This Is Me | Gilmore Girls

Part 1: Bullying An Angel

You always hear in school about how drunk driving can kill someone. Well I don't drink and drive, not that those lectures had anything to do with it. Considering my dad's alcoholism I probably won't touch the stuff all that often if at all even when I'm old enough to. Regardless, I died thanks to drunk driving. Not by me or even him but some random dumbass. For the third time, I was restarting Gilmore Girls and was wishing I was there. Why wouldn't I? The cute guys like Dean who was played by the delicious Jared Padalecki, a best friend like Lane with her crazy mom, Emily Gilmore totally being my spirit animal, Sookie with her crazy hyperactive happiness, Michel who was the reason I learned French in the first place, and Lorelei who I could totally see as a fun-loving aunt. Truth be told I didn't really like Rory, it seemed as if the moment she settled into Chilton her entire character started going downhill fast.

Anyways back to me dying. I was furious with the fact I forgot to bring my charger and my phone died just as the the first episode started and opened up to Lorelai walking to Luke's while 'There She Goes' plays. I looked out my window upset that I forgot to charge my phone last night yet again and thinking how much I wanted to be there in Stars Hollow when a truck rammed into the passenger side, sending the car spinning onto the highway. My head hurt and my sight blurred but the last thing I could clearly remember is my dad shuffling in his seat to get himself out just before two bright lights quickly came speeding at her and everything went dark.

Purgatory was a complete let down. I mean an office, really? My so-called guardian angel was a dipshit. "So you like Gilmore Girls, huh?" He asked not even taking his eyes off whatever he was watching on his damn screen.

"Yeah, so what?"

"Good cause you're going. We send way to many of you young souls into supernatural worlds that it's making a whole damn imbalance that needs correcting now."

"Excuse me?"

"Try to keep up, sweet-cheeks." He tells her before pulling out a file. "I'm thinking maybe a cousin to the OG Gilmore girls. Just sort of smoothly implant you in, not a daughter but maybe make it that Emily Gilmore doesn't miscarry the son she was pregnant with after she married Richard and bada-bing bada-boom you are there."

"What?" Her eyes practically bugged out at that little tidbit.

"Yeah that happened pretty early on in the pregnancy and they don't really talk about it. Now fill this out you might get it, you might not. Anyways, of course I'll ensure you get all the benefits I can considering the fact I got to make-up for you dying about 70 years too early while I playing that new Pokémon game."

"Pokémon? I died because you were playing a fucking Pokémon game?"

"Now, calm down."

"Calm down? You want me to calm down? I am calm considering the fact I should be wringing your scrawny neck right now!" I say, my voice getting progressively louder as he shrinks in his seat. Like I said, Purgatory is a complete joke.

"Well, how about I guarantee a good life?"

"I lost 70 years, I should be ripping you a new asshole so I better have a damn good life!"

"Give me the paper." He hands it to her with shaking hands and she quickly looks it over. Tch, guess I should probably put down better control of my anger considering how often it's gotten me in trouble once I finally go off, even if it certainly helped me out here.

So what do I want? Considering I'll be Rory's cousin I'll likely end up at Chilton or somewhere similar so a photographic memory and high intelligence would be awesome especially since I struggled to make high B's at a seriously crappy public high school and I really don't want to struggle this time around with it. Athletic, since the whole falling flat on my face shit is really getting old. A permanently high metabolism that keeps me at a healthy weight is a must if I end up having to eat out as often as they seem to. I want to remember my life but not to the point I can't move on so, remember it but also be somewhat detached from it. Not that there was a whole lot of good to remember but what there was, was enough.