"Yikes what happened to you?" My sister, Hermoine....

*"Woah woah woah Let's hit PAUSE there"*

I know what you're thinking. Hermoine? Ginny? What's next? Harry Potter? Ha ha no. But my mom was considering that the new arrival should be called Harry or Dumbledore but back to the main topic.

My mom LOVES and LIVES Harry potter. Her words not mine. And so when She found out she was having twin girls, she decided to name them her two favourite female characters in the franchise, thus Hermoine Granger Quinby and Ginny Gabrielle Quinby. Imagine my middle name as Weasly.

My sister and I were picked on since Kindergarten.

*PLAY*

...asked when I slipped into my seat in class. The teacher wasn't in. Thank God.

"Don't ask." I said.

"It was Jean wasn't it?"

"Obviously " I said. I was so damn frustrated and tired. "I am tired of her using me and picking on me."

"Sorry." She made a apologetic face. "But you have to stand up to her"

I gave her a dead look. "Oh great why didn't I think of that?" I replied sarcastically.
I nearly lost an eye thanks to that idea.

Hermoine turned away and so did I. We were silent for a while. Then she spoke in a small innocent voice.
"Then maybe if you were as popular as I am, then maybe Jean won't pick on you anymore."

I slowly turned and gave her the Are-you-kidding-me-right-now face.

Hermoine whimpered timidly.

"Alright class." Mr. Ross, our English teacher walked in. "I got my coffee and my wife gave me an apple today, so it gonna be a great day I'll tell ya" He said with a cheery energy and he turned to us.

The entire class was quiet staring at him with dead looks... You could even hear crickets creak in the background.

"O-kay. Let's start the lesson" the teacher said averted his eyes away from us.

"I am sorry 'bout what I said earlier Ginny. I was only trying to help" Hermoine apologised to me in front of my locker. I rolled my eyes. I took out a few books and pushed them in angrily. I slammed the locker door and turned to her.

I did not look happy.

"At least your black eye's going" She said trying to lighten the mood.

I still did not look happy.

"Okay how about I help you get back at Jean." She offered.

I corked a brow in question.

"You? Help me?"

She nodded excitedly hugging her organiser.

"How?"

A sly grin slowly creeped on her adorable face. This is getting creepy.

"Oh you'll find out soon" She replied.

Now I'm scared.