Breaking away…
"No wonder you don't have any friends! What, did your mom pick those glasses out for you?" Olive sneered at Myrtle. She looked away; no way was she going to tell Olive that her mom actually did pick them out…
"No answer? Wow, so you're ugly and dumb? Wonder where you'll go in life…" Olive's friends sniggered. Myrtle's eyes traveled up to the cloudy ceiling, trying not to well up with tears. 'Why does she have to do this every day? Can't I eat just once in peace?' Myrtle wondered. She speared a piece of apple with her fork, trying to ignore the witch with a capital B sitting across from her. Olive frowned; she wasn't getting the reaction she wanted.
"So what's wrong with your parents anyway?" Olive changed tactics. "I mean, no one can be that naturally ugly. Was your mum a troll? She definitely has the fashion sense of one." Myrtle's eyes flashed with anger, and her wand was out, Myrtle half-whispering, half-screaming "Rictusempra!" Olive's eyes widened as she began to laugh hysterically. Her friends looked at Myrtle with horror. Myrtle shrugged.
"I thought you guys wanted a laugh…" Myrtle said dismissively, sitting back down. Olive's friends were talking quickly, trying to figure out the countercurse. Myrtle rolled her eyes, and speared something else with her fork, wishing she had cast a better hex. Finally, the air-heads figured it out, and Olive was left gasping. Quite a few people were staring at her, wondering what had caused her laughing fit. Myrtle stood up, and stalked out of the Hall, keeping back tears. Once out of sight, she ran up the stairs, hopping over the trick steps. Myrtle slammed the bathroom door shut, and locked herself in one of the cubicles, sobbing. She was gonna pay for that curse tomorrow, Olive and her clique would get back at her.. 'Why am I the only one here who has to deal with things like this?' Myrtle thought. It always started with her glasses, but who knew where it would end.. A strange hissing interrupted Myrtle's thoughts. Myrtle looked up, staring at the locked door. The voice hissed again, then sniffed loudly. Myrtle's eyes narrowed, was that a boy's voice? This is a girl's toilet! He had no right to be in here! Myrtle stood up and slammed the lock open, and opened her mouth to tell him to go use his own toilet. Myrtle's whole body froze. A large pair of piercing yellow eyes seemed to be floating by the sink. Suddenly, Myrtle seemed to be floating, floating away from the eyes, floating away from her body, floating away from her life…