Could it be? Someone had heard her and actually came in to talk? Myrtle was still hiding out miserably in her cubicle but her heart (so to speak) soared. "HEL-" Another visitor? Myrtle heard another voice. How exciting. TWO VISITORS!

They were talking about her. The stupid little poltergeist had not bothered her. Myrtle had made sure to steer clear of him of recent. Myrtle started to float out of her cubicle. RUDE. THAT WAS RUDE. They were supposed to be talking ABOUT and TO her not about stupid boyfriends.

Myrtle burst through the cubicle door. "I'm SO sorry to interrupt your important boyfriend talk!!!! How INSENSITIVE you are talking about having friends and boyfriends when I have neither.'' Myrtle began to sob dramatically as she hovered before the girls.