Lucille in Stars Hollow

A visitor in the hollow (unedited)

 The scowl wouldn't leave my face as Lorelai and Rory stepped out of the car.

"We're sorry, Lucy," Lorelai apologized. Not that it would do her much good.

"It gonna take a lot more than an apology to get back into my good graces."

The two traitors walked into the house and I followed.

"Where's Lisa?" Rory asked as she flopped down on the couch.

"Shopping with Leo's mom."

Lorelai pauses to stare at me. "They're talking again?"

"No, but Grace is nice and she's been very supportive. I mean, you were supposed to go with us to that shop in Hartford, but guess what? You left!"

"Oh my god, Lucy. We apologized," Rory barked.

"Yeah, whatever," I murmured. "You okay?" I asked Lorelai, who looked a little faded.

She hugged me. "You don't have to worry about me, baby."

I did.

Lorelai and Rory were glaring at each other is a staring contest way.

"Be patient, I'll be done soon," Lorelai said, taking a sip of her coffee.

"You owe me if I'm late to school," Rory mutters.

"Speaking of school," I pipe in. "How about you don't make us go?" I gesture between Lisa and I.

"Nope! You're going to school. You're going to graduate. You both will go to great schools."

"Ugh."

"It's fine, Lucy. We'll be fine getting bullied," Lisa sarcastically adds on.

"You two will be fine. And if anything happens, report it and call me. Just try it."

Lisa groaned and put her head on the table.

Lorelai got up to get doughnuts, when we heard the yelling.

I turned around in my chair to see Luke yelling into the phone.

"This is unbelievable! You'll never change, will you?" He yelled. Then, he slammed the phone down.

Then he turned to the boy scouts standing with Taylor. "Do you have a sister?"

One of the boys raised his hand and Luke said, "You have my sympathies."

"I have a sister!" I chimed in, cheerfully, which was clearly not the mood for this conversation.

"Funny," Rory said, shooting me a glare.

Lisa and I slowly left the diner and caught up with Lane on the way to the first day of junior year.

"So, on a range of 1-10, how bad will today be?" She asked.

"10," Lisa and I said at the same time. But walking into the building, no eyes followed us. No withering glares. No hushed whispers.

My hands still shook. I hadn't been to school in a while.

"Um, what's going on?" I asked.

We went to homeroom and everyone seemed in their own world, talking to their friends.

"Why do I feel invisible," Lisa added. I agreed. I didn't seem like people didn't notice us, it was like they were ignoring us.

"Hey, don't let it bother you," Lane argued. "It's good if they're ignoring you guys."