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The odd Weasley out

"Ashlyn c'mon wake up!" Ginny tried shaking me awake. I groan. "Go away...five more minutes..." I turn so I'm facing the wall. As I heard her footsteps leave the room, I go back to sleep. Suddenly I feel the coldness wash over me like I was drowning, I couldn't breathe- "AHH!!" I screamed, causing me to fall off my bed drenched.
"Oh man, you should've seen your face!" A voice laughed.
"I know right?!" An identical voice followed.
Shuddering I looked up to a pair of red headed twins smiling cheekily looking down at me. I sighed,"What. The. HELL WAS THAT FOR?!?" I yelled throwing my pillow at them.
"Well Mum has been calling you to wake up and you weren't so we thought-"
"That we should wake you up ourselves!" They said.
Fred and George are two of my six brothers, they are obviously twins. I actually also have a twin, his name is Ron, but I look NOTHING like him. I actually don't look like any of my family. I also have a younger sister Ginny, and my other (older) brothers, Percy, Bill, and Charlie. Bill and Charlie already live in their own.
I rolled my eyes,"Whatever." I got up glaring at the twins as I walked out the door. "Hey Ash." My twin Ron walked passed me. I smiled.
"Hey Ron," I messed up his hair.
"Hey! What was the for?!" He scowled and started to walk downstairs. I chuckled and skipped to the bathroom to get ready FOR MY FIRST DAY AT HOGWARTS!!
After hopping out of the shower, I walked back to the room that Ginny and I shared and locked the door. I quickly got dressed in http://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=11076127&.svc=copypaste&id=143135635 Then I put my long hair in a messy bun. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled at my reflection. I think about how everyone in my family all have flaming red hair and green eyes. I'm the odd Weasley out. I have long really dark brown/black wavy hair and crystal/navy blue eyes (they change depending on my mood) I'm average height (a little on the shorter side) and even though I don't think so, people say I'm extremely thin even though I eat as much as Ron and he eats like its his last time ever eating. My dad says he wasn't too surprised when I was born. He said I looked exactly like my great-grandmother. But I like how I look, I'm different and I like it. Shaking out of my daydream, I started to skip downstairs to eat breakfast with my family.
A/N Hey guys! My name is Katia and
I'm 13 years old and I'm in eighth grade, I'm having so much fun writing this fanfiction and I hope you like it! <3
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