Anna was working the early shift as Luke's. She smiled when she saw Luke talking friendly to one of the regulars he could actually stand.

"Oh Luke, we're just dying for some refreshments." She looked to see her mom waving a napkin at him.

"Keep your pants on." He yells back. Anna laughs as she grabs her orders to take them over to their tables. Luke came over to tell her. "Get your Barry Manilow loving mother two muffins." He points his thumb over to their table.

"Oh, Rory must have found the CD under her seat." She put two muffins on a plate to bring over to them.

"Looks like we made it…" Rory sings.

"Oh yeah? Spice Girls." Lorelai shot back.

"Duran Duran." Rory narrows her eyes.

"Dido." Lorelai hisses.

"Olivia Newton-John." Rory glares

"The Macarena. You, Anna, and Lane for hours and hours, for weeks on end." She did the dance moves in a sloppy fashion.

"Hey, we were mocking. You can't mock the mocking." Rory defends them.

"Alright. It's getting ugly. Let's stop." She put her hands down.

"Let's be friends again." Rory agrees. They toast to it. Rory giggles as she sips her coffee.

"Stop it." Lorelai scolds her.

"This is why Luke thinks we are insane." Anna realizes how weird the conversation seems without getting the whole story. She walks away from her protesting family.


"Agh." Lorelai walks into the kitchen groaning.

"What?" Anna looks up from her Captain Crunch.

"The car won't start." She put her coffee and purse on the counter.

"What happened?" Rory pours a glass of orange juice.

"I don't know. It's just dead. I turned the key and it made a horrible sound." She took her coat off.

"What kind of sound?" Rory put the carton back in the fridge. She went to the table and put her books into her backpack.

"Like rrrar, rrrar, rrrar. You know, but less feminine." Lorelai imitated the sound.

"That's the battery," Anna remembered that was the problem last time it made that sound.

"Well, what did I ever do to make the battery mad?" She threw her hands in the air.

"Let's see. You've kept the radio on all night, killing the battery. You've kept the lights on all night, killing the battery. You've kept the door open, which keeps the ceiling light on, all night, killing the battery." Rory listed as she piled more books into her bag. Anna was watching her growing paranoid that she didn't have all the books she needed in her bag.

"Okay, well then I've done multiple things to make the battery mad." She shrugs.

"You gonna walk?" Rory asked.

"I'm wearing heels." Lorelai pointed at her feet.

"Change your shoe," Rory told her.

"I'd have to change my outfit." She didn't have flats that went with this outfit.

"Just put your heels into your purse and you can change back into them when you get to work." Anna stood up to wash the empty bowl.

"I'd have to walk upstairs." She pointed up.

"Suddenly I'm living with Zsa Zsa Gabor." She reorganized her book to try fitting them all into her bag. Anna opens her bags to do a checklist in her head of her books.

"I'm gonna call, Michel." She grabs the phone.

"This thing is too small." Rory huffs taking her books out.

"Hold on Michel. That backpack is not too small." Lorelai made the French man wait to argue with Rory.

"It's minuscule." Rory pouts.

"You have too many bus books." Anna realized when she looked through her bag to find that all her school books and one bus book fitted perfectly. And her bag was much smaller than Rory's.

"I need all of my other books," Rory told them.

"You don't need all of these." Lorelai agrees with her youngest.

"I think I do." She took out her folders.

"Edna St. Vincent Milay?" Lorelia held up a book.

"That's my bus book," Rory told her.

"Uh-huh. What's the Faulkner?" She looks at another cover.

"My other bus book," Rory explains.

"Just take one bus book," Lorelai said.

"No, the Milay is a biography, and sometimes if I'm on the bus and I pull out a biography and I think to myself, Well, I don't really feel like reading about a person's life right now then I'll switch to the novel, and then sometimes if I'm not into the novel, I'll switch back." She explains why she needs to keep both books.

"Hmm. Still there, Michel?" She checked if she would have to dial again. "Hold on. What is the Gore Vidal?"

"Oh, that's my lunch book," Rory told her.

"What?" Anna squinted. "Then use Vidal or Faulkner. You don't need two novels."

"Vidal's essays." Rory corrects.

"Uh-huh. But the Eudora Welty's are not essays or a biography." Lorelai picked up another book that she knew wasn't for school.

"Right." She nods.

"So it's another novel, lose it!" She waves it around.

"Unh uh. There are short stories." She took it from her mother to put it in her bag.

"Ugh. This is a sickness." She sighs before checking on her co-worker. "Michel...Come pick me up?"

"Think about your shoulders and your back." Anna patted her sister's shoulder before going into the living room to watch some TV while waiting for her sister to get ready.

"Let's go." Rory came in with her backpack on and French book in hand. Anna followed her with their mom teasing her on the way out.


Lorelai, Anna, and Rory were sitting on the porch as Kirk fixes Lorelai's Jeep. "So what does she expect you to do?" Lorelai asked after Rory told them about the guidance counselor pulling her into her office to talk about her social skills.

"She said to mix it up," Rory told her.

"Mix it up, what does that mean?" Lorelai was appalled that Rory would have to change anything.

"I guess that means going up to strange kids at school and saying, Hey, mind if I awkwardly butt in where I don't belong and don't want to be?" Rory gave her intro.

"The whole thing's ridiculous. Chilton is a cult." Lorelai sighs.

"You're overreacting, just sit with my friends." Anna rolled her eyes.

"I would, but she said that I rely on you too much for social interaction." Rory made that suggestion to the counselor.

"Well, you did hide behind me that one time that girl was talking about a show you weren't interested in." Anna thought back.

"Lorelai, do you know what this is?" Kir holds up a bundle of wires.

"Um, no." She shouted.

"Damn." He whispers.

"Are we sure it is safe for him to fix the jeep?" Anna asks.

"He's been studying." Lorelai shrugs.

"I don't know. Maybe there is something wrong with me." Rory brought the subject back to her.

"Oh, don't say that." Lorelai gasp.

"Maybe I am a loner. I mean, you were mocking my backpack today. I might just be one step away from carrying a mysterious duffel bag." She folded her arms around her stomach, feeling sick.

"You did have that duffel bag for all your books last year." Anna gets smack in the arm by her mom.

"Oh no, no you don't... don't you go doubting who you are or how you should be. How dare that woman do this to you!" Lorelai shakes her fist in the air.

"It wasn't just her. The whole meeting was Charleston's suggestion." Rory told her.

The headmaster's name made Lorelai even more upset, "Well, good. It's time I called old Schnickelfritz Charleston to tell him to stop messing with my kid's mind."

"Mom." Rory didn't want that.

"Mom, she just needs to play the game to get to Harvard, then she can be whoever she wants to be. When you're in a large organization you have to conform sometimes, that's life." Anna shrugs. The one thing she learned about higher learning at Chilton is that you adapt or you fail.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't like this. Schools like Chilton try to stamp out every vestige of individuality and I'm not gonna let that happen." She shook her head.

"It's all fixed. I found a loose terminal. I reconnected the battery and jumped it, so it's set to go." Kirk came over to tell them.

"Oh, thanks, Kirk." Lorelai nods.

"And I'm not gonna charge you for the time I spent stuck underneath the car." He reassured her.

"That's great Kirk." She smiled.

"And I just want you to know that I overheard, and you're absolutely right. I carried a duffel bag and ate lunch by myself my entire school career, and I turned out just fine." He said thinking he was being helpful but Rory was scared now.

"I'm still going down there," Lorelai said after the looks she got from her daughters.


Lorelai was sitting at the table going through papers when Rory and Anna walked into the kitchen. "Hey." Anna greets.

"Hey." Lorelai echos.

"Hey," Rory said with an aggressive undertone. "Hey!"

"Yeah, look Fat Albert. Get me a soda, will you?" She didn't take her eyes off the paper.

"Mom, what are you doing here? You were supposed to meet me in my Latin class after meeting with Headmaster Charleston." Rory took off her backpack and coat. Anna did the same and grabbed three sodas from the fridge.

"Oh my God. I was. I totally forgot. Ugh, I'm so sorry." She looks up from the paper. "Thanks." She nods to the soda being put in front of her.

"Mom, come on, what happened. Did you talk to him?" Rory sat across from her.

"I did. I told him that he was completely out of line with this treatment of you, that you are not a loner freak, you have plenty of friends, and you don't own a long black leather Matrix coat, and they should fall down on their knee socks every day that you deign to show up at that loser school." She gave a summary of her long rant.

"How did he respond to that?" Anna sat down at the table.

"He yelled at me." She pouts.

"He what?" Anna and Rory were surprised.

"He pulled out a file and told me I was a bad Chilton mom." She told them.

"He did not." Rory gaps.

"And that I don't participate in school activities." She adds on.

"You work, while most of the moms are housewives." Anna defends.

"And I don't make posters. And, you why didn't you tell me you were doing things. That you pull them in on the Meals on Wheels and the Soup Kitchen. I could have taken some credit." Lorelai pointed at Anna.

"You have no artistic capabilities. I wouldn't let you make my posters." Anna made a face at letting her mom be responsible for something that has to attract the eyes. "I only pulled them in, so I could get funding for better quality food. Grandma made a nice donation."

"And I don't chaperone school dances." Lorelai felt like a failure walking out of the office.

"Does he know that you got pregnant at sixteen?" Rory asks.

"Basically I'm not doing my part to help further your educational future." She used his words.

"So we both got busted." Rory crossed her arms on the table.

"Yes." She nods.

"Great." Rory sighs.

"Now I have to pick a group or a cause or sponsor a club or something." She looks down at her list.

"This sucks." Rory didn't want to be forced to socialize.

"But hey, I've been thinking about what Anna said yesterday." She pointed at her youngest, who mockingly put her hand on her chest like she was shocked but honored. She looks like an actress winning an Emmy. "I mean, the whole reason we did this Chilton thing is for you to get into Harvard, right?"

"Right." Rory nods.

"And these fanatics that run your school, they're the ones that write the letters to the fancy colleges saying things like, Hey she's keen, look at her or Have you seen the L tattooed on her forehead, 'cause it sure is a big one." She used her thumb and pointer finger to put an L up to her forehead.

"So you're saying we should just go along with this?" Rory got the message.

"Yeah, go along with it. Talk to some kids, I'll hang out with their moms, and we'll get into Harvard, take over the world, then buy Chilton and turn it into a rave club. What do you say, deal?" Her revenge would be served cold.

"Deal." She nods.

"Oh, look, the Chilton Cheer Society wears matching hats. Eh? Go, Harvard." She picked up a paper.

"Or, you can start your own club, where you guys get together and talk shit about the idea of clubs." Anna teased.


"Your sister is sitting with the Puffs." Eleanor Blakely, a friend she met through Henry, nudges Anna during lunch.

"What?" She looks over to where she was pointing to see Rory sitting with Francie.

"Ew, Francie. Do you call her puff because she can make you so angry that you wanted a puff like a dragon at her?" Anna blows some air out of her mouth and nose.

"No, you weirdo. The Puffs are a secret elite sorority in Chilton." She laughs.

"If it's a secret then why do you know about it?" Anna wonders.

"Because it's like a fight club, everyone that is in it will never admit it." Henry throws a few fake punches.

"I don't see the big deal. There are just a bunch of girls who eat together." Roger rolled his eyes.

"They control the school. Everyone one of them is the president of some other club. They are all on the dance committees. It rumored that for the last 50 years every female student body president we had has been a puff." Eleanor went on.

"Have you tried to join?" Anna asked.

"I may have." She shrugs making like the reject didn't hurt.

"Count your blessing, nothing Francie is involved in is worth it. That girl, if I have one more group project with her." Anna took her deep breath to clear her thoughts of that horrible idea.

"It's a good thing we got paired for that photo project, then." Thomas threw his arm over her shoulders.

"We did not get paired, you threw yourself on my desk when the assignment was announced." She said flatly.

"Two of my ex were coming at me. A good friend would have been happy to rescue me." He took his arm away from her to cross them over his chest and pout.

"I wouldn't call someone you sleep with and never called back an ex." Eleanor pointed out.

"Why are you women so mean to me?" He pushed his lips more out.

"Because we know you." Anna laughs.

"You should know better than to argue with either of them." Roger shook his head at his good looking but clueless friend.


The Gilmore Girls get out of the car and walk to the front door of Gilmore Manor. "Who the hell names their kid Lemon?" Lorelai asks about a puff.

"Someone really into citrus." Rory shrugs.

"Ugh, crazy crazy people." Lorelai got comments for naming her kid after a band member when people were naming their kids after fruit.

"It's just so weird that the one table I sit down at is home to the secret society." Rory couldn't believe her luck.

"According to Eleanor, the girls secretly run the school, which means dance committees." She rings the doorbells.

The maid opens the door. "Your mother would like you to head out to the patio. We're barbecuing tonight."

"Thanks." They walk inside and head towards the patio.

"Does Grandma have a barbecue?" Rory asked.

"I don't know. Maybe she keeps it in the secret room with the paper napkins and the mismatched sheets." She whispers. "Wow, she really is barbecuing." She gasped when she saw the chef over the grill.

"Hey, cool!" Rory waved at him.

"What's up, Poppin' Fresh?" Lorelai nods.

"Ooh, corn!" Anna pointed at the cob.

"Nice!" They each took an ear of corn from the pile.

"Thank you." Rory smiled at the cook.

They went to the side to start eating the corn. Emily walks out on the patio, horrified by what she saw. "What is this, a refugee camp? Come inside and eat at the table."

"Mom, the whole point of barbecuing is to eat outside," Lorelia told her.

"Animals eat outside. Human beings eat inside with napkins and utensils. If you want to eat outside, go hunt down a gazelle. Make your decision, I'll be inside." Emily turns around to walk inside.

"What are the odds of finding a gazelle around here?" Lorelai turns to her daughters.

"Slim to none." Rory looks around the garden.

"Okay, let's go." They got up and went into the dining room, where Emily was already sitting at the table.

"I'm extremely disappointed in you, Lorelai," Emily told her daughter. The maids took their coats and walked out to put them in the closet.

"Hold on, Mom." She sat down at the table and put her napkin on her lap. "Okay, go ahead." Rory and Anna walk around the table to sit on the other side.

"I had lunch with Bitty Charleston today and she told me what happened with you and the headmaster," Emily explained how she knew about the situation.

"What? Geez, does that woman do nothing all day but hide under his desk with a tape recorder?" Lorelai sighs.

"Being as how that's his wife if she was under his desk, she'd be doing more than that." Anna winks, getting a gross-out face from her mother and sister. Emily said her name sternly before going back to scolding her daughter.

"After all we've gone through to get Rory and Anna in that school, and then you humiliate all of us by not being involved. That is just incomprehensible." She shook her head in disappointment.

"Hey, she wasn't involved either." Lorelai points at Rory.

"Wow, just sitting here." Rory couldn't believe she tried to get her in trouble too.

"You are a grown-up, you have to set an example. If she's not involved with the school, then she learned it from you." Emily played the, you're older, you should know better card.

"Yeah." Rory nods along. Lorelai glares at her.

"How hard is it to help out just once in a while? Join a group, attend a meeting, and all for the sake of…" Emily didn't understand why she couldn't do the simple things that life required.

"Mom, stop already, please. I have joined a group, okay?" She cut her off.

"You have?" Everyone else at the table asked in shock.

"Yes." She nods.

"Which one?" Emily asks.

"I'm gonna join the Booster Club, mmkay? The Booster Club, I'm going to boost." The way she stuttered let everyone know she didn't join it yet.

"Well, the Boosters are a very fine organization." Emily approved.

"That's why I picked 'em." She pointed at her.

"They do very good work for the school." She smiles.

"All went into the picking process." Lorelai looked over at her daughters in pride that she pulled one over on Emily.

"And the matching sweatshirts they wear are just darling." Emily took a bite of her steak. Lorelai's smile vanished as she ate her dinner.


"Haha, yours is worse than mine." Rory taunts Lorelai as they walk along the sidewalk.

"Ugh, they totally just snuck that modeling thing in." Lorelai got stuck being a model in a charity fashion show at her booster club meeting.

"Can we come?" Anna asked.

"No." Lorelai waves her arms and shakes her head.

"Hmm, my mom's a model. Maybe you'll get to date Leonardo DiCaprio now." Rory giggled.

"Plus, now I have to plan the whole stupid thing," Lorelai grumbles.

"At least you made it a work thing too, so you'll be getting paid." Anna tried to look on the bright side.

"Lorelai Gilmore. Nope, doesn't sound model-y enough. You need something that stands out more. How about Waffles? We could call you Waffle and say you're from Belgium?" Rory teases.

"Okay, I'm crabby. I need to do something about it." She dialed her cell phone. "Hey, Mom." Rory and Anna exchange a look at her calling Emily. "So I went to my first Booster meeting last night, did Bitty tell you?... Oh, well, maybe she's still stuck under that desk. You might want to send someone out there to look….Yes, in fact, we're planning a charity fashion show next weekend, and I volunteered to organize it….Yes, and since I know how concerned you are about how Rory's perceived at Chilton, I knew you'd want to be involved somehow, so you're gonna be one of the models." Lorelai said, making Anna and Rory look at their mom in disbelief. "Yeah, so it's next Saturday, be there at four, and we'll provide hair and makeup….Oh, and we'll need your measurements also….Mom. You said you wanted me to be involved. Well, I'm involved, now don't you want to do your part to ensure the girl's futures?... Start measuring." She hangs up.

"You feel better now?" Rory asks.

"Waffle's very happy." Lorelai smiled.


Jess had to help serve since Luke was helping Lorelai at the Inn. He walks over to the table that Anna was sitting at with a brown haired pretty boy. "Stop suggesting that. We have to take nature shots." Anna hissed at him. That's when Jess noticed the two cameras on the table.

"What is more natural than the nude human body?" Thomas whines.

Jess cleared his voice. "Coffee?" He held the pot up.

"Yes, thank you." She pushed the mug close to him.

He fills up her mug and nods to the guy. "You?"

"Sure, I'm Thomas by the way." He introduced himself.

"Jess." He filled up his mug.

"Jess." Thomas smiles at Anna and wiggles his eyebrows. She cursed herself for saying the name of the cute guy that moved to town.

"What's going on?" Jess looks between them.

"We have to do twelve nature shots, it has to have a theme." She told him.

"Six pictures each. She is against the nude body." Thomas nodded to her.

"Where would you find these women to pose naked?" Anna glares.

"Is that what you're uptight about? I'm sure we can find men too." He laughs.

"Oh my god." She put her head in her hands.

"The people you get would have to be over 18, or else it would be considered child porn. I don't think your teacher can grade that and it's illegal. But, then you guys are underage, I don't know how legal it would be for you to be in a room with a nake adult." Jess watches the boy's face go from a smirk to a pout.

"Bummer." Thomas sighs and lays his upper body on the table.

"I still say we can do water: ponds, puddles, rain, waterfalls, are there waterfalls by us?" Anna looks at the two guys.

"I just moved here." Jess reminds her.

"There's a few, but you have to hike to them," Thomas told her.

"Oh, no." She shook her head. She took out the paper to read the assignment again. "Oh, it says our theme can be a place. We'll go to the pond at the Inn."

"If you want to be boring." He picks his head up to grumble.

"Young man, I'm ready to order," Taylor called for Jess.

"Order now," Jess demands.

"We'll have two bacon cheeseburgers and fries." Anna orders.

"Okay." He nods. "So, you gonna be home tonight?"

"Um.. yeah." She looks unsure why he cares.

"I'll be over, I finished the book." He walks over to Taylor.

"Someone has a late-night caller." Thomas thrust his hips up.

"Stop that, you freak." She threw a napkin at him, laughing.


"Jess is here to borrow a book," Rory yelled up the stairs.

"Okay, send him up," Anna yells back. She looked over the pictures that she had string up.

"Woah, a lot of pictures of ducks." Jess walks into the room.

"Thomas got overly excited when he saw them and wasted all his film. But I think these twelve are good." She looked over her pictures of the water lilies, the high view of the pond where she got up on Thomas's shoulder, a ground-level picture to make it look much larger than it was, the koi, frogs, and her favorite duck Puddles.

"How did that guy get into your elite high school?" He put A Game of Throne back on the shelf and grabbed A Clash of Kings.

"Please, more than half of that school is nepotism, so they can keep getting large donations from old money families." She rolled her eyes.

"That makes sense." He nods. "Is this all your friend?" He picked up a picture of her surrounded by people around their age. She had a tiara on and was smiling with a giant ice cream sandwich cookie in front of her.

"Oh yeah, they surprised me with that. It was for my birthday. That's Eleanor and Roger. You already meet Thomas and Henry." She pointed out the unknown people.

"They look interesting." He wondered who all the guys were to her.

"Yeah, we have our own breakfast club. Eleanor the princess, Henry the brain, Roger the athletes, Thomas the criminal, and I the basketcase." She tilts her head and smiles widely.

"Thomas is the criminal." He raised an eyebrow.

"He stole enough hearts. What the guy lacks in book smarts, he makes up in charm. He'll be some rich lady's boy toy." She laughs at the friend she accidentally brought into the group. She helps him get away from one of his clingy one-night stands and he's been sticking by her side ever since. Eleanor says she still hasn't forgiven her for it.

"And Roger?" He asked.

"He's best friends with Henry and is in love with Eleanor. Not that he has the courage to say that to her." Everyone in the group tried to give him a pep talk but it never worked.

"You don't like any of them." He asked.

Anna laughs at the thought of being with any of her friends. "I'm sorry, it just..." She took a few minutes to stop giggles. "They're amazing friends, but us being more is impossible."

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Because I don't feel anything like that towards them. I can't explain it, there's just no spark. Do you miss your friends in New York?" She realized she was talking only about herself.

"Yeah, it's not like I make friends easily. These townies are annoying. They don't seem to know there's a world outside of here." He looks at the globe on her desk.

"You can't tell me, there aren't a bunch of people wanting to know what New York is like." She sat on her bed as he sat on the chair.

"That's how I know they've only watched shows like Sex and the City. New York is more than just Manhattan. If anyone of them went there, they would get mugged on the spot. This small town sets them up to get eaten up the second they step out of the county." He scoffs.

"Are you feeling sorry for them?" She mockingly tilts her head.

"No," He looks at her like she grew a second head.

She laughs, "Well if you're worried about making friends, you got one in me. Rory will be friends with anyone, no matter how rude they are."

"I don't care about making friends." He crossed his arms.

"Sure, that's why you talk to me every time you see me." She playfully rolled her eyes.

"I do that because you look pitiful." He gave a half-hearted shrug.

"Hey," Lorelai stuck her head in. "Oh hi, Jess." She leaned against the doorframe.

"Hey." He nods.

"I just came to tell you that Rory is going to get kidnapped tonight. So you don't have to worry about the noise." She told her.

"What?" Anna yelled.

"Oh, yeah Francis called to say she is going to kidnap Rory to take her out to breakfast." She spoke of the weird phone call she got today.

"She is so dramatic about everything." Anna's right eye twitched at the mention of the annoying girl in most of her classes. "Do you have pictures of your fashion show?" She remembered that it was today.

"No, no pictures." She shook her head.

"That's not possible." Anna squints.

"There is none, so it is." She shrugs.

"They're right here." Rory ran into the room with them in her hand.

Anna got up to grab the pictures and flip through them. Jess stood up to look over her shoulder. "Is that your grandma?" He took a picture that was snapped of the two of them standing at the end of the runaway.

"Yes, that is my mother Emily Gilmore, their grandmother." Lorelia sighs at another person seeing the pictures.

"She likes the elderly version of you." Jess put the picture next to Anna's face.

"I'm taking that as a compliment and don't call her elderly, she is mature." She snatched the picture from his hand before turning to her sister. "Oh Rory, we should mention this at the next newspaper meeting."

"Oh no." Lorelai shook her head.

"Oh yes, charity work should be acknowledged." Rory nods.

"Oh come on, why do you two live to torture me?" She whines.

"We wouldn't be a Gilmore family if we didn't take the opportunity to humiliate each other." Anna smiled.

"I will tell humiliating childhood stories to Dean and Jess if you suggest that article." She pointed a finger in their faces.

"Fine, but if it's suggested by someone else, we can't turn it away." Rory walks out with the photos.

"How long are you staying, Jess? Do you want some Booster cake?" She offers.

"Nah, I got the book and it's getting late. See ya." He nods to Anna before walking out.

"So, Jess?" Lorelai walks into the room.

"What about him? We're friends." She shrugs.

"The boy refuses to talk to everyone but you." She pointed at her.

"What can I say?" She shrugs again.

"Just be careful. Boys like him are dangerous." She warns.

"What do you think, he's going to ask me to be the Bonnie to his Clyde." She laughs.

"Crazier things have happened." She told her.

"Yeah like you doing a mother and daughter runaway show with grandma." She giggles.

"I have such cruel children." She yells as she makes her way to her room.


"Your sister is not sitting with the puff. In fact, none of the puffs are here." Eleanor points out to everyone at the table.

"They got suspended for breaking into the headmaster's office to ring his bell and say some kind of oath to the Puffs," Anna informed them.

"What?" Henry asked.

"Apparently, it's a tradition for the puffs. Charleston caught them before Rory could finish," she told them.

"How come Rory didn't get suspended?" Roger looks over at her sister eating by herself with her walkman on and a book in hand.

"Because he put Rory into that situation. She wouldn't have gone with them if he didn't tell her that she needed to join a group to get into Harvard." She smiled when she saw a girl join her sister's table. The girl pulled out a book to read.

"Lame… not that your sister didn't get into trouble, but that they were forcing her to be social." Thomas quickly added on when he saw Anna's glare. The table laughed at his frantic correction.