AN: Sorry for the long time between posts. I was just being lazy about typing up this chapter. But, I have written chapter three as well, and it should be up by the end of the week, hopefully. As always will be true, I don't own Gilmore Girls.

As she answered the bell for class rang, so she had to yell to be heard over it, and she said, "You like Paris?"

"Is that her name? Such a pretty name. Are the two of your friends?" I asked Rory as we started to walk to class again.

Seeming ignoring what I had just said, she asked me, "What is your first class of the day?"

"English with Mr. Medina. Yourself?

"The same class. May I see your schedule?"

I took it out of my pocket and, after unfolding it, handed it to her.

She looked over it, and then said, "We have the same schedule. That is a very good thing, since I can show you around Chilton and help make sure you can get up to date, if you need any help, in all of your classes as quickly as possible."

"That is very kind of you. I am sure that will be a great deal of help. I hope no one else comments or makes fun of my tail, but I kind of always hope for that. You are one of the first people to ever want to be friends with me since the tail sprouted. Thank you for that, Rory," I said as we walked, getting ever closer to Mr. Medina's classroom, and my first "close" interaction with my new peers.

I was starting to get a bit nervous as we walked, imagining all of the highly unlikely but terrifying possible outcomes of this class, and very few of the positive and very likely outcomes. One negative one involved being tarred and feathered and run out of town. Another was a savage beating for simply being different, which would obviously be a terribly horrible thing to be in the world of the students of Chilton. Still another involved a chicken, a sword, a flaming bird, a hidden room, and a very morose spirit. And yet another involved a dozen randomly colored Easter eggs, a rusty chainsaw, an overly exuberant and way too into his work birthday clown, and Rick James' left big toe. My mind can very easily become a terrifying place. A positive one which happened to be insanely unlikely was that everyone would throw off centuries of breeding and egotism and beliefs of superiority and accept the poor snake tailed boy. Now, a moderately plausible and positive outcome was that no one would try and pull my tail again anytime soon.

Before I could think about another one of my thoughts, and as we reached the door to our first class, I felt a hand on my shoulder, which then squeezed it gently. I looked over and saw Rory giving me a reassuring look, as if to say, 'You can do this, Matt,' and she was right, I knew I could do it. So, I nodded to her, and we walked into the class, side by side.

Right about when we walked in, the second bell rang, which signaled that we were just barely on time. But, we weren't late, and as I looked around the room at all of the students, I saw Paris, Louise, the other girl, and Tristan. This should be tons and loads of fun. Not!

I looked at Rory, but at some point, she had left my side, and she had been replaced by a moderately young Hispanic man with shiny black hair and a kind expression on his face. He asked me if I was the new student, and all I could do in response was nod my head yes at him.

"So, you must be Matthew Colubra. Well, welcome to Chilton. I hope you can do well here. Why don't you go sit in that corner desk, the one furthest from the door and right next to the window."

So, head down, I walked over to my seat, trying to keep from looking at any of the students who I passed. I just wanted to get to my seat and sit down without any problems. However, for that to have occurred, the stars would have had to align for me. They didn't.

As I was walking to my seat, I heard Mr. Medina say, "Yes, Madeline, what do you want?"

I heard a vaguely unsure voice say, "Isn't Colubra Latin for Snake?"

"Yes, it is. Why do you ask?

"Well, he had a snake tail and his name is Matthew Snake. Doesn't that kind of sound stupid?" Madeline asked.

Before Mr. Medina could say anything to her, I said, "Yes, it is a stupid last name." I then sat down in my seat, and before looking at the front of the class, I looked out the window one last time. When I returned to paying attention, I saw Rory smiling at me and Paris looking at me like I was a problem she couldn't figure out. I returned my full attention to Mr. Medina and listened as he talked about English.

A couple hours later found me in the cafeteria, eating food form a tray and sitting next to Rory as she told me about her home, Stars Hollow, and it sounded simply amazing to me, since I had never felt like I had a home. I especially enjoyed hearing about Lorelei, Rory's very eccentric and coffee addicted mother, and Luke, the surly diner owner of Stars Hollow. Personally, I thought the two of them sounded like they were into each other, but when I brought this up, Rory said that was crazy.

"Stars Hollow sounds very awesome, Rory. Maybe someday I will get to see it. Thanks for telling me about it," I said, smiling at her, then took another bite of my surprisingly good hamburger, since I had not expected a private school to know how to make such simple food and make it amazing.

"Thanks, it is an odd place, but it is home and I wouldn't trade it for anything. So, Matt, where exactly is home for you these days?" she asked me as she ate a forkful of salad.

"I don't know about a home, but I can tell you where I live. You know that building that is a couple of blocks from here? The one with the sign that says Luxury Village Condominiums and the huge fountains in front of it with the cardinal directions dolphins," I said as I ate more of my delicious hamburger.

"Yeah, I pass it when I am on my bus. It looks really nice from what I have seen. Is it as nice as it looks?"

"Yeah, it generally is as nice as it looks on the outside. It is kind of nice having my own place, no one to tell me what to do or when to do it. But, I think I would rather have a mother like your's and a town and home like your's, somewhere to really feel at home. I have never really had that before."

"It is ok, Matt. You will someday, but for now, I think it is about time for us to leave, so that we can be a little bit early to our next class. That way, you can introduce yourself to the teacher, and be in your seat by the time the rest of the students get there, and you won't have to answer any stupid questions," Rory said as she stood up and took her tray to the trash can. I followed her, and we left the cafeteria, talking about music as we walked to our next class.

AN: Please review, and I hope you liked it.