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Summary: The journal of one Virginia Weasley. Her life is filled with drugs, sex, depression and cutting.can anyone pull her out before its too late?
August 20th, Wednesday.
It was in the end of my fifth year when I first tried pot. I was looking for an empty classroom to study for my charms final in peace and quite when I stumbled upon Colin Creevey and a couple Hufflepuffs smoking. I was curious so I talked them into letting me try some. They were probably scared that I would tell on them so they were fine with sharing. At first it didn't do anything to me, which irritated them for some reason. So they promised to smoke me out again the next day. So we smoked again, and again nothing happened. So we did it again. And oh god, it was wonderful. I've never laughed so much in my whole entire life. I was rolling around on the floor laughing and crying for no reason what so ever. It was great. It made life good again. It made me forget about everything. I forgot about Tom and the chamber, I forgot that we were on the brink of war. I forgot that my family was poor, and that I had to wear hand-me-down robes. I forgot that I had six annoying brothers. I was just one happy kid for 3 glorious hours.
And that's how it all started.
I soon became friends with all the school stoners. Its really funny how weed can overcome house rivalry. When we some it doesn't matter who we are. I've smoked with Slytherins, Hufflepuffs , Gryffindors and even a few Ravenclaws. There aren't really too many Ravenclaw stoners, cuz weed sort of makes you slow. I've heard most of them do speed and stuff.. Anyway so it turns out that Hogwarts actually has a big happy stoner community. And contrary to popular belief Harry Potter knows nothing of it. Its kind of funny actually since everyone calls him Pothead.
Anyway. Over the summer my brothers, Fred and George gave me a job at there store. Turns out that they smoke too. They also make experimental drugs, but they said I was too young for that. But they did let me smoke with them a few times. God, they have the strongest shit too. One hit and you're gone. I think they might lace it with something. They gave em a big stash of it in for my birthday, and promised to give me more after it was gone. As long as mom doesn't find out. Hmm i wonder how they make all of this stuff right under her nose.
My birthday was actually a few days ago. My parents, Bill and Charlie all gave me money to buy a new wardrobe. I guess they've suddenly realized that I'm actually a girl and I need to wear girl clothes and not stupid Quidditch shirts and baggy pants. Ron gave me some Cannons poster that he wanted. He does that every year, gives me something he knows I wont like so i end up giving it to him. Well I happen to know someone else who would want that poster so he's not getting it. Heehee.I know I'm evil. But he deserves it, the prick. Hermione gave me a book. Oh well, at least its a good book. The complete works of Shakespeare actually. Harry gave me a broom care kit, too bad I don't actually have my own broom. I think he was a bit hurt when I told him that. But then he said that now I'll have the motivation to save up for one. Percy sent me this journal. I think his present is the best, it shows that he actually knows me. For some reason everyone thinks I'm terrified of diaries and journals. How stupid, its just a muggle journal its not gonna possess me and make me kill chickens. This sort of stuff just doesn't happen to people twice.
Anyway I have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get my school stuff and buy new clothes. Yay! So I'll write tomorrow. Nite nite.
Summary: The journal of one Virginia Weasley. Her life is filled with drugs, sex, depression and cutting.can anyone pull her out before its too late?
August 20th, Wednesday.
It was in the end of my fifth year when I first tried pot. I was looking for an empty classroom to study for my charms final in peace and quite when I stumbled upon Colin Creevey and a couple Hufflepuffs smoking. I was curious so I talked them into letting me try some. They were probably scared that I would tell on them so they were fine with sharing. At first it didn't do anything to me, which irritated them for some reason. So they promised to smoke me out again the next day. So we smoked again, and again nothing happened. So we did it again. And oh god, it was wonderful. I've never laughed so much in my whole entire life. I was rolling around on the floor laughing and crying for no reason what so ever. It was great. It made life good again. It made me forget about everything. I forgot about Tom and the chamber, I forgot that we were on the brink of war. I forgot that my family was poor, and that I had to wear hand-me-down robes. I forgot that I had six annoying brothers. I was just one happy kid for 3 glorious hours.
And that's how it all started.
I soon became friends with all the school stoners. Its really funny how weed can overcome house rivalry. When we some it doesn't matter who we are. I've smoked with Slytherins, Hufflepuffs , Gryffindors and even a few Ravenclaws. There aren't really too many Ravenclaw stoners, cuz weed sort of makes you slow. I've heard most of them do speed and stuff.. Anyway so it turns out that Hogwarts actually has a big happy stoner community. And contrary to popular belief Harry Potter knows nothing of it. Its kind of funny actually since everyone calls him Pothead.
Anyway. Over the summer my brothers, Fred and George gave me a job at there store. Turns out that they smoke too. They also make experimental drugs, but they said I was too young for that. But they did let me smoke with them a few times. God, they have the strongest shit too. One hit and you're gone. I think they might lace it with something. They gave em a big stash of it in for my birthday, and promised to give me more after it was gone. As long as mom doesn't find out. Hmm i wonder how they make all of this stuff right under her nose.
My birthday was actually a few days ago. My parents, Bill and Charlie all gave me money to buy a new wardrobe. I guess they've suddenly realized that I'm actually a girl and I need to wear girl clothes and not stupid Quidditch shirts and baggy pants. Ron gave me some Cannons poster that he wanted. He does that every year, gives me something he knows I wont like so i end up giving it to him. Well I happen to know someone else who would want that poster so he's not getting it. Heehee.I know I'm evil. But he deserves it, the prick. Hermione gave me a book. Oh well, at least its a good book. The complete works of Shakespeare actually. Harry gave me a broom care kit, too bad I don't actually have my own broom. I think he was a bit hurt when I told him that. But then he said that now I'll have the motivation to save up for one. Percy sent me this journal. I think his present is the best, it shows that he actually knows me. For some reason everyone thinks I'm terrified of diaries and journals. How stupid, its just a muggle journal its not gonna possess me and make me kill chickens. This sort of stuff just doesn't happen to people twice.
Anyway I have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get my school stuff and buy new clothes. Yay! So I'll write tomorrow. Nite nite.