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Stupid Jessi. She insists that journaling helps her control her emotions or such rubbish. I think it's just stupid.

I am the one and probably only Ginny Weasley. Well, actually, my name is Ginevra, but if you call me that I will Bat Boogey you. My silly parents chose my name. In a fruitless effort to get people to call me something somewhat normal, I told my friends that they had my permission to call me Ginny, and only Ginny. This failed and I have since been dubbed "Ginger". Basically, this name derived from no sleep, popcorn, and way too many butterbeers. It's actually quite a horribly boring story, but you know you're curious.

Well, my friends and I were sitting in the common room after one of the Quidditch match parties, and we were all very hyper. My friend Jessi looked at me and just started laughing. She then proceeded to inform me that I have red hair. I simply looked blankly at her and stated quite obviously, "Duh, I am a Weasley."

She just laughed and laughed until finally she said, "Hey, Ginger, pass me the popcorn." She thought she was so clever because my name is "Ginny" and "Ginger" has "Gin" in it, too. Well done, Jessi. Sadly, she never let it go, and she still sometimes calls me Ginger. Eh, it is rather irksome. But still I love her for it. I can't really help it. I've known her forever.

My best friends are Eliza and Jessi. They are the coolest people you will ever meet. Well, in truth, you probably won't meet them, but you will hear of them. A LOT! One I have known my entire life -Jessi- and the other -Eliza- I met ages ago. All right, not that long, maybe five years, but still! Eliza is from America, you see, and she moved here to go to Hogwarts because that's where her parents went. They had moved to America to get away from the war, back when they first got married. And Jessi, well, she is just amazing. Our mums met while shopping in Diagon Alley when we were babies and decided that we should play together. I am glad Mum ran out of potatoes that day.

Anywho, they love me for who I am and don't see me as the red-headed freak everyone thinks I am. Well they are right about the red headed-ness, and I must say I agree with the freak-ness. I am kind of strange looking. Hmm, how to describe myself?

Let's make a list! Yay for lists!

Ginny Weasley

Eyes: Brown. Like mud. And chocolate! Yum.

Hair: RED. AHHH. CAN'T ESCAPE THE WEASLEY HAIR.

Body Type: Well I'm not fat, not skinny. I'm curvy. There I made that sound pretty!

Height: My height is average. Like the rest of me.

Skin: Pale and freckled.

Age: 15. Year five at Hogwarts.

I'm really sort of a Plain Jane. Nothing special. People don't run in fright when they see me, their babies do not cry, but no one would bother to give me a second glance.

Yeah. You know, I really don't find this as satisfying as Jessi seems to think this is. Maybe I'll write again. I doubt it. I have better things to do then write in a stupid book.

Author's Note: Okay, so I am aware that this story is really strange and not very similar to the books. See, I originally was writing this story as the story of my own life for fun but then I really wanted to write a Ginny story so I changed the names around. So the first few chapters are things that are happening/happened in my life around the time of eighth grade. When I first wrote this. Yeah, except the magic stuff. So forgive me if it is not very canon-esque. Anyway, please review, and I will give you a cyber-cookie in your preference of flavor. Also, if you leave me a review, and you have a story, I promise I will read your story and review it. So, goodbye for now!