So I combined chapters two and three together and seven and eight together so instead of the original eight I had, I now have six solid chapters. I've also revised all the chapters into first person as I like it so much more and it gives the story a better flow. IF this is the first time reading then you will not even notice a difference. If it is your second or third or more times reading this is a heads up. This is my first story, this is femmslash, girl love, Yuri, lesbians go wild (Just kidding) whatever label you guys want to call it, it's not heterosexual love. Ginny likes girls and that's that. Please Review after you've read tell me what you like, tell me what you hate, tell me what I've messed up on, tell me what I got right. Tell me anything you want to tell me. If you Review you get a cyber cookie and those are loaded with joy and luck. Yeah, they're awesome. Do you want to be awesome? Then you need to have cyber cookies and you can only get them if you review my chapters….

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Chapter 1

Is there anybody going to listen to my story?

All about the girl who came to stay?

She's the kind of girl you want so much,

It makes you sorry.

Still you don't regret a single day. – "Girl" / The Beatles

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[Ginny's POV]

A plethora of sounds can be heard from the piercing note of the horn, to the roar of the diesel engine to the click-clack of the wheels on the joints in the rail to the squeal of steel wheel on steel rail, as the Hogwarts express makes its last warning call.

But I am already on the train looking out window to the parents and siblings waving and yelling good luck wishes, to remember to write and to come home for Christmas. I sigh. Just thinking about my family makes me frustrated and angry. I don't know if anyone else knows what it feels being the youngest in a family of seven, but it sucks. Just to put it out there it sucks major hippogriff. The worst part isn't even that I'm the youngest but I'm the only girl. And you know what the means? Well I'll tell you what it means. It means that your mother expects me to be a certain way, to act a certain way and that stress that sometimes I can't handle. But I can't ever not try to live up to my mother's standards because I'm the only girl. There isn't anyone else to take the slack off. I lean my head against the cold window, the parents and crowds are hidden now by steam and train is beginning to move I hope this year will be fun, I hope I'll be able to get over my mother. And get over Her-. Don't think about her. It's done. I sigh. Why is life so hard and complicated? Why can't it be easy? Why can't people just like people forever? Why is there always bullshit excuses to fall out love, or to break up. Why are their society rules for that matter? Why can't people just accept other people?

I am pulled away by thoughts as my best friends Malcolm and Bianca enter the compartment and let in the loud and obnoxious noise of students outside my compartment. As they sit down I try my best to smile noticing their actions and how they touch each other unconsciously. My friends are slowly falling in love with each other and they don't even realize it. I stare at them and then away a tear threatens to fall out of my eye. I tilt my head up to try and catch it. This is all messed up even my best friends who last year had not acted like this at all had someone. Even Bianca who is neurotic and suffers from anxiety or OCD or both has potential love. I shake my head slightly, hating the unfair world.

I sit there for a couple more minutes fuming about my unfair life and the fact that I would probably end up alone, when Malcolm coughed.

"How was your summer Gin?" he asks gently.

I pick my head off the cold window rubbing my cheek trying to figure out an answer to his question. As much as I love my friends they won't understand. They don't know what it's like to have a parent not accept them for something especially not something like this. And plus would they accept me? Or would they get up and walk out and leave me feeling more alone then I am at this moment.

"Ginny?" His voice was fading away…

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*Two months previously*

"GINERVA WEASLEY!" Molly Weasley yelled up the stairs. No response. "YOUNG LADY, IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW, SO HELP ME MERLIN I WILL KICK YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

The mother took a deep breath and said in cruel and controlled voice "Get down here….NOW!"

Ginny opened her eyes as soon as the cool water had splashed on her face. This was the seventh time she had rinsed her face in the last ten minutes. Her mother had been yelling for some time now for her to get downstairs, still Ginny could not bring herself to comply. She knew she had about five minutes to come up with a valid excuse because her mother would eventually storm up the stairs even with her bad back.

Dozens of excuses came to my mind. I could tell her it was confusion or blame it on teenage hormones. I could even go down the path and pull out the blind card and demand she saw nothing and her old age ewes causing her to see things. I stared into the mirror. I couldn't lie about this though. This wasn't a silly prank or joke. This was my life and I had to come clean. I examined my face. I look scared. But I will not look scared in front of my own family. I tightened my jaw, and nodded. I would and could do this. Everything I had felt that summer had been real. And it had been amazing. I would tell my mother this. She would understand and accept me. Right? I walked out of the bathroom and toward the top of the stairs. I took one step down and I felt an internal wound open up, the fear was coming down on my. Another step down. Another step down and my hands got cold. Another step down, the stairs creaked, another step down. The journey down them seemed to go in slow motion. There was only about ten steps and yet it was taking a lifetime. Another step, I felt close to vomiting, another step, and another step I was shaking. Another step my brain was shouting at me excuses to tell her. One more step I almost ran back upstairs. But I didn't.

*END of FLASHBACK*

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"Ginny! Ginny! Hey you there?" Malcolm is yelling. I blink and I'm back in the compartment.

Bianca is staring at me, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah," I say confidently. "Yeah, Sorry must have just…"

"Went to la la land?" mutters Bianca to Malcolm. He raises his eyebrow at her and then looks at me.

"No, Just..uh you know." I wave my arms around as if this was going to help. "I was just out of it." I look away hoping they had bought it. Malcolm speaks up in his gentle voice again.

"Are you okay, earlier you seemed…?"

Bianca cut in, "Sad. Depressed even." Malcolm lets out a sigh and gives her a c'mon-don't be so-tactless look.

Bianca raises her arms "OK, OK, I give up." She stands up grabbing a pouch from below her seat.

"Come on lets go get some food, the lady never comes this far down the train." Malcolm nods and stands up, hands in his coat pockets looking at me expecting the same reaction.

"No its ok you guys I don't feel too well, stomach is hurting. Feel a bit noxious."

Bianca looks instantly apologetic. "Oh you should have said! That makes more sense. I go see if there's anything like crackers or something for that. I'm sorry I called you depressed."

I smile meekly at her, feeling guilty I lied. "It's ok."

"Are you sure you don't want us to just stay with you?" Malcolm asks. I brushed him off. "No, really it's fine. Go on I'll still be here when you get back." He nods and ushers Bianca out lingering her arm on her shoulder. As soon as the compartment door is shut. I let out a staggered breath and then tears began pouring. Thoughts of my mother unable to stop circulating within my head. I stand up and reach for my backpack. Pulling out a small journal I began writing. It was the one thing I used to keep my sanity at times in my house when I felt like I couldn't talk to anyone. I see my tears drop onto the page but I brush them off trying to write around the dots. I describe the train ride and the fact that Bianca and Malcolm will probably start dating soon. And I'd have to accept their happiness without any jealously. I didn't like either of them in that way, but I didn't want to be alone. I feel selfish I conclude. Selfish and self-pitying. I close the journal putting it under my chair. I wipe my eyes and pull my hair into a ponytail. As I stare into the window overlooking the Scottish country I see my reflection. I frown. I don't act like this. I don't pity myself. I'm fifteen dammit, I can handle the world. Forget my mother, forget Her, and forget all the troubles of this summer. This year is going to be better I decide. I stand up again cracking my knuckles. I am making a promise to myself to help people and to accept all people. I know what it's like to go through pain. I sit back down, staring absentmindedly out the compartment window when I see a glimpse of black shining hair whip by.

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