I only own Lexi and Will as my own the other charcters are owned by the lovely people who wrote Gilmore girls yay!
Author's Note: okay so was really bored when i wrote this so sorry if it's too cheesy for people. I like the concept of the troubled daughter i think lore needed to experience a less perfect child. And I'm into the whole crazy motehr daughter realtionships so yeah. Please just go with it and review when your done.
My name is Lexi and I have lived in a very wacky town all my life. I have an older sister named Rory who is my mother's equal and best friend. Sense she had her at sixteen they are more friends then mother and daughter, wish I could say it was the same for me. I also have an older brother who is starting his sophomore year in college. His name is Will and he is 3 years older then me and while sometimes he can be annoying he also can be my hero. As much as I hate to say it I look up to him big time. My father is Luke Danes who owns believe it or not Luke's a diner in town. Some would say it's cool to have your dad own a diner but it's not so cool when your forced to work about everyday after school.
Now my mother, Lorelai Gilmore to be exact. She is like the queen of Stars Hollow beloved by all. She owns an inn in town named The Dragonfly again not so cool having to help her there as well as my dad. Now while I always here how Rory was my mother's perfect twin, like I had never seen the girl or something, I look nothing like my mother. The only thing I have are the blue eyes which no one notices that much anyway. I'm not pretty like Rory, I'm about five feet and very skinny and skeletal looking. I have long blonde hair that I always keep up in a ponytail. I know my mother thinks I'm ugly and shouldn't be her daughter but I try my best to stand out and be like her precious first daughter Rory.
A lot of people tend to not talk to me either. I get bad grades unlike Rory and I have only one friend who everyone hates unlike Rory. I walk around in a daze all the time with my hood on, the kindergarteners run from me and my age group makes fun of me. None of them ever knew my pain until that fateful day. But I'm not at the part of the story yet. To give a picture of how scary apparently I am I'll describe what I'm wearing on a regular basis I wear a black hoody with the hood always on, I wear Tripp pants and for those of you who are fashion depraved those are the pants covered in chains and black as night that you would find in a store like Hot Topic. On my feet I have black Vans. I think it's my make up that scares most. I don't use that white chalky make up shit seeing how my face is as pale as a ghost already. I do though use a lot of mascara and black eyeliner along with black eye shadow. I guess you could say I look like the living dead a bit.
My friend is just like me and were the only ones, I swear who wear black in this stupid town. I don't talk to anyone except Izzy and she doesn't talk to anyone except me and that's how we like it. We take pleasure in seeing the kindergarteners run and sneer as we walk by the cheerleaders who laugh or gawk at us. My whole family despises me except my brother who actually sees me for who I am, everyone else is just disappointed. They had know idea what I could be so upset about.
Oh yeah almost forgot, my grandparents. Well they are basically rich snobs to put it in a nut shell. My mother hates them and basically everyone does but for some strange reason we go eat with them on Friday nights. Even though everyone complains and someone is usually in tears by the end of the night. Recently the tears are caused because of me. You see my grandfather isn't that bad but he usually shuts himself in his study until dinner. I think he's afraid I worship the devil or something. My grandmother is the complete opposite she isn't afraid at all she's more angry then anything. I sit there and she blames my mom for all my mistakes and then yells at me and I just sit there and ignore her the best I can. My mother ends up crying and runs out, my dad on her heels. Then I get up make an obnoxious bow to really piss my grandmother off then walk out. That usually happens well almost every Friday night except the nights it's just total silence. Or once in awhile Rory decides to join the circus of events and yells at me after I do nothing to help mom. But that's basically it I don't really pay that much attention on Friday nights.
