Ginny's Diary

Dear Diary,                    July 2

I was woken up to explosions. It sounded like Fred and George were at it again. They plan on opening a joke shop after they graduate and spend the majority of their time in their room inventing things. They already sell some of their products at school and I can't say that I blame them. They make good money even though mum isn't too fond of it. Whenever I need some extra cash I always go to them, in return I have to test some of their products. I know that that probably doesn't sound very hard but believe me! You never know what is going to happen when you try something that they have invented.

Like I have said before, my family is poor. But what can I say, when you have seven children you just can't expect to have luxurious vacations every summer or even once every FIVE summers.

I went down to breakfast and to my surprise Harry and Hermione were sitting there eating and laughing along with Ron and mum.

Lately I have been ususally calm around Harry but there are still times when I become a nervous wreck. Now was one of those times. When I stepped into the the kitchen the first thing that I realized was that I still had my pajamas. Now you see Diary that wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact that they were my old ones and they had rainbows and unicorns on them. Then there was the story of my hair. It was so messy that it looked like a rat's nest! But back to the pajamas. I was so emabarrassed! I mean how many 14-year-old girls wear clothes to bed that have rainbows and unicorns on them!!! But there wasn't anything that I could do. If I would have turned around and lef tthe room I would have looked even stupider. So I sat down, not making eye contact with anyone that was already at the table.

I was just thankful that Fred and George satyed up in their room exploding things. If they ~had~ been down there I am sure that they would have had something to say pertaining to my choice of clothing.

After breakfast I came back up here to my room to change out of the little kid clothes.

Afterwards I went back downstairs to find it deserted, in other words there was nobldy there. I was disappointed that the trio wasn't there. I kind of thought that maybe they would include me in their journeys but I guess not.

So instead of going back upstairs to my lonely room I decided to start on my enormous pile of homework that I had for the summer. Sometimes I think that I am turning into Hermione, but then I remember that Hermione has great friends and if I was turning into her then I would too, but I don't so I guess that I am not turning into Hermione.

So I spent the rest of the day working on one of the many essays that Proffesor Snape had assigned. I stopped when I heared the trio coming in through the backdoor. They were laughing and yelling so I figured that they had had a good time, like they always do. I heard snatches of their conversation and from what I heard it seemed that they had gone swimming. That really made me mad cause they were talking about the really beatiful swimming place that Ron had showed them. Now Diary you are probably wondering why the hell would I get so upset over a stupid swimming area, but you see Diary, I showed Ron that spot and we agreed that it would be ~our~ spot and that we would never show it to anyone. Obviously Ron broke that pact and he broke my heart right along with it. I couldn't believe that he had shared that spot with anyone! Especially with people that aren't even part of our family!

I threw down my quill and gathered up my parchment before I ran upstairs to my room, where I am now. I collapsed on bed sobbing and then reached for my journal and started to write. I have been up here every since writting what happened.

Life is so fucking unfair Diary! They didn't even ask me if I wanted to go with them to the spot that I discovered and that no one else except Ron was supposed to know about. I feel so left out sometimes, like I don't fit in and things like that.

Am I a bad person, Diary? I sometimes have thoughts about one of them dying a painful death and then I am there to comfort them in their time of need. I ask you again Diary, am I a bad person? Of shit! I hear footsteps, I had better go. Bye!