A/N So this is my first story that I have ever put up and I really want to know what you guys think. It's "Constructive" critism hehe no such thing. Anyway I'm changing the bit about the necklace from Bill. It's now a broom. It works better later on. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Insanity Lurks around Every CornerThe black owl swerved across the sky, blocking the full moon's light from entering Ginny's window. She rolled over in her bed and sighed, a small smile playing across her lips.
Ginny ran across the beach, the sun above her was a huge face. The face looked oddly familiar. She tried to look closer but couldn't quite make it out. She quickly hopped on the back of a ginormous sea turtle and rode it up a palm tree.
She stepped off and was standing in a coconut. The sun turned out to be Harry's face, all glowing yellow and orange. He was laughing. She then looked down to see that she was naked.
She tried to cover herself but just then Draco rushed by flying on a clamshell pulled by spiders. He was dressed in bright red old-fashioned pajamas.
She jumped onto the clam beside him and they flew off into the sunlight. Draco turned to her and she saw that he wasn't Draco at all, he was Fred but on Fred's shoulder was George's head along with Fred's. Fred/George then started to sing "Schools Out For the Summer" and jumped off into the sea.
She was left all alone riding the clam, naked. Just then a moose came galloping on a moonbeam to her.
"Jump on, eh?" He said, he was wearing a plaid shirt and a hat with earflaps. She jumped onto his back and they swam away through pink water while fish sang "She'll be Coming 'Round the Mountain When She Comes" in very high, squeaky voices.
"She'll be wearing pink pajamas when she comes, yeeehaw!" Ginny opened her eyes to see Fred and George singing.
"What are you doing?" She asked groggily rubbing her eyes and trying to untangle herself from her sheets. They laughed.
"Messing with your dreams" Fred answered and ran out of the room pulling George along with him.
Ginny threw a pillow after them, a muffled screech floated up the stairs, then a bump then,"Oy! Fred, I'm stuck."
Ginny grinned triumphantly, stretched and glanced around her room, trying to plan a route from her bed to her dresser without giving herself multiple injuries.
Stepping out of bed Ginny took a flying leap at a lone spot of brown rug. HAHA! Made it. I am superman with superhuman strength to fly across even the worst messes. Muahahahaha! OW! Her train of thought crashed as she fell over the garbage can.
"Ginny! Are you all right?" Molly hollered from the kitchen. Ginny peered out the door.
"Yeah! But I was just about eaten by my some discarded undergarments" she hollered down the stairs.
"Oh! You really must learn to control that room of yours, its been no end of trouble-" Her mothers voice was reduced to a muffled droning as Ginny tripped over a lawn chair and in a frantic struggle somehow ended up under the bed where a pair of kindly old bunny slippers invited her to join them for afternoon tea.
After politely declining Ginny wormed her way out from under the bed and finally put some clothes on. With that done she flounced down the stairs to the bathroom where all the Weasley boys stood yelling at Bill who was evidently taking too much time in the bathroom.
"Move it!" She bellowed at the boys, pushing past them to the door.
"What? We've been waiting forever!" Protested George.
"Yeah! I've been here since 7:00" Added Ron glaring at her through bleary eyes.
"PMS GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Ginny bellowed. The magic word spoken they all backed away in a bit of a hurry and Ginny slipped into the bathroom as Bill exited. Ginny leaned on the counter and stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Blue-ish green eyes stared back at her. Wow I need to get more sleep. She thought as she plucked at her wine-coloured hair in disgust. It had gone frizzy overnight. Why did I sleep with it wet? Oh riiiiiiight, I wanted to be a poodle... Not! Ok I need to stop talking to myself...Oh My God! Is that a pimple...? No it's a jujube...really...no you idiot... Stop it! Stop it! ...You're the only one talking...oh.
"OK, hair, it's on." She grabbed a brush and after 20 minutes fighting a losing battle against the tangled mass she let out a growl and pulled it back into a ponytail, glaring as pieces escaped and hung in her eyes. She grimaced and watched her reflection warily. Nobody can tell that we are really insane...noooooo...I'm just a normal kid to them...but really I shall rule the world! Muahahahaha! Ginny opened the door, flashed the scowling boys a cheery smile, and bounced downstairs.
"Mom, can we please start eating?" Wined Bill from across the table.
"No" Mom said swatting his hand away from the pancakes "I want to have a nice family breakfast with my boys for once." Fifteen minutes later Fred, George, Charlie and Ron came stampeding down the stairs.
"Now we can eat." She proclaimed, clapping her hands together under her bosom in joyus celebration. Ginny lunged at the pancakes and squirted them with raspberry syrup before the boys could engulf the teetering pile.
"So what is new in my babies lives?" Mom asked looking around happily at her family.
"I need new robes." Called George through a mouthful of muffin. A piece fell out and Ginny gave him a look of disgust as he picked the tidbit up off the floor and popped it in his mouth.
She must be in heaven, her whole family home for the summer. Why did they all come back? I just want to get away from here. Really? Questioned a voice where would you go? Boura Boura! ...What is that? I donno I just thought it sounded like a cool place... Ooookay... How 'bout Venice? Yay canals!
"Don't talk with your mouth full, dear." Mom scolded George. "Anyone else?"
"I've gone insane." Ginny volunteered.
"That's nice dear. Fred, when are you planning to get a job? And what was that about moving out this year?" Molly said absent-mindedly.
Ginny sighed. Of course; the family comes home, I get ignored. And I do have a serious problem here. She excused herself and went outside.
A/n So what do you think? Review please! I need pointers...sort of.