As far as any other person alive knew, Moaning Myrtle was nothing but a depressed ghost, who drowns herself in the middle cubicle of the girl's bathroom, even though she knows she can't die. Crying, and wondering why life punished her this way. But, what no one did know was why she was so- depressed. Many assumed it was because of her death...but really, it was much more than that. Why did the tears fall down her pale, transparent face? No one knew the real life of Moaning Myrtle. Or the real reason she cries every day...and chances are- no one will...until now. Why does she cry so often? What caused her heart to break? Let's start on the day that her horrible years began. To the day she left her house, and returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her fifth year at Hogwarts. To a time where she was happy.

Bright brown eyes snapped open as someone shook her gently. The girl's dull, sleepy eyes moved towards the person who shook her awake. "Huh?" the sleepy girl murmured softly.

"It's time to get up were leaving for Hogwarts today." Replied the voice of a young girl, her messy auburn hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, strands of hair falling into her pale face, which gave her a faintly unhealthy look.

"Just a few minutes, ok Ali?" The other girl replied, brushing raven colored hair out of her face. "We still have a few hours to leave. Besides, you kept me up all night with your snores.

"I don't snore" Ali says in a singsong voice walking out of the room, a smile forming on her light pink lips. She turned down the hallway and walked into the bathroom. "Yeah, just a few minutes." Ali said sarcastically to herself. She pulled a large cup off of the shelf in the bathroom. "This will wake her up." She grinned as she poured cold water into the cup.

A few minutes later Ali walked out of the bathroom, tiptoeing back into the bedroom. Ali bit her lip, avoiding her strong verge to burst into giggles. Waling towards the bed, she noticed that Myrtle had already fallen asleep. With slight hesitation Ali dumped the glass of cold water onto the sleeping girl. An ear splitting scream suddenly filled the small room, as Myrtle shot up from her bed, pushing away dripping wet hair. "I'm going to kill you Ali." She yelled, as Ali continued to laugh at the sight of her best friends standing there soaking wet.

"I-I'm sorry M-myrtle..." Ali said in between laughing, her face as red as a freshly picked tomato. "I-I told you to get up...B-but you wouldn't listen." Ali was now bent over in laughter.

"Oh yeah, your going to be sorry." Myrtle replied eyes narrowing, rubbing water out of her face. She grabbed her pillow and smacked Ali with it.

"Oh...your going to get it now." Ali said grabbing her pillow as she attempted to hit Myrtle with it, but she ducked quickly.

"Ali, Ali, Ali...you should know by now I'm much faster than you. Plus your technique is all wrong. You're supposed to smack with a flick of the wrist. Not by just throwing it."

"Oh, really?" Ali said, folding her arms slightly, eyes narrowing at her friend.

"Uh-huh...you know I'm the queen of pillow fights. I can't be defeated, and that's that." She said, with a slight nod.

"Well...you'll be eating those words in a few minutes."

"Oh will I-" Myrtle started, as a pillow came flying at her. The girls continued there pillow fight for almost an hour.

"Ok, ok! I surrender." Ali said laughing, as she raised her hands in the air. "The red flag is now in the air." Ali said, plopping down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Don't you mean white flag?" Myrtle asked, shaking her head as she laughed at her friend.

"White flag, red flag. Same difference." Ali said with a shug. "We, however should really get ready to leave."

"Yeah, your right. Why don't we grab some breakfast, and then we can get our stuff together." The two walked out of the room and into the kitchen. "So what do you want to eat?"

"You know…I'm not really hungry." Ali said apprehensively.

"Ali. What is wrong with you? There used to be a time when all you ever did was eat." Myrtle asked, looking at her friend bewildered. "And what's on your arm? Oh! Did I hit you to hard with the pillow?" Myrtle gestured at a large bruise on her friends arm.

"Nothing. I'm just not hungry. And this bruise is old. I ran into a wall. You know me, I'm the biggest klutz."

"But it looks fresh-"

"Seriously, it's nothing." Ali interrupted, covering the bruise with her sleeve. "I'm going to start getting my things together."