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~those are my clothes~

Drooping, Ellouise's eyes battled against her tiredness. The weight of her head was being held up by her arm. Staring at her mother, Rory watched eagerly as she Lorelai slipped a spoonful of eggs into her mouth. "How are the eggs?" Rory asked with a jitter. Lorelai glanced at her daughter in her navy uniform.

"Good," she mumbled with her mouth full. The girl continued to stare at Lorelai as she cut up a piece of bacon.

"I'm glad," she replied.

"They're still good," she repeated when she noticed Rory still staring at her.

"I'm still glad," Rory smiled sarcastically at her mother. Ellouise drifted into a nap but jerked awake at the smell of coffee under her nose.

Looking at her cousin, she shook her head and pulled the coffee up to her mouth. "God, will you chill out," she chuckled with a tired appearance. As the hot drink flowed into her mouth, she coughed, spilling it onto her lap. "Damn it!" she exclaimed, staring at the brown puddle of coffee in her skirt.

"Go clean yourself up, Dopey," Rory chuckled. "It's the first day of school I wanna get there early," the student edged on her mother to eat faster.

Sneaking behind the counter, Ellouise grabbed a rag and wiped it over her pleated skirt. "Really?" she whispered to herself. "Why today?" Then, a pair of brown boots appeared in front of her. Looking up, she saw Luke Danes with a very unimpressed expression.

"Back around the other side, young lady," he said while holding onto her shoulders and moving her out of the way.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she apologized while being pushed into a group of boy scouts. "I just spilled coffee all over my skirt," she explained.

Shaking his head, he shrugged, "See, this is what coffee does to people. It is a demon."

Rolling her eyes, she returned to her table, where Lane was talking to Rory. "Where's Lorelai?" she asked her cousin.

"Over there, bullying a load of 5-year-olds," she pointed over at the large group of kids without even looking up from her notepad.

"Ah, Mojo," Ellouise nodded at the sight of Lane's catalog, spread out on the table.

Shutting her little notebook and shoving it in her pocket, Rory smiled, "Yeah, I'm picking some stuff up for Lane after school."

"This is unbelievable! You won't ever change, will you?" the girls heard Luke yelling through the phone. "Okay, fine. Do whatever you want, you make the arrangements. Now I'm working. We'll finish this later." He frustratedly slammed the phone down.

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Sat at her desk, picking at her nails, El stared aimlessly at the sheet of paper before her while Mr. Madina rambled on about some author. The blonde curls of her hair tumbled out of her bun and in front of her face.

Behind her, Tristen kicked at the back of her feet repeatedly, trying to get her attention. The more the girl ignored him, the harder and more often he would kick her. "What?" she asked in a moment of frustration but a whisper.

"Nothing," he denied, pursing his lips together and shaking his head.

With a huff, she turned back to face the front with the hope that his annoying mithering would stop. But it didn't. He proceeded to hit the back of her shoes. "Oh, my God," she whisper-yelled at him.

"Ellouise Wilkins," Mr. Madina caught her attention from the front of the class. As she turned back in her seat, everyone looked at her. 'Great,' she thought to herself. "Eyes forward," the teacher demanded.