THE TRUTH ABOUT MOANING MYRTLE (What they don't want you to know)
Myrtle Lygon, that's my name and I hate it, but the story of how I came to be is not what I m writing about this story is how I really died, of coarse I get upset when people tease me but who doesn't, just because I m a ghost doesn't mean that I don't have feelings. Well you all know what everyone else knows about me, like how I can get upset very easily and all that crap well the reason I get so upset is because I haven't had a cigarette for 50 years, yes that's right I get pissed off because I see the Weasley twins smoking in my toilet (as no one goes into my toilets) and I can just imagine what it must be like for them especially after having double potions with Snape.
Well
I think I'll start at the beginning, it was a cold Tuesday morning and I had
woken up to Melissa Bells alarm clock (muggle one that beeps constantly)
throwing a hex over my shoulder in the general direction of the offending
clock, I turned over and tried to get back to sleep but I didn't realize that
my hex had accidentally hit Melissa so upon turning my back towards her bed I
was immune to Melissa.
"Ok,
who did that hex, my hair has turned green and I have several arms" she steamed
as she got up from her bed, in an effort to make the room once more peaceful I
half heartedly said over my shoulder.
"I
did, sorry Mel it was supposed to hit the alarm clock, I didn't have my glasses
on"
"SORRY!
That's not going to fix me is it!!" and then flouncing off she threw a couple
of curses my way.
Not
wanting to see what she had done I pulled the doona over my head but curiosity
had gotten the better of me, so wrapping the doona around me and putting my
glasses on, I walked up to the mirror.
"Oh,
shit" I said fully awake now, my hair was blue instead of black, my glasses
were bright pink (Barbie pink) and I had an extra leg.
Pulling
my wand out I fixed my legs, and turned my glasses back to their original
color, but seeing the blue hair without the other new…improvements I actually
liked it so I left it that way.
I
then made my way to the toilets (my toilet block) intending on having a smoke
before double arithmathy (why I chose that subject I'll never know)
Once
in my cubicle I sparked my cigarette, after a couple of drags I heard something,
it sounded like a boy talking in another language.
Being
the generous person I am I opened the cubical and I was just about to offer
some when….I died and I couldn't tell the headmaster what I was doing so I said
that this really bitchy Slytherin had made fun of me and I was crying in the
toilets when I heard a boy and I went out to tell him it was a girls bathroom,
I never told anyone the truth not even the Weasley twins.
There
it is the whole exciting story of me dying and if by any chance you want to
have a cigarette please use someone else's toilet block it's not fair that I m
a ghost who cant smoke and to tell you the truth I would kill for one right
now….
Well
people what did you think? Boring? Well I thought about this one when I was
having a smoke in the toilets so I figured out the truth and if the Weasley
twins don't smoke then I think J.K. is delusional because at least 50% of
teenagers smoke and they are also on drugs…. I m getting off the subject
anyway, in no way do I own any of these fictional characters although it
wouldn't be bad owning them, for one thing I'd be rich, anyway if any of my
other fics don't have disclaimers on them sorry but I don't think you would
want to sue me I don't own much besides the clothes on my back, and some cd's,
but the idea WAS mine and I can prove it unless someone already wrote something
like this then I m sorry, ANYWAY REVIEW OR BE PREPARED TO FACE THE
CONSEQUENCES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!