will be thrust upon me also. Now I may not necercarlly like the title, but that does not mean I'm not going to flaunt it.

Looky! I just pulled up to Hell, I mean Chilton! Time to face the music! Until next time!

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A/N: so please tell me what you think and if I continue, if I get 5 reviews saying I should, I will, and Vice Versa. Later

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