~~Ello, HP lovers. I'm baaaaack! :D Alright, alright. I don't own Harry Potter. You've caught me. Gosh darn it. I thought it was such a good secret, too...

So, this here is a lovely little fic about our beloved --if not slightly depressed-- ghost, Moaning Myrtle. Yes, this chapter is short, but that's how I imagine it... short and quick, leaving us all floundering a bit. Hope you enjoy!~~

Run. Just run, Myrtle. They can't hurt you. Run.

This was all she could think as she tore through Hogwarts' hallways, knocking over first years and small second years. She didn't care about the fourth and fifth years looking at her like a madwoman, the sixth and seventh years shaking their heads sadly, or the teachers looking concerned and confused. All she cared about was getting away from there. She dashed to the closest escape, the laughs and snickers from the other third years echoing cruelly in her head; the second floor girls' lavatory.

She burst into the room, tears streaming down her face. "Out!" she screeched at two girls gawking at themselves in the mirror. Myrtle tore her wand from her robes and jabbed it in their direction. "Now!"

Wisely, the girls were out of the bathroom before she could utter a hex. As they ran out the door, Myrtle hurled herself into her favored wallowing stall. She broke out into sobs, and fell onto the toilet seat, leaning her head on her knees as she did. "Olive Hornby. Is. Going. To pay." She promised anyone who was listening between ragged breaths.

A noise made her head snap up. If those girls had the nerve to come back here— her thought was interrupted by the noise repeating. ...Whispering? Why would anyone bother whispering? I'm the only one here, and no one gives a bloody damn what I hear... She heard it again. I—it's a boy. A boy came into the girls' bathroom? I bet Olive sent one of her little boyfriends in here! I'll teach him to mess with me....

With revenge in mind, she shoved off of the toilet and pushed the door open noisily. "You listen here, you big git, you get the—" Yellow eyes.

Myrtle froze on the spot, falling onto the cold, tile floor. Darkness.

~~......DUN DUN DUUUUUN! (-- That was my creepy piano-playing, by the way. Hope you actually get what I'm talking about...)

Soooo? I must know what you all think! Want the coveted first-reviewer-virtual-cookie-that-you-can't-really-eat-but-gives-you-a-sort-of-strange-satisfaction...-cookie-thingy? Of course you do! Well, that means you have to review! And, though smiley faces are nice, please add a word or two in there... not only :]. Thanks kids ;]

I'll be adding more, don't worry your pretty little heads. I won't leave you hanging with a dead Myrtle and yellow eyes. There will be a few more chapters. You can breathe again, now.

*sings* I know, she knows, that I'm not fond of asking, true or false, it may be, but she's still out to get me... Quick, what song is that!? First one who gets it right is completely awesome and .... I'm not sure. I'm bad with rewards. Tell me what you want xD No cheating though! Googling it is cheating!

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Love and huggies for ever and ever and ever and...

Rach xo~~