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Spectra Vondergeist's Diary
The 18th of September,
I finally get my own column in the school paper. I already have THE blog that's on every gossip ghouls must read list but any body can get a blog these days. Being in print gives me instant credibility however, not that I didn't have it before...so obvious. Anyway the column is an anonymous advice/MH insider feature called Oh My Oracle. Why anonymous? Well if I used my real name I would never get anything done in class because monsters would constantly be asking my advice and if I'm pursuing a bigger story I might need some monster to cover the column and I wouldn't want my name associated with any bad advice that might be given in my absence. My suggestion box is already full of questions from monsters who need a little help negotiating teen monster life. It's also overrun with spam. Apparently some monster thought it would be funny to sign me up for information on time share crypts and no I do not want to vacation in a "lovely little mausoleum overlooking the Great Dismal Swamp" DELETE! My first real question was this one:
Dear OMO
I've been seeing this really cute troll for a while now but he only wants to hang out under his bridge. How can I convince him that there are other places we could go that would be just as much fun?
Signed,
A Ghoulfriend Gruff
Dear Ghoulfriend Gruff
I'm glad to know that he's cute cause you're going to be spending a lot of time underneath that bridge. It's like my grandmother used to say, "Don't date trolls." Hope this helps.
All the beast,
OMO
The 26th of September,
Sometimes I think the only creature in the world who really understands me at all is Rhuen. She's so clever at finding the secret places that other monsters don't notice or have forgotten; especially at Monster High. She can be a bit mischievous at times and doesn't always come when I call, but I absolutely reject the notion that every trail of chaos leads to Rhuen.
The 7th of October,
I was just floating along today minding my own business, like I normally do, when I happened to see Deuce and Lady Twangs-a-lot...I mean Operetta... furtively slip into the empty band room. As a reporter I was intrigued, as a student I need to get to class that happened to be on the other side of band room and as a ghost, a door is not required to enter a room. As I passed through the wall into the room I heard sir hiss reading love poetry. The part I happened to hear sounded sincere...sincerely terrible. Not wanting to be late I didn't stay for the whole conversation, just long enough to realize I had the scoop of the year! DEUCE DUMPS CLEO FOR OPERETTA!!! Naturally I went straight to Cleo to get her take on the story since that's what a responsible reporter should do in a situation of this gravity. I asked her if she felt such a betrayal was a long time in coming after what she had done to Clawd and if she would be willing to sit down and give me an exclusive interview regarding the situation. I had trouble understanding her response since she reverted to Ancient Egyptian, which I am a bit shaky in, but I think I caught the word "kiss" followed by "cobra", "adder", or some other type of poisonous snake, followed by what might have been "depart" "hammer," and or "sand". I was immediately persecuted for my investigative efforts and was set upon by that ruffian Clawd. I don't know what his problem was since it's obvious he and Cleo are getting back together. Fortunately the whole school rallied to my side and our Headmistress called into question the leadership skills of our "BMOC".
I am going to address this incident in tomorrow's column.
The 8th of October,
Oh My Oracle!
News item!
The big bad wolf was out huffing and puffing yesterday. What prompted this full moon freak out? It would be improper to speculate but could it be possible that tall, dark and intermittently furry is still smarting over being dumped by his little wrapped riding hood? It's a known fact he's been chasing his tail for some time over that mark on his alpha status. Maybe. He. Just. Snapped. Monster High may never know but "you know who" will, as always, keep digging for the story even if it's supposed to be dead and buried.
The 12th of October,
Our esteemed Headmistress wants every student to write an essay on their monster heritage...right. She obviously doesn't want to know the real stories behind the students at Monster High or she would have just asked me since I have the real scoop on all of them. I offered to compile all my notes for publishing but she told me that each monster should have a chance to tell their own story. Whatever. I've already read through most of the essays that have been turned in - they were right on her desk in plain sight so it was obvious, to me at least, that she had left them there for me to find. They run the gamut from boring to deadly boring. I suppose that I shall have to do mine now or it's unlikely that any monster will want to read what is sure to be a wretchedly long haunt down monster memory lane. I come from royalty of course, my father was next in line for the throne of a large and powerful kingdom but my jealous uncle plotted against him and we had to go into exile. Sadly my father and mother were forced to take jobs far below their station in life to support us. It's all quite tragic of course and I'm still debating if I should add in the part about my long lost love who still haunts our ancestral castle awaiting my return; or my family's daring escape across enemy territory in the dead of night during the storm of the century.
The 20th of October,
I never understood why so many monsters held Ghoulia in such high esteem I mean she's a zombie for groaning out loud. Hello? Can you say lowest rung on the monster ladder? What is it about her? Does she have some kind of special power? Has she cast some spell over everyone? I needed to know. So today I followed her because as an investigative journalist it's part of my job to find the real truth. You'd think it would be easy seeing as how she's so slow but several times she managed to give me the slip. Other than studying and hanging out with Cleo and the Fear Squad posers I couldn't find anything remotely remarkable about her. I thought about just giving up until she wandered down a back passage in the library to a room that I thought only I knew about. It's where they keep the really old reference books and stuff. I was sure she was just hiding out so she could read that stupid Dead Fast comic book she's always carrying around but she wasn't. She was looking through old newspapers. I don't know how she knew I was there since I was hiding in the shadows but she pulled out the chair next to her, looked straight at me and patted the seat for me to sit down. I was so startled that I just floated over and sat down. The headline of the paper in front of her read "The Real Vondergeists" It was my family's story...I had forgotten... Oh my soul. I must have broken down because the next thing I knew Ghoulia was patting me on the back and I was soaking her shoulder with ectoplasmic tears. I couldn't stop for a while and when I did Ghoulia just looked me in the eye and said in zombie, "Your secret is safe with me." I guess now I understand.
Clawd Wolf's School's Out Diary
September 18th,
I don't think I've ever been hit in a game as hard as I got hit last night and oh monster was I sore this morning. We won the game which makes the pain a little more bearable. The worst part was I saw the hit coming and I had to stand there and take it. The play 13 Weak Bootleg Goblin-I made a perfect fake and rolled right which fooled everybody on the defense except the ogre playing outside linebacker who hit me as soon as the pass left my hand. Not only did he hit me, he down into the turf and landed on top of me. The only thing worse than the hit was the ogre stink that came with it. When I say stink I mean he smelled like the inside of a rubber boot filled with stinky cheese and raw fish that had been left in the trunk of a black car during the hottest week of summer. I'm sure I probably notice it more being a werewolf because of my enhanced sense of smell but I honestly think ogres must turn up their scent glands for games. I couldn't even see how the play turned out because he's laying on top of me yelling "How'd you like that wolf boy?" Then I hear the crowd going crazy and I just said, "Scoreboard." Funny how the pain goes away, at the least momentarily, when you complete a big play. Of course on the field you never want to let another monster know they hurt you... just like real life.
September 21st,
Rockseena chewed up a pair of Clawdeen's shoes. Clawdeen accused Howleen, in Clawdeen's defense it did kind of look like Howleen's work, and I had to break up the fight and fork over some cash so Clawdeen could replace them. There goes my money for the month. Why are girl's shoes so howling expensive?
October 1st,
I went to the furmatologist to see if he could do something about my shedding problem, which seems to be getting worse lately. It's so screeching embarrassing I don't even want to wear short sleeve shirts any more. Of course being a werewolf means it grows as fast as it falls out so I've got an endless supply. I'm like a hairy snow globe. Anyway, I wish I could say that I walked away with solution, cream, pill or heroic quest that would allow me to finally leave the house without a lint brush but that didn't happen. The doctor said that some werewolves are genetically afflicted with this and that there is no cure. He gave me some ideas how to manage the condition and a pamphlet about a support group. I was like, "A support group?"Come on monster, give me a break. The last thing I want to do is spend an evening hanging out in some back room at a community center listening to werewolves howl about fur loss. I've just got to monster up and deal with it. What I wouldn't give to switch problems with Clawdeen.
October 7th,
Somebody at Monster High is trying to reopen old tombs regarding Cleo's past relationship with me and by "somebody" I mean Spectra Vondergeist. I probably should have ignored it but I didn't. I found her and told her to knock it off since she didn't know what she was talking about, she called me a dumb jock, I called her a lying phantom and she wailed a path across the school protesting her innocence and demanding an apology. We both ended up in the Headmistress's office where I was lectured about the "responsibility of being an example to younger monster who look up to me." She told Spectra to stop involving the whole school whenever she has a problem and that almost caused her to go off again but she managed to keep it together, I known every monster wants to know what happened but it's really none of their business.
October 12th,
HH Bloodgood has decided that every monster in school has to write an essay on our haunted heritage. She wants to put them all in a big book and pass it out to the students at the end of the year. In her words this will "better help you to understand yourselves and your fellow monsters." I'm not so sure about the "understand yourselves" part but it might be interesting to read about my "fellow monsters". I need to ask dad and mom how much information I'm allowed to give since there are some things we don't talk about outside the pack. Our history is written in the Valde Lupus Libri and even within the book there are sections I'm not allowed to read until I have a pack of my own. One of those sections tells what happened to cause the bad blood between werewolves and vampire. I asked dad about it one time he just gave me "the look" so I let it go. I can probably write about the thing ever monster already knows; like how during the full moon our senses get sharper while strength and speed doubles or how we're allergic to sliver and wolf's bane. We're not undead so we don't live forever, but 440+ years isn't just a drop in the coffin either. I guess I could also put down where we're from and how our original alpha became a werewolf but I definitely need to get permission before giving out that kind of info.
October 18th,
The stink from my confrontation with Spectra continues to linger and today I had to stop Clawdeen from going after Cleo because Clawdeen still thinks Cleo dumped me for Deuce and broke my heart. That's not how it happened so I told Clawdeen the real story. When Cleo and I first started going out I had just been voted captain of the football team and Cleo had taken over her sister Nefera's spot as captain of the fear squad. I was he BMOC -Big Monster on Campus and she was Her Royal Hawtness, it was like living in the perfect nightmare. Even then I think we were enjoying the attention more than the relationship. We were friends, still are in fact, but the spark just wasn't there. There was a spark between her and Deuce though. You couldn't help but see it when they were around each other. I confess I was a little jealous but I soon got over that as our perfect nightmare suddenly came to an end. My wake up call came in the form of a season where we lost every game but one and I completed more passes to the other team than I did my own. For Cleo, it was thinking she could just pick up her sister's pom poms and not miss a fear except she was so bossy half the team quit and the half that stayed just did their own thing. We probably would have broken up then but the thought of adding any more drama to what was already going on was too much to think about. So we stayed together and kind of leaned on each other through it all. Eventually I started to make better decisions on the field and Cleo learned that leadership involved more than barking orders. So on the night before the last game of the year we decided to break up. Cleo told me that she knew Deuce wanted to ask her out but didn't dare because she was still dating me and that she wouldn't say yes for the same reason. That was that, except Cleo wanted to be able to tell everyone that she broke it off because she didn't want anyone thinking that the captain of the fear squad got dumped. I told her I wouldn't lie about what happened but I wouldn't say anything to contradict it either. Looking back I think it was dumb on her part to care so much about social status and it was equally dumb on my part to be "heroic" about it. When I finished, Clawdeen called me a monster jerk, punched me in the arm and then gave me a hug. Girls are so weird.
October 25th,
I've got a pretty big test in Biteology coming soon and since it's impossible to find a quite spot in our house I went to the library to study. I finished up there and just as I was leaving a storm blew in and it started raining. The temperature came down with the rain and by the time I got to my car I could already see my breath. On the way home my sweet fang started to howl so I stopped at this coffee place and grabbed a large coffinccino with whip cream cause, you know, that's what I like. I got about a half mile down the road when I couldn't find my iCoffin so I pulled over to see if it had fallen in between the seats. As I was looking for it I happened to glance across the street and saw this freaky cute monster standing on sidewalk. It was raining pretty hard by then and I couldn't quite make out her face. I rolled down the window just as the wind changed direction and for a brief moment and I caught the scent of nightshade and lilac shampoo. Draculaura? I got out and yelled her name. She looked up and I said to myself "Oh monster, what's she doing out in this weather without a coat or umbrella?" Good thing dad always keeps one of his "eventuality" kits in his car with everything a monster might need in an emergency, including one of those compact umbrellas. I grabbed it and ran across the street to where Draculaura was standing. Ordinarily I would have cracked some kind of joke but she looked so miserable I just opened the umbrella and helped her back to the car. Once we got in I handed her the coffinccino and turned up the heater. We sat there for a moment with the car running and I asked her if she wanted me to take her home. She nodded and I drove her back to her house. They don't have a covered drive so I walked her up to the door and made sure she got in. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and darted inside before I could say anything which is a good thing because I felt like I'd been hit by that ogre again only all I could smell this time was nightshade and lilacs. After I got home mom asked me where I'd been. When I told her the library she just looked at me and said, "If you say so." I thought that was weird until I caught my reflection in the hall mirror and saw a perfect imprint of lips in Draculaura red.
I don't think I've ever been hit in a game as hard as I got hit last night and oh monster was I sore this morning. We won the game which makes the pain a little more bearable. The worst part was I saw the hit coming and I had to stand there and take it. The play 13 Weak Bootleg Goblin-I made a perfect fake and rolled right which fooled everybody on the defense except the ogre playing outside linebacker who hit me as soon as the pass left my hand. Not only did he hit me, he down into the turf and landed on top of me. The only thing worse than the hit was the ogre stink that came with it. When I say stink I mean he smelled like the inside of a rubber boot filled with stinky cheese and raw fish that had been left in the trunk of a black car during the hottest week of summer. I'm sure I probably notice it more being a werewolf because of my enhanced sense of smell but I honestly think ogres must turn up their scent glands for games. I couldn't even see how the play turned out because he's laying on top of me yelling "How'd you like that wolf boy?" Then I hear the crowd going crazy and I just said, "Scoreboard." Funny how the pain goes away, at the least momentarily, when you complete a big play. Of course on the field you never want to let another monster know they hurt you... just like real life.
September 21st,
Rockseena chewed up a pair of Clawdeen's shoes. Clawdeen accused Howleen, in Clawdeen's defense it did kind of look like Howleen's work, and I had to break up the fight and fork over some cash so Clawdeen could replace them. There goes my money for the month. Why are girl's shoes so howling expensive?
October 1st,
I went to the furmatologist to see if he could do something about my shedding problem, which seems to be getting worse lately. It's so screeching embarrassing I don't even want to wear short sleeve shirts any more. Of course being a werewolf means it grows as fast as it falls out so I've got an endless supply. I'm like a hairy snow globe. Anyway, I wish I could say that I walked away with solution, cream, pill or heroic quest that would allow me to finally leave the house without a lint brush but that didn't happen. The doctor said that some werewolves are genetically afflicted with this and that there is no cure. He gave me some ideas how to manage the condition and a pamphlet about a support group. I was like, "A support group?"Come on monster, give me a break. The last thing I want to do is spend an evening hanging out in some back room at a community center listening to werewolves howl about fur loss. I've just got to monster up and deal with it. What I wouldn't give to switch problems with Clawdeen.
October 7th,
Somebody at Monster High is trying to reopen old tombs regarding Cleo's past relationship with me and by "somebody" I mean Spectra Vondergeist. I probably should have ignored it but I didn't. I found her and told her to knock it off since she didn't know what she was talking about, she called me a dumb jock, I called her a lying phantom and she wailed a path across the school protesting her innocence and demanding an apology. We both ended up in the Headmistress's office where I was lectured about the "responsibility of being an example to younger monster who look up to me." She told Spectra to stop involving the whole school whenever she has a problem and that almost caused her to go off again but she managed to keep it together, I known every monster wants to know what happened but it's really none of their business.
October 12th,
HH Bloodgood has decided that every monster in school has to write an essay on our haunted heritage. She wants to put them all in a big book and pass it out to the students at the end of the year. In her words this will "better help you to understand yourselves and your fellow monsters." I'm not so sure about the "understand yourselves" part but it might be interesting to read about my "fellow monsters". I need to ask dad and mom how much information I'm allowed to give since there are some things we don't talk about outside the pack. Our history is written in the Valde Lupus Libri and even within the book there are sections I'm not allowed to read until I have a pack of my own. One of those sections tells what happened to cause the bad blood between werewolves and vampire. I asked dad about it one time he just gave me "the look" so I let it go. I can probably write about the thing ever monster already knows; like how during the full moon our senses get sharper while strength and speed doubles or how we're allergic to sliver and wolf's bane. We're not undead so we don't live forever, but 440+ years isn't just a drop in the coffin either. I guess I could also put down where we're from and how our original alpha became a werewolf but I definitely need to get permission before giving out that kind of info.
October 18th,
The stink from my confrontation with Spectra continues to linger and today I had to stop Clawdeen from going after Cleo because Clawdeen still thinks Cleo dumped me for Deuce and broke my heart. That's not how it happened so I told Clawdeen the real story. When Cleo and I first started going out I had just been voted captain of the football team and Cleo had taken over her sister Nefera's spot as captain of the fear squad. I was he BMOC -Big Monster on Campus and she was Her Royal Hawtness, it was like living in the perfect nightmare. Even then I think we were enjoying the attention more than the relationship. We were friends, still are in fact, but the spark just wasn't there. There was a spark between her and Deuce though. You couldn't help but see it when they were around each other. I confess I was a little jealous but I soon got over that as our perfect nightmare suddenly came to an end. My wake up call came in the form of a season where we lost every game but one and I completed more passes to the other team than I did my own. For Cleo, it was thinking she could just pick up her sister's pom poms and not miss a fear except she was so bossy half the team quit and the half that stayed just did their own thing. We probably would have broken up then but the thought of adding any more drama to what was already going on was too much to think about. So we stayed together and kind of leaned on each other through it all. Eventually I started to make better decisions on the field and Cleo learned that leadership involved more than barking orders. So on the night before the last game of the year we decided to break up. Cleo told me that she knew Deuce wanted to ask her out but didn't dare because she was still dating me and that she wouldn't say yes for the same reason. That was that, except Cleo wanted to be able to tell everyone that she broke it off because she didn't want anyone thinking that the captain of the fear squad got dumped. I told her I wouldn't lie about what happened but I wouldn't say anything to contradict it either. Looking back I think it was dumb on her part to care so much about social status and it was equally dumb on my part to be "heroic" about it. When I finished, Clawdeen called me a monster jerk, punched me in the arm and then gave me a hug. Girls are so weird.
October 25th,
I've got a pretty big test in Biteology coming soon and since it's impossible to find a quite spot in our house I went to the library to study. I finished up there and just as I was leaving a storm blew in and it started raining. The temperature came down with the rain and by the time I got to my car I could already see my breath. On the way home my sweet fang started to howl so I stopped at this coffee place and grabbed a large coffinccino with whip cream cause, you know, that's what I like. I got about a half mile down the road when I couldn't find my iCoffin so I pulled over to see if it had fallen in between the seats. As I was looking for it I happened to glance across the street and saw this freaky cute monster standing on sidewalk. It was raining pretty hard by then and I couldn't quite make out her face. I rolled down the window just as the wind changed direction and for a brief moment and I caught the scent of nightshade and lilac shampoo. Draculaura? I got out and yelled her name. She looked up and I said to myself "Oh monster, what's she doing out in this weather without a coat or umbrella?" Good thing dad always keeps one of his "eventuality" kits in his car with everything a monster might need in an emergency, including one of those compact umbrellas. I grabbed it and ran across the street to where Draculaura was standing. Ordinarily I would have cracked some kind of joke but she looked so miserable I just opened the umbrella and helped her back to the car. Once we got in I handed her the coffinccino and turned up the heater. We sat there for a moment with the car running and I asked her if she wanted me to take her home. She nodded and I drove her back to her house. They don't have a covered drive so I walked her up to the door and made sure she got in. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and darted inside before I could say anything which is a good thing because I felt like I'd been hit by that ogre again only all I could smell this time was nightshade and lilacs. After I got home mom asked me where I'd been. When I told her the library she just looked at me and said, "If you say so." I thought that was weird until I caught my reflection in the hall mirror and saw a perfect imprint of lips in Draculaura red.
Draculaura's School's Out Diary
Note to self,
when looking for a midnight snack -
Do not open Dad's side of the fridge!
Honestly, I think some of his takeout has been in there for weeks.
15 September,
I "broke up" with Jackson Jekyll today...not that we were ever really dating I mean officially, which would have been nice but every time he would ask me out he would totally pull the invisible boy act on me and now show up. Or call. The next day he was always very sweet and apologetic but he could never remember why he forgot our date. I guess the final nail in the coffin was when he didn't meet me at this party and I totally felt like a one tombstone graveyard. I ended up dancing with this scary hot DJ named Holt Hyde who acted like he knew me although I'm pretty sure that we hadn't met before. Jackson and I are still friends but sometimes that's just how the tombstone crumbles.
25 September,
Went to the beach with Frankie, Clawdeen and Clawd to watch Lagoona surf. It was a beautiful day, which meant I had to break out the sunscreen although the stuff I have to use is more like sunwall. It's so thick it's like being coated in honey and it's like a sand magnet so I pretty much have to stay on a blanket the whole time or I end up looking like a sand sculpture. Oh well, it's worth the annoyance to get to spend the day at the beach.
30 September,
I stayed up late reading a new novel about a forbidden romance between a werewolf girl and a vampire boy...like that would ever happen...but it's so sweet and tragic I couldn't put it down. Of course I slept through my alarm and was almost late for school, which meant my makeup was a mess because I couldn't take my time putting it on. Luckily, Ghoulia saw me before anyone else did and she helped me straighten it out so I didn't walk into my first class looking like an undead clown... not that there's anything wrong with that.
1 October,
I took one of those quizzes to see what kind of creature I am - I think all the teen monster mags have them now - which seems kind of strange since like I already know. Anyway, the quiz had questions like: What is your favorite haunt? What is your favorite food? Would you rather be dead or undead? Do you run, shamble, fly or ooze? So after I answered all the questions I turned to the back to read:
Congratulations! You are a Woodland Nymph! You are kind, gentle and love sunshine and nature. You probably make your home in a tree where you enjoy the company of many woodland animals that you would never scare or eat.
I wonder if I should share this with father?
LOL...maybe not (smiley face with fangs)
7 October,
Clawd and Spectra had a monster argument today and it created such a fuss that both of them got called into Headmistress Bloodgood's office. I don't think I've ever seen Clawd so angry or Spectra so self-righteous but neither of them would talk about it when they came out of HHB's office - not even to me! Clawdeen thinks it has something to do with Cleo and Clawd but I totally don't understand how she made that connection. Now Clawdeen is mad at Cleo. Again. This is really sad since it seemed like they were starting to actually tolerate each other.
12 October,
I know a lot of monsters are not excited about having to write an essay on our monster heritage but I think it's creeperifically cool! First of all, I'm writing a screenplay about my un-life and I think this will really help the third act and secondly because it gives me the opportunity to set the record straight about a couple of things. Beginning with the fact that my father is much older than any monster realizes. I mean he was already a vampire back when togas were first considered fashionable... soooo glad father doesn't wear one anymore. Then there was that whole identity thief calamity that happened when we rented our castle in Transylvania to a total con-monster who went around pretending to be father. Now I have to carry a copy of my death certificate to prove that I really am as old as I say I am cause some monsters think I must be related that loser. Unfortunately for the imposter his bats came home to roost and not in a good way either. The rest of the story, like how father took in me and my mother when no one else would and why I'm a vegan vampire I'm going to save for the screenplay which I would like to film in pink and white. How scary cool would that be?
16 October,
In the span of 3 days Clawdeen missed a test in Mad Science, a school dance and a buy one get one shoe sale at the Maul. Frankie and I knew something had to be wrong but Clawdeen wouldn't answer our texts or emails. Finally Clawd showed us a picture he took of Clawdeen with his iCoffin. Her hair... it was... not of this world. Clawd said she couldn't fix it and had to "ctrl+alt+delete her new 'do" with a pair of electric clippers. He said she was so depressed that she turned all her mirrors toward the wall and wasn't even growling at Howleen for borrowing her clothes. I suggested we shave our heads too but then Frankie reminded me how fast Clawdeen's hair grows and that we'd be bald a lot longer than she would so she came up with the idea of going to the Maul and buying Clawdeen a fierce fashionista scare package to cheer her up instead and that's just what we did. Of course we bought some things for ourselves too :)
25 October,
I was supposed to hang out with the ghouls last night but I didn't. I tried to explain what happened to Clawdeen but I couldn't. She was annoyed with me cause I always tell her everything. She thinks I'm keeping a secret from her which I guess I sort of am but I'm not sure I want to tell anybody about it yet. So I wrote this poem to describe what happened. I don't know why it's easier for me to express emotions in verse but sometimes it just is. I read it to Count Fabulous who usually leaves the room when I get too sappy but this time he flew down and gave me a little bat hug when I was finished.
Onefall autumn night I took a walk jaunt
to meet some friends at a familiar haunt
The sky above wasvery starry bright
and there seemed to me not a cloud in sight
So off I wentwithout sans umbrella or coat
although what I probably needed was a boat
Cause the cloudscame rolled in with a dragon's roar
and shortly thereafter it began to pour
Not a pleasant rain, good for plant and flower
but a driving, unfriendly,cold hard icy shower
Now I was halfway between home and there
my makeup wasrunning ruined and so was my hair
With no shelter in sight or a way to get dry
I put myhead face in my hands and started to cry
When out of theshower rain a voice broke through,
"Hey D it's me Clawd, hey D is that you?"
As I blinked through the tears and rain I could see
Clawdeen's brother Clawd, waving at me
Across four lanes of traffic bravely he dashed
with umbrella in hand to my side he flashed
Heled helped me back to his car warm and dry
said not a word till I'd finished my cry
"Here's a hot coffinccino whip cream no foam,
it'll warm you right up while I drive you home."
From the car he walked me up to my door
protecting me still from the storm's down pour
As he turned to leave I placed a kiss on his cheek
then I ran inside before he could speak.
And while I watched his car disappear from sight
I felt somethinghappen change for me that night
No longer did I see him as just my best friend's brother
that night, to me, he became something other.
The great thing about poetry is that it doesn't have to be epic to express how you feel. Now I have to wonder, "Does he feel the same?"
when looking for a midnight snack -
Do not open Dad's side of the fridge!
Honestly, I think some of his takeout has been in there for weeks.
15 September,
I "broke up" with Jackson Jekyll today...not that we were ever really dating I mean officially, which would have been nice but every time he would ask me out he would totally pull the invisible boy act on me and now show up. Or call. The next day he was always very sweet and apologetic but he could never remember why he forgot our date. I guess the final nail in the coffin was when he didn't meet me at this party and I totally felt like a one tombstone graveyard. I ended up dancing with this scary hot DJ named Holt Hyde who acted like he knew me although I'm pretty sure that we hadn't met before. Jackson and I are still friends but sometimes that's just how the tombstone crumbles.
25 September,
Went to the beach with Frankie, Clawdeen and Clawd to watch Lagoona surf. It was a beautiful day, which meant I had to break out the sunscreen although the stuff I have to use is more like sunwall. It's so thick it's like being coated in honey and it's like a sand magnet so I pretty much have to stay on a blanket the whole time or I end up looking like a sand sculpture. Oh well, it's worth the annoyance to get to spend the day at the beach.
30 September,
I stayed up late reading a new novel about a forbidden romance between a werewolf girl and a vampire boy...like that would ever happen...but it's so sweet and tragic I couldn't put it down. Of course I slept through my alarm and was almost late for school, which meant my makeup was a mess because I couldn't take my time putting it on. Luckily, Ghoulia saw me before anyone else did and she helped me straighten it out so I didn't walk into my first class looking like an undead clown... not that there's anything wrong with that.
1 October,
I took one of those quizzes to see what kind of creature I am - I think all the teen monster mags have them now - which seems kind of strange since like I already know. Anyway, the quiz had questions like: What is your favorite haunt? What is your favorite food? Would you rather be dead or undead? Do you run, shamble, fly or ooze? So after I answered all the questions I turned to the back to read:
Congratulations! You are a Woodland Nymph! You are kind, gentle and love sunshine and nature. You probably make your home in a tree where you enjoy the company of many woodland animals that you would never scare or eat.
I wonder if I should share this with father?
LOL...maybe not (smiley face with fangs) 7 October,
Clawd and Spectra had a monster argument today and it created such a fuss that both of them got called into Headmistress Bloodgood's office. I don't think I've ever seen Clawd so angry or Spectra so self-righteous but neither of them would talk about it when they came out of HHB's office - not even to me! Clawdeen thinks it has something to do with Cleo and Clawd but I totally don't understand how she made that connection. Now Clawdeen is mad at Cleo. Again. This is really sad since it seemed like they were starting to actually tolerate each other.
12 October,
I know a lot of monsters are not excited about having to write an essay on our monster heritage but I think it's creeperifically cool! First of all, I'm writing a screenplay about my un-life and I think this will really help the third act and secondly because it gives me the opportunity to set the record straight about a couple of things. Beginning with the fact that my father is much older than any monster realizes. I mean he was already a vampire back when togas were first considered fashionable... soooo glad father doesn't wear one anymore. Then there was that whole identity thief calamity that happened when we rented our castle in Transylvania to a total con-monster who went around pretending to be father. Now I have to carry a copy of my death certificate to prove that I really am as old as I say I am cause some monsters think I must be related that loser. Unfortunately for the imposter his bats came home to roost and not in a good way either. The rest of the story, like how father took in me and my mother when no one else would and why I'm a vegan vampire I'm going to save for the screenplay which I would like to film in pink and white. How scary cool would that be?
16 October,
In the span of 3 days Clawdeen missed a test in Mad Science, a school dance and a buy one get one shoe sale at the Maul. Frankie and I knew something had to be wrong but Clawdeen wouldn't answer our texts or emails. Finally Clawd showed us a picture he took of Clawdeen with his iCoffin. Her hair... it was... not of this world. Clawd said she couldn't fix it and had to "ctrl+alt+delete her new 'do" with a pair of electric clippers. He said she was so depressed that she turned all her mirrors toward the wall and wasn't even growling at Howleen for borrowing her clothes. I suggested we shave our heads too but then Frankie reminded me how fast Clawdeen's hair grows and that we'd be bald a lot longer than she would so she came up with the idea of going to the Maul and buying Clawdeen a fierce fashionista scare package to cheer her up instead and that's just what we did. Of course we bought some things for ourselves too :)
25 October,
I was supposed to hang out with the ghouls last night but I didn't. I tried to explain what happened to Clawdeen but I couldn't. She was annoyed with me cause I always tell her everything. She thinks I'm keeping a secret from her which I guess I sort of am but I'm not sure I want to tell anybody about it yet. So I wrote this poem to describe what happened. I don't know why it's easier for me to express emotions in verse but sometimes it just is. I read it to Count Fabulous who usually leaves the room when I get too sappy but this time he flew down and gave me a little bat hug when I was finished.
One
to meet some friends at a familiar haunt
The sky above was
and there seemed to me not a cloud in sight
So off I went
although what I probably needed was a boat
Cause the clouds
and shortly thereafter it began to pour
Not a pleasant rain, good for plant and flower
but a driving, unfriendly,
Now I was halfway between home and there
my makeup was
With no shelter in sight or a way to get dry
I put my
When out of the
"Hey D it's me Clawd, hey D is that you?"
As I blinked through the tears and rain I could see
Clawdeen's brother Clawd, waving at me
Across four lanes of traffic bravely he dashed
with umbrella in hand to my side he flashed
He
said not a word till I'd finished my cry
"Here's a hot coffinccino whip cream no foam,
it'll warm you right up while I drive you home."
From the car he walked me up to my door
protecting me still from the storm's down pour
As he turned to leave I placed a kiss on his cheek
then I ran inside before he could speak.
And while I watched his car disappear from sight
I felt something
No longer did I see him as just my best friend's brother
that night, to me, he became something other.
The great thing about poetry is that it doesn't have to be epic to express how you feel. Now I have to wonder, "Does he feel the same?"
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Monster High Toralie and Nefera!
As you watched in the last videos, Toralie and Nefera will be released next year!
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