Title – Barriers and Brick Walls
Chapter One
Disclaimer –I don't own Gilmore Girls, Channel Nine, or the title (Barriers and Brick Walls incase you missed it before). Gilmore Girls belongs to Amy Sherman Palladino and Warner Brothers. I have no idea who Channel Nine belongs to, and to tell you the truth I don't really care because it's probably some millionaire that has too much money than he knows what to do with. The title of my fanfic belongs to Kasey Chambers album, and no my fic does not relate in any way to that album because I haven't actually heard it.
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A/N#1 Heylo everybody! This fic I started at twenty to four am. You all probably think I'm crazy, right. Well yeah, I probably am, but I also suffer from sleep deprivation and insomnia. Oh well, never mind. When ever I can't sleep, I just write more for my fanfics, which makes you guys happy, so it doesn't matter that much.
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A/N#2 Heylo again! I'd just like to say that I'm an Aussie and I am absolutely appalled with Australian television, especially a certain channel *cough* nine *cough*. First of all, they take GG off air in the middle of the friggin' season, which is sinning in itself. But now, and I really think that this has gone just too far - they have just finished season two and have decided not to show season three for a while! Do you know how disappointed I am? America gets to see season three now! It's not fair! I'm seriously considering why I moved back here! Oh yeah, I'm a joint Aussie/US citizen. Anyway, if any other Aussies know when Channel Nine are going to screen our precious third season, or you just want to say that you hate them too, please feel free to email me – watching_angels_fly@hotmail.com – maybe we could get a petition going or something! Oh, I am way too perky for 4 am in the morning. Anyways, rant over, just enjoy this fic! And feel free to review *hint**hint**wink**wink*!
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A/N#3 This is the last one, promise! Just thought I'd tell you that no, I'm not a bitter twisted cynical old freak who got lost in the 70's and hasn't made her way out yet. I'm a sweet, innocent caring teenager who likes to write and yes I suffer insomnia, as said earlier. They say the first step to recovery is admitting that you have a problem. I took that step about a year ago and guess what?! I sleep about ten minutes longer than I used to now! Yeah! Can you detect the sarcasm in my voice? If anyone knows what the second step to recovery is, please tell me, 'cus I think I'm failing school – I keep falling asleep in class. Having said that, this author's note isn't meant to be about insomnia – I just wanted to say if I come across crabby, it's because I express my feelings in my writing and while I'm writing this, I have probably just woken up, so don't be too harsh on me, k?
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Part One-One Year
It had been one year since Rory had moved out of Stars Hollow and into her grandparents' house at Hartford.
One year since her mother was killed.
One year since Jess left for good to go live in NYC.
One year since Dean had gotten sick of her and made out with some blonde in front of the whole school as a sign that him and Rory had broken up.
One year since Rory decided she wasn't gonna be no social outcast no more.
One year since Rory had decided that she would become what she had hated for so long – a true Chiltonite. A selfish conceited bitch who was just a typical Chiltonite.
One year since Rory had covered herself with the fake identity of a Chiltonite.
One year since anyone had seen the real Rory.
One year. And so much had changed.
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Part Two-The Smile
The sun rose and Rory got out of bed and stretched.
And then it came. The almost smile. The real smile.
But in an instant it was gone.
Rory had let her guard down.
She had let the world see, for that brief moment, the old Rory.
But she couldn't do that.
It was too dangerous.
What would everyone think?
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Part Three-The Shower
Rory walked into the shower, undressed quickly and turned the hot tap on full blast, before adjusting it so that it was only moderately warm.
Under the shower, she could be herself.
She had locked the door, and so locked the world out.
With that thought, Rory began to sing the Oompa Loompa song from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
How she missed that movie.
It was the all-time best ever movie, and she couldn't watch it.
Why? Because…..
What would everyone think?
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Part Four-Getting Dressed
Rory turned off the shower and began to get dressed. She put on –
· her black lacy wonderbra with matching undies;
· her black knee high stockings (which had runs in them);
· her regulation Chilton skirt (hemmed so that it almost showed her undies);
· her regulation Chilton white shirt (with a total of two buttons done up);
· her regulation Chilton tie (she couldn't modify that one, much to her disgust);
· her Roc shoes (which had a 6cm heel);
· foundation;
· black mascara;
· black eyeliner;
· gold eye shadow;
· clear lipgloss;
· seven silver bangles on her right wrist;
· a matching silver choker necklace; and
· silver drop earrings.
Rory's long nails were French manicured and she left her hair down.
Now suitably disguised so that no body would see the old Rory lurking beneath, she was ready to face the world.
This was a typical day in the life of Rory Gilmore.
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Do you like it? I know it's short, but I needed an intro so that I could get on with the rest. Btw, for all those who haven't gone metric yet, 6cm = approx. two and three eighths inches. Remember to review! Bye!