Ginny

Clutching her bag tightly, the girl walked slowly to her locker.
She always walked with her head down, as if she was afraid to look at anyone, her straight dark hair always forming a curtain around her face.

Only very few people had ever seen her face.
Her mother, father, and of course her friend Ginny.
Ginny listened to all her problems and helped her through it when she felt she couldn’t cope anymore.
Ginny was always there for her.
The girl looked up slightly and saw Ginny striding across the square towards her.
As usual, an air of sophistication and almost royalty surrounded Ginny, along with all the most important members of the student body.
Ginny was the most popular guy in school, always at the centre of attention, always being invited to the coolest parties and always the one everyone wanted to be like and be liked by.
Nothing like me, the girl thought to herself.
She wondered why Ginny even bothered with her at all.
Ginny spotted her and called out,
‘There you are! I have been searching for you everywhere!’
He ran over to the girl and everyone around him suddenly disappeared.
They always did when he came near her.
Not like Ginny.
The girl loved Ginny; Ginny was her whole world.
‘Walk to class with me.’ Ginny told her.
he girl did, she felt good when she was around Ginny.
The girl’s first class was Math and she took her usual seat in the back.
Ginny wasn’t in her class, so she sat alone.
At recess, the girl waited patiently at Ginny’s locker for him to come.
A girl walked by and spoke to her.
‘There’s something I really pity about you.’ She said.
The girl looked up thinking the other girl was being civil to her.
I pity the day you were born!’ the other girl sneered and walked off jeering.
The girl felt a tear slip down her cheek.
Why did it have to be like this? She wondered.
She hadn’t done anything wrong.
Why couldn’t they like her, like they liked Ginny?
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder.
‘Are you ok?’ a concerned voice asked.
It was Ginny.
She nodded.
‘Sure? Great, let’s eat!’
Ginny always spent lunch and recess with the girl.
They’d sit together and talk and talk.
The girl wished she could live recess and lunch forever.
But the bell rang and Ginny had to go.
The girl made her way back to her locker.
As she was getting her books, a group of boys ran by and stole her folder.
The girl wanted to cry.
She wanted to try to get it back but she knew it was hopeless.
The boys opened it and started emptying the pages onto the floor.
One noticed something on the cover that interested him.
‘Hey! Who’s Ginny?’ he asked.
Your boyfriend?’ his mates starting laughing hysterically.
‘Boyfriend? Yeah right!’
A lot of vulgar comments were made.
The girl started to cry.
That prompted more jeering and soon the whole corridor was in on the action.
The girl wished Ginny would come and save her.
But she knew he wouldn’t.
No.
Ginny would never save her again.
She fled out of the corridor as fast as she could.