Hi! And Welcome To my Ginger fic! This was wrote just over a year ago and i've posted it on a copal of fansites with some promising reviews but i've been bugging to get a ginger section up for ages, so i'm soo happy right now! :D I'm a fan ATBG and favorite Char is Maci!
This Fic was wriiten before we fans in the Uk Got the last serise of the show, when they graduated and when to high school, so i had to relye on my own imgaination to entertain me! This fic is set at the end of Junior High and the beggining of high school - just to set the scene! And, Yes, i'm british so if i make mistakes about America things i'm sorry!
PLEASE READ AND REIVEW.
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Ginger sighed as she sat crossed legged on the floor of her yellow and orange bedroom and wrote in her diary. For the past three years it had been her only relief from growing up. She flicked back through the pages remorsefully, carefully she picked out and entry; 5th march 2001 - Sasha's amazing! We managed to meet up after dinner; he took me to the lake as the sun was setting, he said he needed to talk, believe me, not a lot was said! We kissed for so long. I can't believe all this happened in one summer. Diary I think I love him. Ginger sniffed backed tears at her memories and turned to pick another page, it wasn't all that long ago, not really. In some ways it seemed like that diary entrance, Camp Caprice, had happened a million years ago, and then sometimes she closed her eyes and she was back there. She could smell the fresh green leaves of the high oak trees; she could feel the warm sun on her face, the breeze on her cheeks, Sasha's lips on her neck. This time she couldn't hold back, the first tear rolled down her cheek and fell with a Plop on to the next random page of her childhood diary. June 23rd, 2002 - Does Darren keep looking at me in the strangest way or is it just my imagination? It's been a Whole three months since Miranda (uergh! Why dose she go out of her way to ruin my life?) Insisted that I.. liked him. Thank God we talked that over. But now the whole things seems to be happening again, only now, is it him who thinks he likes me? I don't know what to think Darren's.well.he's so cute. Arrgghh! He's, like my best friend, you can't call your best friend "cute"! Omg, What if.what if he doesn't like me like me at all? And here I am writing all this stuff about him.I guess Diary, I'm not as over Darren Patterson as I thought I was. She straightened up.did she write all that?! It was so weird re-living all this stuff she thought. Just one more she told her self; again she flicked through her log. September 16th - 2003, Darren and me have faced our fears, and our piers! We walked to school today, all the way from my house to the gates of school we held hands, he never once let go, not even when principle Wood passed us in the hall way! Dodie was literally whooping with joy when we passed her, Maci smiled, she turned to Dodie and I'm sure she said something, I think I heard, "At last".
Ginger sat up and leaned against her bed, for a few minutes she stared in space remembering her feeling when she wrote that last entry. It was by far her favourite. No, Wait, it couldn't be. How could she pick one memory over another when they where all sacred, all special to her? He precious memories, bittersweet or honey coated they where hers, a reminder of who she was, a pathway leading to who she would become. "And to think I was going to chuck you out!"