I'm Gina, I've been a livejournal member for a while now and I had a previous account, but i decided to make a fresh start. I originally come from a little village near Portsmouth in England and right now I am at University in Loughborough.

I've been writing since I was thirteen and I've steadily got better - you should see some of the stuff I wrote when I was younger! It's really embarrassing lol! I'm writing my own book; have been for about 5 years. It's still a work in progress, but I will get there eventually.

I LOVE supernatural - it's like the most amazingly awesome thing EVER!! And Sam and Dean OMG seriously OMFG! Dean especially, gotta love Dean. I'm so totally gutted that season 4 is out in America and I'm having to make sure I don't read too many spoilers!!

So yeah, that's me for the moment. I'm off to watch '10 things i hate about you' with my friend Phoebe! Also love Heath Ledger!

would probaby have to be Jace from city of bones by Cassandra Claire...those who have read the book wil know why him!

   I would like to say that I hope you are happy. You’ve gone away and I should be wishing you joy and happiness and someone to love, but in all honesty I hope you are miserable. I hope that you are falling apart without me, like I am falling apart without you. I’ve fallen into a routine: get up; stumble into the bathroom; turn on the shower, water so hot it’s scalding; then I stand there while the radio plays the same songs, and I cry. I cry and I cry and I cry. I miss you so much it feels like my heart is breaking every time I think of you.

   So many things remind me of you. I stand in the kitchen forcing myself to eat and I can smell coffee. The last time we were together you were sitting in my garden, shirtless and glowing in the sunshine, a mug of coffee clasped in your hand. When I kissed you I could taste the caffeine on your tongue.

   I get in my car and as I stare at the road I pretend that your still there sitting next to me. I can hear your breathing and your little boy laugh. Then our song comes on the radio and I can feel my eyes start to sting, then before I know it tears are coursing down my face. I snivel pathetically and for a second I’m glad you aren’t there to hear me.

   Lizzie talks about her drum lessons and all I can think is ‘George plays the drums’. I can see you twirling the drumsticks in your small hands. Hands the same size as mine, hands that fit together. We hardly ever hold hands. Next time I see you, we will see each other again, I will hold your hand. Lace our fingers together so tight you will never be able to let go.

My username is the name of my book which I am currently writing! =]

Obviously not my characters or general story so please don't sue =] full credits to JK Rowling!!
Set after the end of book 6 and before book 7.

   “I’m joining the army.”

   The sentence hangs in the air between us and suddenly I can’t breathe. My world is crumbling before my eyes. He wants to leave. He wants to leave me. It feels like there’s a rubber band around my chest just getting tighter and tighter. I stay staring at the fire hoping he won’t see the tears in my eyes. Despite the warmth from the fire I feel cold inside. The darkness is coming closer threatening to overwhelm us.

   I take a deep breath, all too aware that he is looking at me, expecting a reaction. I turn to face him but I can’t speak. What would I say? “What if you die.”? He’d laugh and deny his mortality. I know better, dread is creeping up my spine. I open my mouth to say something, anything. No words come out. My breath catches in my throat as I look into his eyes. He’s so young. I’d never seen it before; it was hiding behind the attitude and the confidence. He’s not much more than a boy. He’s my boy and please, God I don’t want him to die.

   My lower lip trembles as I look at him and I wonder how many more times I will be able to look at him. His hair’s a mess, as usual. It curls round his ears and falls into his eyes which are a mixture of green and brown with such long delicate lashes. His skin is perfect except for the scar just beneath his right eye. It looks darker in the firelight. He smiles comfortingly at me showing where half his front tooth is missing. Maybe he knows what I’m thinking. Even if he does come home he’ll have changed. He won’t be my boy anymore. I don’t want him to change.

   I wish with all my heart and soul that we could stay here forever. Always sitting in the darkness protected by the fire, our hands entwined. But life isn’t kind to young lovers. And he’s sitting there waiting for me to speak. All I can do is lean over and wrap my arms around him and hold him like I’ll never let go.

By the way Adam if you read this I did use a bit of artistic interpretation ;)

It's dark and you can see the firelight reflected in his eyes. You lay together, side by side on the grass staring up at the stars. You grasp his hand and the rest of the world slips away. The others, your friends, laughing and joking while playing with the fire no longer exist. He holds your hand so tightly. Too tightly, fingernails digging into your skin, making you bleed. You don’t complain. The pain makes it more real somehow and you were so afraid it was all just a dream. Even though your eyes are closed you can still see the stars, he corner of your mouth pulls into a small smile and you sigh. His body shifts next to yours and your eyes fly open as he lets your hand go. Your breathing clams as you realise he hasn’t gone. He’s lying on his side one hand supporting his head as the other tangles itself in your hair. He stares deeply into your eyes desperately trying to convey feelings that he can't possibly put into words.

Well this is my first post!
I'm not 100% sure what I'm going to use this LJ for yet but i intend to post some of my bits of writing on here. Maybe a section or two from my book as teasers =] I just want feedback about my writing skills and what exactly it is people want to read at the moment!!