FOUR // OH WHAT A THING TO DO.
The girls found the school easier to navigate than the first thought, after finding their locker, they found their first classroom fairly easy, Kit was sitting being a blonde girl who names she thinks might be Paris, Rory a few seats over. Much to Kit delight, the classes seemed to be studying Russian Literature, or maybe French Literature, it was a bit confusing.
“And while French culture was the dominant outside cultural influence, especially for Russia's monied class, English culture also had its impact. Tolstoy's favourite author, for instance, was. . .”
“Dickens.” Kit whispered, taking notes.
“Dickens.” the girl in front of her said
“Yes. And of course, last week we discovered Dostoevski's main authorial influences. . .”
“Sand and Balzac”
“George Sand and Balzac.” she said again.
“Good. As Tolstoy commenced writing both War and Peace and Anna Karenina, Count Leo would turn to. . .”
“David Copperfield.” Kit said a little too loud to be a whisper, it earned her a glare from the girl in front of her, plus a few other people, she just looked down
“Correct Miss…, He would turn to David Copperfield for inspiration..”
“Gilmore” If almost to save her a tall blonde guy entered the room.
“ Ah, Mr. Dugray.”
“Sir.”
“Nice to have you back. I hope your Grandfather's better.” The teacher asked him.
“Much better, sir.”
“Good. Take your seat, please.” Walking past he looked at between Kit and Rory, Kit noticed the boyish smile, Kit just smiled back trying to be polite, while Rory shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“Great Expectations, A Tale of Two Cities, Little Dorrit, all major influences on Leo Tolstoy. Tomorrow we will focus on. . .”
“Who are they?”
New girls. Twins.
“Writing styles of these two literary masters, Tolstoy and Dickens.” Just then the bell rang.
Class dismissed.
“Looks like we got ourselves a Mary.” Kit heard cute, blonde boy say. Gathering up her books, she adjusted her backpack.
“Miss, Gilmores, could you come up here please?”
“Here are last week's study materials.” He hands them both separate binders, filled to max capacity with notes.
“There'll be a test on them tomorrow, but since you're new, you can take a makeup on Monday. Will that be sufficient time?”
“Monday? Sure, that's fine.”
“Good. That's just an overview. It would be very helpful to you to borrow one of the other student's personal notes. They tend to be more detailed.”
“More detailed than this?” Kit asked.
“t seems daunting right now, I know.”
“No, no. It's okay. It'll be fine.” Rory said flushed.
“Remember to get those notes. They'll be a lifesaver.” The twins nodded and exit the classroom. Kit looked at this binder and decided she needed a car if she was going to cart her cello and all of this work back and through every day. Kit was lost in thought she didn't notice Rory stopped in till she said.
“Oh”
“I'm Paris.”
“I didn't see you there. Where'd you come from?” Rory asked.
“I know who you two are?. Lorelai and Christine Gilmore from Stars Hollow,” she said eyes the twins up and down.
“You can call me Rory.”
“Kit”
“Are you going out for the Franklin? she asked Rory rather, abrasively
“The what?”
“Nice innocent act. At least I know you're not going out for drama club.”
“Are you?” she asked Kit
“Am I what?”
“I'm confused,” Rory said.
“The Franklin, the school paper, are you going out for it?”
“I don't know, I have to find my locker first,” Rory told her, the twins tried to walk away but like many of the conversation they had on this campus, it didn't end there.
“I'm gonna be editor next year.”
“Well, good for you.” Kit snapped, annoyed with this girl already.
“I'm also the top of the class, and I intend to be valedictorian when I graduate.”
“Okay, we’re going now,” Rory said, Kit didn't need to be told twice.
“You'll never catch up. You'll never beat me. This school is my domain and the Franklin is my domain. And don't you ever forget that.”
“I wonder if she pee’s on the floor to make that her domain”. Kit remarked.
Kit found the Chilton’s Auditorium easy enough, After lunch the twins went their separate ways, She’s had a meeting with the music teacher/ conductor, at the beginning of the lesson they talk about her previous experience, about the school’s orchestra they currently had 40 students, 8 cellists, two of whom were freshman, Mrs. Kepnes said that she would probably take one of their spots being a sophomore, the way she said it made Kit feel terrible.
but then had to prove she knew what she was doing in theory, with her cello in her hand she begins to play 2nd Bach Suite No.2 in D minor, Just you and the cello, she had to remind herself, it's not like there was a sea of students all judging her, once she was through the room was silent, then her teacher asked for someone more contemporary so she played, Yo-Yo Ma’s Triptych: |.. Kit began to lose herself in the music she could feel the tension of the last couple of days fade away, like a storm cleaning the air, she thought about Peter, about what he would say if she was playing just for him “vy slishkom bespokoit'sya, vy igrayete Amore, ispol'zuyte svoye serdtse” you worry too much, you play Amore, use your heart.
Again she was met with silence, Mrs.Kepnes than asked her to play something from the last twenty years so she played Yellow by Coldplay that was the last modern song she’d learned on her cello. When Kit was though she smiled, as he teacher dismissed her, she took her cello and left the stage, once she was standing outside she began to breathe, really breathe she wasn't sure what just happened. Just when she felt like she was going to cry, the short girl with short dark hair she’d eye stalked early, come out, pushed the door open to find Kit with her head against the locker doors.
“That was amazing” Kit straighten up, smiled at the girl, whose freckles were more visible unclose.
“Thanks, I think. that wasn’t. I don’t think that was.. “ she began, but the girl stopped her, her blue shirt rolled up at the sleeves.
“No really, I haven't seen anyone play with that much passion in a while, most of us are forced to take an instrument but you it's like yours.”
“Thank you but I'm sure that's not true..” Taking a deep breath she introduced herself “I’m Kit, by the way, Kit Gilmore.” extending her hand.
“Kit… Not Christine”
“Never Christine”
“Alright Kit never Christine, I'm Hazel McCrae, Violin, welcome aboard.”
Once all that was said and done, Kit went to find her sister, stopping by her locket the halls were pretty empty. Kit wished she could leave most of this stuff here, but was thankful her mother was picking them up, she checked her watch, she still had one class left.
“So you're the other Mary”. Looking up she saw the blonde guy from her earlier class, behind him was another guy, slightly taller, loose-limbed and slim, he was busy getting books from his locker.
“Excuse me?” she said, looking him in the eye.
“I’m Tristan.” he said, moving closer.
“Here I thought you the lamb Mary was looking for”. Tristan slightly scoffed but the boy behind him chuckled.
“I guess you’re not as sweet as your sister”.
“We have more of a betty veronica thing going on.”
“And which one are you?” Tristan said, smiling a charming smile Kit was sure would work on any other girl. Before she could answer, the guy behind him said
“Veronica Lodge or Veronica Sawyer” Tristan took a step back to involve his friend in the conversation, Kit turned to say him, she could see his eyes now a little more blue than green, his hair dark and curly. She pursed her lips, before saying “Either, either, both.” Kit smiled at him, before pulling her book bag higher on her shoulder. “Kit Gilmore,” she said extending her hand.
“Emmett Talbot” his hands were firm, his handshake was strong. Kit was slightly worried he was going to say something else and ruin her impress of him, so she picked up her cello and said
“Nice to meet you Emmett Talbot” before, leaving to put her cello in the music locket she’d been assigned.
“Seats now, please.” Her history teacher said, Kit hadn't found Rory but she knew they had History together when Paris walks in she gives Kit the meanest look, she could be made about her answer that question in English could she. Kit found a seat near away from her, took out her pen and notebook. When Rory walked her she heard Paris say “Oh, you've got to be kidding me.” she frowned. Rory took in front of her, while Tristan sat next to her.
“Hey, Mary.” he said to Rory.
“Okay, we left our projects off on Friday with Mr. Gaynor, so today we will pick up with Miss Gellar.”
“I don't have my project,” Paris said as she stood up.
“Miss Gellar, did you have sufficient time to complete your project?”
“Yes.”
“And yet you don't have it done?”
“Nope.”
“All right, you will receive an incomplete for this project.” She sounds disappointed and Kit actually felt bad for Paris when Rory stood up, interrupting.
“It's my fault.”
“Who are you?”
“Rory Gilmore. I wrecked her project.”
“Shut up,” Paris said.
“I don't have a Rory Gilmore, I have a Lorelai Gilmore and Christine Gilmore.”
Kit raised her hand when her name was called.
“That's me.”
“You are Rory and Lorelai Gilmore?” The old woman said as if she didn't understand the concept of a nickname.
“Yes. And I wrecked her project. My locker got stuck.”
“Just stay out of this.”
“Do you go by Rory or Lorelai?” She asked Rory before looking around her and say to Kit “Do you go by Christine Gilmore”
“No... It’s Kit” she said looking around making sure everyone knew that, she didn't want anyone to call her Christine every.
“Whatever. It's not her fault.”
“I need you to pick one.”
“One what?”
“One name.”
“Rory.”
“Fine, thank you. Rory, you wrecked Paris' project when?”
“Just before class.”
“Very convenient.”
“No, I did. My locker got stuck and when I opened it. . .” Rory tried to explain.
“Stop it!”
“Miss Gilmore, since you say you wrecked Miss Gellar's project, then you may help her fix it. You have until tomorrow.” Their teacher said.
“Fine,” Rory said as if it was no big deal as if she didn't have a million things to be to catch up already.
“No,” Paris replied getting more and angrier.
“Why not?”
“I don't want your help!”
“But I don't mind doing it.” Rory was still calm.
“Just stay out of this.”
“What is wrong with you? I'm trying to help you.”
“Well, don’t!”
“Ladies, enough. Miss Gellar, if you don't want Miss Gilmore's help, then you may have until tomorrow. If it's not done, you will receive an incomplete. Is that understood?”
“Yes.” Paris says sitting down.
“As long as you're standing... .could you also stand. “ She said to Kit, who slid out of her seat, straightening her skirt she smiled ”…Class, we have two new students. Say hello to Rory and Kit Gilmore.”
“Hi, Rory and Kit,” The class said in a chorus.
“Hello, Mary,” Tristian said.
“Does Jesus know just how clever you are?” Kit said taking her seat with Rory.
The Rest of the class went on without fault, their teacher was nice enough, the subject matter wasn't as daunting as her first class. There was so the tension between her sister and Paris, but she guessed Rory would just have to learn to be more competitive.
“Let's try another passage. "The Romanists have, with great adroitness, drawn three walls round themselves, with which they have hitherto protected themselves so that no one could reform them, whereby Christendom has fallen terribly." Who said this?” The teacher asked.
“Martin Luther,” Rory says.
“Very good, Miss Gilmore. And what year did Martin Luther address the Christian nobility?”
“1520.”
“Very good, Miss Gilmore.” When the bell rings their teacher excuses them “Until next time,”
“Stay out of my way. I will make this school a living hell for you.” She heard Paris say to Rory
“See you tomorrow, Mary.”
“Gosh, what a sheep.” Kit said pulling Rory up from her seat, “Come on, Kid”
Overall Kit’s first day at Chilton was long but interesting, she had a good audition for Orchestra, maybe bad a friend, meet a cute non-douche boy. Her classes were engaging, she didn't find herself getting bored, or daydreaming and not once had she wrote music in her margins. This private school thing wasn't so bad. Once they picked up her Cello the twins made their way outside to find their mother. Rory ran into her arms when she saw here. While Kit made a beeline for the coffee.
“Mm. Hey, you.”
“So, this whole plaid-skirt thing... .my idea?” Kit opened the back door, putting her cello inside.
“My day sucked, too.”
“Promise?”
“Swear on my mother's life.” Kit was enjoying her coffee a little much, this school really needed a coffee machine available to students, it would seriously help. Looking around she found Hazel, getting into the same car she arrived in this morning. She wasn't sure whether to wave, but she waved first, Kit smiled as waved back. Maybe she had made a friend.
“I brought us some coffee.”
“Why, I'm shocked.”
“It's sooo good” Kit told her, before climbing into the jeep.
“Triple caps, easy foam.”
“Wow. What, do they expect you to get smart all in one day?” Their mother commented holding up Rory’s backpack.
“Oh, they expect a lot of things,” Rory said climbing inside the jeep, Kit let her jump into the back and their mother pass her the bag.
“Well, so tell me.” She said, Rory, put her head between the seats and said
“I don't know. It was just one big, long, scary, tweedy, bad eight hours,” she complained.
“Add some hairspray, and you've got my day.”
“How about you?” she said nudging Kit, who just shrugged.
“One of the girls already hates me, the guys are weird.” Rory continued.
“Weirder than other guys?”
“Yeah, they kept calling me Mary.”
Both Kit and Lorelai sniggered. “You’re Kidding me. Wow”
“He tried that with me”.
“What did you say”? Rory asked her.
“I told him, we have more a Betty, Veronica thing going on” taking another sip of her coffee, she mother hummed in agreement.
“Why? What does it mean?”
“Mary, like Virgin Mary.” Kit told her.
“It means they think you look like a goody-goody.”
“You're kidding.”
“No.”
“Well, what would they have called me if they thought I looked like a slut?” she almost whispered.
“Well, they might have added a Magdalene to it.”
“I might have made a friend and meet a boy who got my Heathers reference.”
Both Rory and Lorelai looked at Kit like she was the sunshine in their raining days.
“Drive on” she said gesturing her head towards.