'...as I look around I see my friends, and i know there here to the end. They are with me morning and night, through the dark and the light...'

Ginny lifted her head of the desk, and looked up. Everyone else in the class had read out the poems, most being about friendship, the happiness and power of love, and others did poems all about them, -cough- lovers.

'Ginny?' The muggle studies, Miss Burbage, spoke in a calm, friendly voice.

Ginny didn't get up immediatly .'Do i ... have to read it infront of everyone.'

'Now now, everyone else did you will be fine.'

'It's personal...' Ginny clutched the sheets of paper tight to her chest. Proffesor Burbage didn't mention that they would be reading the poems out to the class.'

'Ginny winny to scared of everyone...' One girl smirked.

Ginny got up, and found where she was going to read to. 'I'm NOT reading it all, to long.'

Professor Burbage nodded, and sat back to watch Ginny's poem.

"Fairwell, Fairwell to those who care.

Now its my turn to make things fair.

Now my story nears its end, as i hold this knife.

And before you know it, its the end of my life.

My soul will linger, haunting you

Payback for all the things you use to do.

This is my way of saying goodbye.

Saying i will always be here, though i may die.

I leave my memory behind

And that is what will keep me alive.

Now one last time you will ever hear.

Goodbye to you my dear."

Ginny finished just as the bell rung, and before anyone can say anything she had walked out of the classroom, ahead of everyone else.

'Did you hear her? I bet she cuts herself, just like that Kijo girl..'

Ginny turned around to see Kijo glance over to her. She smiled slightly, and continued to walk. Ginny took one step and stumbled into someone.

'Watch where your going!.' Everyone laugh as Ginny got to her feet.

'You...' Ginny walked over to Harry, taking a few deap breaths, clearing her mind.

(The Poem above is the ending to the poem Goodbye, a poem about a girl who has had enough of her life, and kills herself leaving no-one that cares, and the distant sounds of sirens are the only sign that she was even once alive.)