𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞.
gilmore girls universe.
𐙚 | B L U E ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖
─── blue eyes like the sea on a
cold, rainy day
❝ 𝘉𝘓𝘜𝘌 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘜𝘛𝘠 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘠 𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘌𝘚 ❞
Luciana Danes is the daughter of the famous Luke Danes. Beautif...
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September 29th, 2002
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[ LUCY'S POV ]
MY YALE APPLICATION CAME IN THE MAIL TODAY, and while most would find that nerve racking, I'm exited. In a few short months, I'll know if I'm going to be attending an Ivy League school or not. It's been a dream of mine to attend Yale since I was a child, and if I manage to submit a stellar application, I'll be over the freaking moon.
The beautiful, heavy and important Yale application sits on the table, staring up at me and my dad. I'm almost too scared to write on it── too scared to touch it, but I also really want to hold the weight of this application in my hands.
I want to get into an Ivy League school.
"Okay." I breathe out. "You open it." Dad looks at me strangely, but he doesn't hesitate to reach forward and take the application. "Wait!" He pauses, still looking at me with an odd expression. "Have you washed your hands?"
He gives me a knowing look. "Luce, I work with food."
"Okay... That doesn't answer my question," I scoff, not finding him to be taking this as serious as me. "Have you washed your hands?"
"Yes, but would you like me to do it again?" I shake my head, realising I might sound a little insane. Yale aren't going to know whether we washed our hands or not, are they? God, I hope not. "You still want me to open it?"
I nod. "Yes."
Dad opens it, and I watch anxiously as he flicks through the beginning pages, stopping when he reaches the important stuff── the stuff I have to write on. "Okay... personal information. State your full name." He grins. "Better not get that one wrong."
"Oh, yeah," I scoff.
He looks down at the page. "And nickname, if any."
"Lucy," I reply, but then I hesitate. "Or Luce. Can I put both?"
"I don't think it matters."
"Of course it matters." I shake my head. "See, if you had just named me 'Lucy', my nickname would be 'Luce', and we wouldn't be arguing about this."
