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 Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 9:32 am
"Oop! Musn't be late on the first day!" Draconia knew all too well how Mr. Hackington liked to patrol the hallways of the Coffin Corridor and send straggling students straight to deadtention. She closed up her locker and headed to first period: Drama II.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 9:44 am
Layla finished placing her belongings in her locker and secured it, when the morning bell rang. She turned to Kai and gave him a coy smile.
"Last one to Art Class is a rotten gargoyle egg!"
And with that little friendly challenge, Layla hurried along the hall, sliding through the student bodies toward First Period Art.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 2:39 pm
Ronan checked his schedule, frowning a little as he tried to figure out how to get from where he was, to first period Dead Languages. He traced the route with a finger, nodded to himself and bid his companions a good morning as he headed off down the bustling corridor.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 3:20 pm
Hellene panicked at the sound of the bell. She didn't have time to talk to Ms. Wilhelmina Hearse now about that photography deaditor's job, but surely the journalism teacher would writer her a note. Hellene decided to risk it and zoomed down the hall over the heads of the students.
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Posted: Tue Sep 10, 2013 6:42 pm
Boy! A gremlin couldn't ask for a more perfect Chop Class partner than Gryff! No siree!
"In recognition for your service to the Monster States, I present to the two of you these medals of honor."
Lin stood proud and tall (well, as tall as he was able), side by side with his buddy Gryff, as Gillary Clinton slid the golden medals around their necks with blue ribbons.
It all started with the greatest of ideas for their mutual Chop Class (Gryff's idea of course!). Mister Igor was so proud of them and even before they started their work, gave them a A+++! What did they design?
Why, a giant Atomica mecha to save the world, of course!
When the Tentacles from the planet Groznomnom first invaded, it was thought to be the doom of all monsterkind! That is until Gryff and Lin stepped in and built the fifty foot tall project that they piloted between them and dealt a swift blow to the tentacle invaders, thus saving the world of monsters and normies a hundred kajillion times over!
After that, Gryff and he had become instant celebrities! Wherever they went, they had monsters of all ages seek out their autographs, pictures and of course, dates! Gryff was too cool to soak up this 'mainstream' adulation, so Lin took it upon himself to ease Gryff's burden from his shoulders and onto his own.
Oh the traveling was the best part! He and Gryff in their Atomica pilot chairs, sooaring the gray stormy skies over Grrmany, Scaris and Hexico! Their own personal luxury world tour!
The best part was allowing Gryff to step out of that stretch limo first and bask in all those camera flashes on the red carpet, then emerging himself, arm in arm with those uber hot werecat twins, Meowlody and Purrsephone!
Lin puffed out his chest as the twins each took one of his arms and he escorted them up towards where his hero Gryff was standing, giving an interview with Monster News network correspondent, Kate E. Goreick!
"And you Mister McGearloch?" Goreick held the microphone down to him.
"Please!" Lin protested such formality. "Call me Lin!"
Gryff gave him a 'claws up' and nodded as Kate E. smiled.
"Lin it is!" She said. "How do you feel about working with Gryff here and getting to enjoy all this? Would you do it all over again?"
"Would I save the world of monsters all over again, side by side with the greatest monster in the world?..."
"YOU BETCHA!"
Everything came to a screeching halt of silence. Lin opened the one eye he used to wink, his claw still extended for 'coolness factor' and found himself standing on top of the lab table in Chop Class he had been assigned to share with Gryff -- who just so happened to be staring at him with cool indifference.
Everyone else in class had turned around in their seats and were staring at him, eyes wide and stunned -- Mister Igor included who had been in the middle of his class safety lecture.
Lin looked around at everyone staring and gave a bright and wide watermelon grin before s-l-o-w-l-y sliding back down into his chair...
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 7:05 am
To Draconia's surprise, the first period of the day ran by as fast as Glen on a Red Ghoul Bender on roller skates. Mr. Where's second stage of Drama Class was much more down-to-brass-tacks than the first one had been, which Draconia appreciated. This was a class about learning technique and studying the masters of the craft! Draconia's ruby heart swelled with anticipation at really diving into the original works of Shakesfeare.
"And of course, I would be remiss if I did not start reminding you all on the first day of the final project - your own fully written play." Mr. Where stood on the stage of the Vampitorium and addressed the students in his arm-waving, theatrical way. Venus McFlytrap's hand shot up in the back.
"Yes, Ms. McFlytrap?"
"You mean we have to write our own ORIGINAL play?"
"Indeed. It must be at least one act and star at least 4 monsters. I expect a script of at least 20 pages. I suggest that you start formulating ideas now. As we move through the Screamester, I am hoping what you learn here will inspire you to sally forth and create wonders!"
The rest of class blurred into a misty haze after that for Draconia. Her mind was swimming with ideas. So many ideas. Too many ideas! An opportunity to create for the stage? FangTAStic! Her claws trembled a bit, the first sign of nerves. Draconia tried to put them aside. If her sister could stand in front of millions of monsters tonight for her new stalk show, surely Draconia could put together a play to be shown to a few hundred students...right?
*BRRRRRRING!*
The ringing of the bell knocked Draconia out of her reverie, and she looked around surprised to see everyone else had already gone. Chagrined, Draconia gathered up her backpack and headed out.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 7:15 am
"Aw, man!" Kai stepped into Art Class, breathless, a clear four feet behind the lovely Layla. "No fair. I ran into a zombie flash mob in the hallway! I protest my rotten gargoyle egg status!" He grinned at Layla. Their camaraderie was based around little jibes like this. The joking around was what made them friends.
Friends and ONLY friends, despite the fact that last year Layla's mother had taken a shine to Kai and attempted to hypnotize him into a marriage with her daughter. Serpia LaMia was not a monster you'd want to cross. It had taken the hijinks of all of Kai's friends to...'convince' Layla's mother that there were other werefish in the sea for Layla, who herself was not ready to be tied down in something as boring as a marriage!
Kai found a free easel and unpacked his art supplies. He surreptitiously checked his iCoffin. Good, no messages from Nero. Nero's lack of sense of direction meant that at any time Kai could get a message from him asking for a pickup in the middle of little zombietown. Even in the middle of class! Kai remembered distinctly last year when Nero was supposed to be going to Hiss-tory, somehow took a wrong turn at the Creature's Lounge and STILL managed to wind up all the way in Little Zombietown. It was like a secret skill he possessed.
Kai tapped himself a reminder on his phone really quickly.
Self note: Talk to dad about inventing some sort of blingy GPS for Nero.
He slipped the iCoffin back into his hackpack just as the ghostly visage of the art teacher, Ms. Boneatello apperated in the front of the classroom. Kai felt the twinge in the back of his head start up again...the mad little piece of him that drove him to do art.
This class was going to be so gnarly!
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 7:32 am
Nero dragged himself to first period without much enthusiasm. When he signed up for the class he was much more optimistic. With hard work and study he was convinced he could not just pass the class but do so with flying colors. Like a B or something, that would be great and make his parents happy and if they were happy maybe they'd let him drive again. It wasn't that Nero did badly in school, it's just that this one particular subject eluded him.
But it's easy to be optimistic about a thing that will happen in future, it's harder when presented with the reality. Maybe he could get a tutor that wouldn't interfear too much with his music Draconia would be great, she was patient and had a heart of gold. She had an everything of gold.
That's what he'd do, he told himself, he'd text Draconia later.
With a new found resolve he found himself a seat near the front-ish of Geo-ogrephy.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 9:03 am
He couldn't be sure if it was the early start after a sleepless night, the droning of the teachers voice, or the dryness of the subject itself but Ronan could feel his eyes drooping as the Dead Language lecture droned on and on.
He was startled by the loud ringing of the bells that indicated the end of first period, grateful; once he'd stopped his heart racing from that sudden fright; for an end to his first class of the day.
Mr Rotter wasn't nearly as charismatic a teacher as his mother had been and Ronan hoped he hadn't noticed the Selkie had almost fallen asleep. Ronan felt somewhat guilty, he hoped his next class would prove more engaging for his tired mind.
Gathering his books, he joined the other students as they shuffled toward second period.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 9:11 am
Dead Languages was such a stupid class! Atomica sat near the back and quelched a yawn sequence from her boredom subroutine. Mr. Rotter didn't even know BASIC or Binary. What came out of his mouth sounded more like someone was swinging a cat around by their tail. What was the point?! This time would be much better sent uploading lolbats images to the interweb or helping Gryff compose his newest blahg. The first day of school was SURE to be brimming with scathing reviews of everymonster that crossed Gryff's path.
"Miiz Servo!" Mr. Rotter was standing right next to her and she hadn't even noticed! "Can you repeat what I just said?"
"Um, duh, yes." Atomica rewound the audio intake in her brain and replayed it. "Miiz Servo! Can you repeat what I just said?" It rang out through her mouth in Mr. Rotter's voice. The class giggled. Mr. Rotter's eyes narrowed, making his ghoulish visage even more leathery.
"Dead Languages are about nuance, Miiz Servo. Zhey are about inflection and intonation! Zhimply replaying a recording does not make you a master of language. It makes you...a tape deck." Now there was even MORE laughter in the class. Atomica's eyes narrowed and she looked away sullenly. What an insult!
"Perhaps zhere is another student in this class who was paying attention that would like to show Miiz Servo the proper way to say the formal greeting of ancient Mesopotamia?" Rotter lurched down the stairs back towards the front of the class. Students tried to avoid his gaze...which was difficult if, say, your entire head was a giant eyeball.
"Ira? Rochelle? Did ANY monster pay attention to the first fifteen minutes of class?!" Mr. Rotter towered over the seated front row. "I can see that I vhill not be giving any passing grades in this class."
'I'll pass you,' Atomica thought, scribbling with her pencil. 'I'll pass you in a perfect spiral all the way to the moon!'
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 10:55 am
The beauty thing about the new school year was that the faculty allowed a little extra time between periods so the n00bs could find their way to their next classes without the added benefit of getting lost.
It also gave a little extra time for Gryff to send a certain gremlin out into the school courtyard to fetch him a salted moanca hexuccino from the little troll and his coffee cart. Not that Gryff had a high coffee intake mind you, heavens no! But the troll did joke he stationed his 'shop' there because Gryff and Glen were putting his kids through college.
Lin climbed up the last step, carefully holding Gryff's hexuccino in one claw, and a scare claw for himself in the other. Lin happily made his way down the hall to deliver the treat to his buddy when something caught his eye down the 'Hall With No Name'. A flashing neon sign that read;"TEST THE BRAND NEW, SUPER DUPER CRYSTAL CLEAR ICOFFIN 666!!"Lin started at the sign and practically started to drool at the thought of getting to test the latest gadgety doohicky! He hurried down the hallway, out of the sight of the rest of the student body, when there was a slight crackle of light from down the hall.
A few moments later, Lin came waltzing back into the main school corridor, claws stuffed in his pockets and whistling merrily. He passed several students en route back to the school's exit doors when a familiar voice shouted out to him..."Where's my drink, Lin!?"Lin slowly turned back around and looked at Gryff who was standing beside Atomica. Lin blinked, then frowned and shouted, "What do I look like!? Your servant!? GET IT YOURSELF!"The entire school hall came to a screeching halt! Silence reigned! Crickets chirped! All eyes stared at Lin who had just sassed Gryff! Nervous eyes twitched between Lin and Gryff when Lin nonchalantly turned back away and marched toward the doors and announced with a claw in the air."No more Monster High for me! I'm off to join the circus!"And the doors swung shut behind him, leaving a shocked student body in his wake.
Lin McGearloch had just quit Monster High!
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 12:08 pm
On his way out of class, the crowd suddenly stopped. And this wasn't for a zombie flash mob, instead, it would seem the Gremlin from the SKRM tryouts had decided he'd given up on education.
"The circus?" Ronan quirked an eyebrow and couldn't help but glance around to see if Meme was anywhere nearby.
Perhaps the little gremlin intended to take his catapulting skunk on tour, he already felt sorry for the poor animal.
Several students began to whisper to one another, while others simply shrugged and resumed their daily routine, what did they care what some Gremlin wanted to do with his life?
Ronan fell into the latter category, bemused but not particularly troubled or shocked by the news. At the back of his mind something nagged at him. He'd heard someone else mention the circus recently. He shrugged, it was probably Meme. Clown girl, circus, it made sense in his head so he put that niggling thought aside and pushed his way through the crowd, continuing to lunch with little more thought that "well that was weird".
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 12:09 pm
Atomica and Gryff had been on their way to lunch, Gryff muttering about his lack of hexaccino in his typically endearing way, when suddenly Lin had flounced up to them, told Gryff to get his own drink and then QUIT school to join the circus!
Atomica ran one diagnostic.
Then another.
And then a third. There was no way this was HACKTUALLY happening!
"Lin! Wait!!!!!" Atomica called out, but it was too late. Her diagnostic speed was too slow, and Lin was already out the doors of the coffin corridor. Atomica turned to Gryff. "What just happened?! Did I glitch out and imagine Lin leaving? OH MY GHOUL, Gryff! OH MY GHOUL!"
Atomica didn't know what to do. Sure, her and Lin squabbled like siblings, but who was going to repair her when she glitched? Who would assure her how clawesome she was after she'd lost Team Captainship to Robecca Steam? Who was going to fetch the coffincinnos for lunch?!
"Liiiiiiiiin!" Atomica held her chromed fists to the ceiling. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Atomica became acutely aware of every student in the hallways heading for the creepateria was staring at her. She looked left. She looked right. She got off of her knees and straightened her dress.
"A-hem. Just practicing for drama class."
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 2:23 pm
Meme slumped at a table in the creepateria, letting out a long sigh. "Manster, that was a tough morning.." She sat down her tray and pulled a large bottle of juice from her bag. "The sugar will perk me up!" She gulped half the bottle and started on her food. She smiled as an ice-elemental joined her at the empty table and they chatted about the new year at Monster High.
Suddenly there was a strange feeling of electricity in the air.. She shivered with oozepimples and ears picked up lots of noise from the hallways..
"..Circus?" She muttered, staring off into space. The ice-ghoul pulled a face and laughed, saying "Yes dear.. There's a circus coming to town. You're totes random." She chimed in a twinkly voice.
Meme shook her head and rubbed the hairs on the back of her neck flat. She continued to complain about the smell coming from a janitor's closet and chomped on a poisoned candy apple.
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 4:16 pm
Dashner walked into the creepiteria with his bro's that he hadn't seen in the longest time.
"Bro, what do you think that circus deal is all about?"
"I don't know, but I'm so hungry. Let's eat!" Roswell Grey ran up to the line and Dashner plus their friends followed. Food always excited Roswell.
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