Moaning Myrtle
I caught her eye for one second. One second and she was on to me. I grabbed my books and rushed out of the class, trying to catch Professor Dumbledore's calls on the homework. I pressed the books up against my chest and ran for the toilets, another break spent there. I could hear her feet, half running, followed by her two friends. I almost started crying right there and if I hadn't smashed into that nice boy in the year above me then I would have. But he stared right at me as I hit the floor, my books spilling onto the floor, my glasses coming crooked off my nose, and my cheeks turning red. His face dropped, 'Sorry, Myrtle was it?' He said apologetically, going down on one knee by my side to pick up my books, scooping up my 'History of Muggle Sightings and Seeings' with a smirk. He handed them, back to me, looking back into my eyes as I made a noise half way between a giggle and a snort, embarrassingly. He stood up, glancing down the hall to see Olive Thornby and those cows she called her friend. My mood instantly dropped as they laughed at me, my hands by my sides, frantically tying to find a purchase on the ground to push myself up on.
'Alright four eyes!' she yelled over the crowds bustling out of lessons. The boy had gone over to her and put his arms in front of her to stop her getting to me. She jumped over his shoulders, her friends calling her back, but she got in one last blow, 'I'll get you later Miserable, Moping Moaning Myrtle, you better watch it.' I burst into tears as I pulled my books back against my chest, holding defensively against me. All I could think about was her stupid face and wanting to smash it with my books when I pushed open the door to the Girl's toilets.
The circular pillar of sinks standing there, my reflection flashing up briefly as I ran into the cubicle, my eyes squinting as the explosion of light from the circular window in the back of the toilet. I threw my books onto the floor and dropped down to the seat my head collapsing into my hands. I cried for about half an hour, in between short attempts at stuffing my books into my bag, which had gotten wet from the small puddle at the base of the toilet. The light had faded slightly, the dinginess of the toilet becoming even clearer as the shine given to the rotting paint disappeared.
I cleared my eyes, lifting my glasses slightly to wipe my tears onto my sleeve, which was already wet from about thirty drags across my red face. My glasses tipped slightly and fell to the floor as I spun to catch them. I let out a low sob and reached down for them.the water on the floor making odd shapes on the lenses. I was about to stand up and pick up my bag when I heard a noise, the door had opened, I was too upset to show my tears to another girl so waited. But there were no footsteps, just an odd noise, a voice, chanting almost, by the sinks. At first it sounded like Latin, but there was a hiss on it and the words were very slurred. I listened carefully before something moved; I could hear it like heavy sliding china on the tiled floor. Over this there came the voice again, the hissing voice of a boy. A boy! I got angry, unexplainably and curiosity got the better of me. I stood up and after a good few seconds of thought, I flung the door open. I was determined to be strong and before I even saw who it was I bellowed, 'It's a GIRL'S BATHROOM SO PUSH OFF!!!' I took one look out at the bathroom, the light had gone but everything else was different. The sinks had moved outwards, I could see my reflection vaguely ahead of me in the mirror and then a huge light, my eyes widening with horror two bright slits of light, huge yellow eyes and then.
I caught her eye for one second. One second and she was on to me. I grabbed my books and rushed out of the class, trying to catch Professor Dumbledore's calls on the homework. I pressed the books up against my chest and ran for the toilets, another break spent there. I could hear her feet, half running, followed by her two friends. I almost started crying right there and if I hadn't smashed into that nice boy in the year above me then I would have. But he stared right at me as I hit the floor, my books spilling onto the floor, my glasses coming crooked off my nose, and my cheeks turning red. His face dropped, 'Sorry, Myrtle was it?' He said apologetically, going down on one knee by my side to pick up my books, scooping up my 'History of Muggle Sightings and Seeings' with a smirk. He handed them, back to me, looking back into my eyes as I made a noise half way between a giggle and a snort, embarrassingly. He stood up, glancing down the hall to see Olive Thornby and those cows she called her friend. My mood instantly dropped as they laughed at me, my hands by my sides, frantically tying to find a purchase on the ground to push myself up on.
'Alright four eyes!' she yelled over the crowds bustling out of lessons. The boy had gone over to her and put his arms in front of her to stop her getting to me. She jumped over his shoulders, her friends calling her back, but she got in one last blow, 'I'll get you later Miserable, Moping Moaning Myrtle, you better watch it.' I burst into tears as I pulled my books back against my chest, holding defensively against me. All I could think about was her stupid face and wanting to smash it with my books when I pushed open the door to the Girl's toilets.
The circular pillar of sinks standing there, my reflection flashing up briefly as I ran into the cubicle, my eyes squinting as the explosion of light from the circular window in the back of the toilet. I threw my books onto the floor and dropped down to the seat my head collapsing into my hands. I cried for about half an hour, in between short attempts at stuffing my books into my bag, which had gotten wet from the small puddle at the base of the toilet. The light had faded slightly, the dinginess of the toilet becoming even clearer as the shine given to the rotting paint disappeared.
I cleared my eyes, lifting my glasses slightly to wipe my tears onto my sleeve, which was already wet from about thirty drags across my red face. My glasses tipped slightly and fell to the floor as I spun to catch them. I let out a low sob and reached down for them.the water on the floor making odd shapes on the lenses. I was about to stand up and pick up my bag when I heard a noise, the door had opened, I was too upset to show my tears to another girl so waited. But there were no footsteps, just an odd noise, a voice, chanting almost, by the sinks. At first it sounded like Latin, but there was a hiss on it and the words were very slurred. I listened carefully before something moved; I could hear it like heavy sliding china on the tiled floor. Over this there came the voice again, the hissing voice of a boy. A boy! I got angry, unexplainably and curiosity got the better of me. I stood up and after a good few seconds of thought, I flung the door open. I was determined to be strong and before I even saw who it was I bellowed, 'It's a GIRL'S BATHROOM SO PUSH OFF!!!' I took one look out at the bathroom, the light had gone but everything else was different. The sinks had moved outwards, I could see my reflection vaguely ahead of me in the mirror and then a huge light, my eyes widening with horror two bright slits of light, huge yellow eyes and then.