From the Diary of Ginny Weasley
a story thing
by people
Disclaimer: i don't own anything

Chapter Two:

Hey Diary! Its me again...Ginny. I still like Harry Potter. I am still ugly. I am still bad at Astrology and transfiguration. I am still 458 miles away from my parents. I have a bunch of new friends which is good. But some good things are bad like how most of my friends are in different houses. I wish I could talk around Harry Potter. Its sad how all I do on weekends is sit aroud and do homework and everyone else is having a good time talking to all of their friends! Sometimes i hate myself so much... I just wish i could die! Maybe if a died... maybe, he might notice me. My love and admiration for him is something beyond the universe which cannot be described by mere words or any language. How could he possibly understand or care about me? I'm nothing but a lonley coward who can't utter a word to the love of my life, the apple of my eye, my soul mate harry potter. I was born into a family of filth. We have no real worth to our name and we have done nothing to make the world a better place. As far as he and some of his friends may be concerned, all my parents have done is bring more crawling slimy ratsto this world and i am the newest. but to show that i have feeling and understanding of the ideas of others, i will write a poem.

Here I sit

alone

cold

lonley

the wind of my life manages to sting my face

all my entire being longs to be

one of them.

the creatures, the

beautiful

marvelous

amazing

race of man.

But we are rats

and rats we are till the day we die.

they party

they understand

they appeal to eachother

I love you

harry potter, though you may never care about me.