Ginny Weasley: Teen Spunk Extraordinaire

In which Wizarding does not exist, only in dreams...

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Ginny Weasley's POV:

High school really sucks. (Especially my school: Salem High, in Massachusetts.) I have never done very well in school, I always mess up on assignments and I never get homework done in time, not that I even have a busy schedule. I'm also not very popular in school, and I get teased on by a lot of the seniors. I'm only one grade behind - yet I'm treated like I'm a fourth grader.

Not like anything is wrong with me, I'm perfectly average. I have messy, curly red hair, pale skin, chocolate colored eyes, and freckles. Lots of freckles, they're everywhere. I'm also not that developed for my age, I'm sixteen and without my womanly curves. I wouldn't mind if God would bless me with some beauty, it'd be nice.

I am in addition a tom boy, if that's what you call it. I was born into a family mostly made up of boys, I have six brothers. In order, they are: Charlie, Bill, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron. Since I was able to walk, talk, run, play, or whatever else, I've hung out with my brothers. So, I guess that resulted in my becoming a tom boy. My usual outfit consists of baggy jeans, and hand-me-down shirts, with sneakers. I like to play soccer and other sports, I find it fun...while, other girls here cheerlead, do gymnastics, or are on the swimming team.

And their outfits consist of short, skimpy mini-skirts with a pink cardigan of some sort. I'd never be caught dead in something like that, not with how I look anyways. I look to rugged, and I always have some sort of dirt on my face, because of my sports activities, or maybe it's because I work in the car shop during sixth period. It's my favorite class, besides Character Education. In that class, we have a really cool teacher, his name is Remus Lupin, and he's really shy for his age.

I don't know why he is though, but he's an awesome teacher. He knows his stuff, and has a really great personality. Not to mention he has some good looks, I don't really even know his age, but he looks around twenty-five. He was in eighth grade when my mom was in twelfth, so she could never tell me anything about him, which was too bad. During his school days, I heard, he went around in a group with these three other boys, they were supposedly pranksters and quite the comedians, but I just can't see Mr. Lupin being that way.

Though, it would be interesting, Lupin the rebel prankster turned mild-mannered teacher. Speaking of teachers, there is this other one, he's a real asshole. His name is Severus Snape, odd name, right? He's the Chemistry teacher. He marks down our grades and hands out detention slips whenever possible, which is quite the usual thing with a teacher like him. He's really ugly; he has a big nose with black greasy hair and a foul personality. Just the other day, actually, he gave me a detention slip, marked my already low D to an F, and sent me out of the classroom.

Not very nice, I think. I seriously wish the Principal or the school board would fire him, Dumbledore (the Principal) is way to nice. It's like he's trying to protect Snape or something, why would Snape need protecting? He could do with a nice punch in that big, ugly nose of his. Besides, all of the parents dislike him, except for the parents of a group of equally evil and cold-hearted students. They like all love Snape, whatever for I'm completely oblivious to it.

I personally wish he'd die and rot in hell, but my Mom says I shouldn't wish death upon anybody. I guess she's right, it is a bit mean...but not to evil, inconsiderate teachers like Mr. Fricken Snape! Sheesh. Anyways, moving on, there are some other teachers that aren't so bad, like Ms. McGonagall, she's actually okay. She teaches Science. That class isn't always so bad, we get to do dissections on animals...dead animals, and besides, they're frogs...so no great injustices are occurring. (Although one of the seniors named Neville really despise dissecting toads and frogs...)

Ms. McGonagall looks like she could retire any day now, my guess is she is probably around 63...I could be wrong, though. I am always wrong when it comes to guessing ages, I guessed that my friend Trisha in twelfth grade was seventeen, boy was I wrong, the girl is nineteen and still in school. Her birthday is in May, to boot, and that means she'll be twenty and still in her senior year. Although I can see why she's still in her senior class, she's not the brightest firefly in the jar.

There are other teachers, like Ms. Sprout, she's the Biology teacher. I personally feel that she has a weird obsession with plants, because that's all we ever learn about. Plants, plants, and more plants. My older friend Neville accelerates in that class, he loves to plant weeds...that's what I think they are...and water and nourish them until they grow into lovely buds, blossom, then wither up and die. Kind of like one of our other teachers, Mr. Binns, he looks like he could wither up and die at any moment, most people feel he resembles a ghost.

And his class is so boring! He makes cool revolutionary wars and such seem so boring, I usually fall asleep in class and just copy off the notes from someone in my own grade. Social Science is what we call the Catch-Up-On-Sleep class, lame name, but still it fits it perfectly. There's also this one teacher, Ms. Trelawney, she teaches Spanish, even though she can't speak it worth a flying feck...I can speak it better than her, even. That should be considered an insult due to the fact that I can't even speak one word right.

Enough about teachers, I don't even want to go on about the others, they're all completely odd. Let's move on to my friends and family issue-type things. First off, my brother Ron is best friends with the Most Popular guy in school, Harry Potter, he's a soccer Jock, and so this makes Ron popular. Surprisingly, they're best friends with one of the biggest know-it-alls that have ever existed: Hermione Granger. Even her name is completely odd; I've never heard it before. Though I shouldn't speak, what kind of name is Virginia? I'm the Virgin Ginny; it's such a wonderful nickname. I'd like to thank the bitches who wrote it on the wall of the Girls' Bathroom.

Sure, I know I'm innocent, but still! They have no write to call me that. What is it to them? I'm only sixteen. But then again, half of the girls in my school, ninth to twelfth, are most likely non-innocent. I personally feel that is very wrong and they should wait some more time until they are mature enough to respect the consequences of doing such things. Oh God, I sound like one of those girls that are going to become a Nun.

I wish I could have friends like Ron though, Harry is great, and Hermione is really considerate and nice to people who return the politeness. I sort of formed a crush on Harry when he and Ron became good friends during 6^th grade, now, though, I've discovered it's subsided a great amount, he's more like my soccer buddy than anything else. Like a brother, no longer the boy I wished I could go out with.

Everyone feels really bad for Harry at times, but it makes him all the more popular because he's been through so much. Early in Harry's childhood, and I mean early, only a year old, his parents were shot and killed by a very notorious criminal, who's been thought to be dead for seventeen years. The criminal - named Tom Riddle had broken into the Potter household in attempts to kill Harry and his family. Harry's mom and dad were FBI Agents, and very good ones at that. In the end, Tom Riddle managed to rid of them, but somehow Harry survived. The good lord only knows how.

After that incident, Harry's aunt and uncle, Petunia and Vernon Dursley raised Harry, along with their own son, Dudley. His family, although, didn't care about him at all. I feel so bad every time I go to his house, because you can hear his uncle roaring and raging behind the doors. Usually I and Ron hastily knock on the door, and they'll shoo us away, so we don't get to see Harry until the next day at school.

During the summer and over the break, Harry will come to our house and stay for a couple weeks, and that's usually the entire break time. His family doesn't care, they never have, and they love when he's gone. So, my family and I invite him over during that time, and he's practically become one of us, a Weasley. My family is tight nit, and we're really poor. This causes us a lot of ridicule from the richer families in Salem, like the Malfoys for instance.

Draco (the son of Lucius Malfoy, who is the Mayor...) constantly picks on me and my family, Harry, and Hermione whenever possible. Like he's got any room to speak, his name is Draco! Ms. Trelawney, who claims to be highly skilled with name meanings, says his name means Dragon of Bad Faith. I looked it up, she was right for a change. Dragon of Bad Faith, what a name! It's almost as if his mother, Narcissa, purposely named him that for evil purposes. They are extremely mean people; I was surprised when Lucius Malfoy was elected Mayor of Salem, after Cornelius Fudge was arrested for public nudity. They also have a daughter, and she doesn't seem any better than the rest of them. The expression on her face clearly reads: "Step away, I'm too good for any of you."

As if anyone besides the really, truly stuck up preps would want to talk to her. She's a bitch. I heard from a valuable source that she had written the Virgin Ginny thing on the wall of the Girls' bathroom. Enough on the subject of her, I can't even process a nice thought when her, and all the other Malfoys come to mind.

Not like I usually do anyways.

End of Chapter

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