It was suppose to be another ordinary day in the Normie side of town, but it wasn't. In the high school cafeteria, a fire had mysteriously started. Well, mysteriously to most of the student body. While everyone stayed to watch the fire department put out the flames, one girl ran from the scene with a bag hanging on her right shoulder and a book clutched to her chest. Even though it was still summer, she wore thick, heavy clothing.
She ran till she reached a limo waiting for her, a butler holding the door open. She quickly got in and scooted to the other side of the large car as the butler got in and closed the door. The girl glanced nervously at the butler and swallowed to wet her suddenly dry throat. "Does he already know?" she asked in a quiet, worried voice. The butler turned to her and gave her a sad smile. "What do you think?"
The girl was silent as they rode past all the houses of the town till they reached a huge house. The butler got out and held the door for the girl, who silently thanked him as she got out and walked up all the steps leading to the front door. She hunched as she walked into the dark hallway where the only light was coming from rooms where the staff were working in.
The girl kept on sinking into her clothes as she walked under the chandeliers of the halls and the occasional maid or butler passed by, only to stop for a second to stare worriedly at her or to shake their heads disapprovingly at her as she walked up a spiral staircase. When she got to the second floor, she slowed her steps as she went down one hall that lead to one door.
Still clutching her book, the girl put one hand on the door knob and breathed shakily. She opened the door and walked into an office. In front of her was a desk with the chair turned to the wall behind it. In that chair, a man was talking on the phone, nodding and saying only a few words into it. When the man turned around he looked up at the girl, said goodbye to the person on the other line, and hung up.
The girl gulped as she walked closer to the desk. "I can explain..." she started but trailed off as the man sighed at her. "Do you know what you've cost me?" the man asked. She knew but she just bowed her head to look at her thick shoes. "Thousands of dollars to a burned down cafeteria, hundreds on medical bills, and hours of mind erasing!" She flinched at the mans raised voice but stayed quiet.
The man rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You leave me no choice," he said finally. "In order for you to control your...special talents, you shall now attend Monster High on the other side of town." The girl looked up in shock. "That's unnecessary. I can control it, I just need more time." "We don't have time!" The girl flinched again as the man sighed to calm himself down.
"This is a place where you can use your gift in public, so you can remove those extra clothes." He got out of his chair, walked around his desk, behind her, and placed his hands on her shoulders as she looked down. "Understand?" The girl continued to look down but replied. "Yes...Father."
Frankie walked into the school only to see that monsters were chatting with each other trying to act causal but she felt a certain tension in the air. She spotted Cleo, Draculaura, Abbey, Lagoona, Ghoulia, and Clawdeen talking together and walked towards them. "Hey guys, what's going on?" Draculaura was the one to answer. "We're gonna have another new student!" "Another? We jus got one last week," Frankie replied as she pointed to a manster across the hall.
He was the son of the Wampus Cat. He had the fur of a mountain lion, but he had straight black hair that almost touched his shoulders. He wore an Aztec printed pullover hoodie over a grey shirt and jeans with a pair of sneakers. The only accessory he wore was a tribal bead necklace. "What was his name again?" "I think Duce said it was Will," Cleo said. The sound of tires made all the students look at the entrance.
Headmistress Bloodgood walked towards the entrance, not noticing how many monsters were staring. She passed the entrance and there was the sound of car doors opening. Muffled voices from outside could be heard as people tried to listen. But no one, not even the ghost, dared to go out and see who would come through the doors. Even Spectra didn't move.
A moment later, Bloodgood walked towards her office, followed by a Normie man and what could be his daughter. It was hard to tell because the child had pretty much her entire body covered in thick clothing, her head bowed down so low no one could see her face. The only way they knew it was a female was because she had a thin structure. Frankie wondered why she covered every part of her, even her hair under a hat or two, when it was warm out.
When a ghost had reported that they were in the office, a riot was started. "She's a Normie?!" Cleo yelled. "What's wrong with that?" Lagoona asked. "We already have Jackson Jecklly," she replied like it was the biggest problem in the world. "But he's technically a monster, too," Frankie objected. "I don't know, ghouls," Clawdeen said. "Something about her scent is wrong. And what's up with the thick stuff?" They all talked, wondering about this strange new Normie.
The next time the girls saw her was when they were by Frankie's locker before heading to lunch. She still had her head down, her face not able to see. As the others talked, Frankie decided to befriend the newbie. "Hi, I'm Frankie Stine, daughter of Frankenstein," she said cheerfully. The Normie girl gave a small squeak of surprise, not expecting someone to talk to her. Frankie noticed she was hesitant as she started to look up. When she was finally fully facing her, Frankie gasped.
Her eyes...they weren't normal. At least for a Normie. They were a color that reminded her of a prism. She bet that if the hats weren't blocking the light from her eyes, they would look shinier instead of a dull grey. She also saw prism earrings poking out from under her hat. "Hi," the girl said in a small voice. "What's your name?" "Um... My-My name.. is Prismes Elements..." Frankie looked at the girl at the thought of Elements being a last name for a Normie. "That's a pretty name," was all she said. She thought she saw a faint smile on the girl.
"It really is," Draculaura said. Prismes gave a startled shriek as she bumped into the door of her locker, which caused her to turn around sharply and franticly. "Sorry," Draculaura said. Prismes didn't say anything. She just closed her locker and headed to the Creepiteria. Frankie wanted to run to her and try to find out what that was about, but she thought better of it. But she was certain of one thing. She had saw a rainbow in her eyes when a bit of light shone on them.
Prismes walked quickly and swiftly towards the Creepiteria. She thought Farnkie was nice, but she didn't want to get attached. Every time it seems she made a friend at her other schools, something happened to cause her to leave and for their memory of her to be wiped away. So for a while she wondered what was the point of making friends.
At the lunch line, Prismes got a plate of scareghetti and meatballs, an apple, and an energy drink she had brought from home. She didn't know where to sit. She had never sat around monsters before. She finally chose an empty table at one corner of the room and walked there in silence. She knew everyone was staring at her, that's how it always started. As she made her way to the table, someone tripped her. She fell on her stomach with her plate in front of her.
She heard someone behind her laugh. She stood up and turned around, only to find a teenaged werecat that was mostly orange. "Toralei!" Someone screamed. "Aww. Did the wittle Normie trip?" Toralei said, batting her eyes and sticking her lower lip out. Prismes had dealed with this kind of stuff before. She just shrugged it off, turned around to pick up her tray-which luckily had nothing missing- and continued to walk to her table.
When she finally sat down she let out a shaky sigh and rubbed her elbows that got hurt in the fall. If there was one thing she knew about bullies, it was to never show them that they hurt you. Keep it inside, and walk it off. Soon, it would be like it didn't even hurt. Although sometimes she wished she could just cry and cry till she just couldn't make anymore tears.
As she ate, Prismes didn't look up. Not even when she heard someone sit in front of her. "Hey," a male voice said. She finally looked up, but slowly. "Hi," she said back. She knew it was her eyes that made him freeze momentarily, just like they did with Frankie. Her unnatural eye color seemed to draw a lot of attention. She took the time to look at him, an instantly knew he was the son of the Wampus Cat.
"I'm Wilson Anzac. But everyone that knows my name calls me Will. I've been here for only a week and learned quickly to avoid Toralei," he said when he recovered from his daze. "People like that don't bother me," Prismes said quietly. "What's your name?" Will asked, crossing his arms and resting them on the table, his lunch on his right side. "P-P-Prismes Elements." "Well, P-P-Prismes, welcome to MH," he said, and Prismes laughed silently.
She ate silently, listening to Will talk about the monsters he's Monster High as he quickly ate. The only thing she had left on her plate when she was done was the meatballs. Will chuckled. "Don't tell me, you're a vegan?" Prismes looked up at him quickly in shock. "W-What? No, no, no! I-I just don't feel that hungry..." Prismes noticed how Will looked at them, hungrily. She remembered how the Wampus Cat was part mountain lion and how they were carnivores. She smiled a little.
"You want them?" she asked, sliding the plate a little towards him. "Oh, no, no. I already ate." "Will... I might be a Normie and shy... But I know monsters. You can have them. I don't eat much anyway." She pushed the plate in front of him. He looked hesitant. But the smell of the still warm pieces of meat must've gotten to him, because he grabbed the plate in both hands and ate the meatballs quickly, licking any remains off the plate. When he set it down it was completely empty.
Prismes had to cover her mouth as she started to giggle at the manster. He had sauce and meatball crumbs all around his mouth and some on his cheeks. "Umm... Will?" He nodded. "You got a little something on your face," she said softly. He reached for his napkin but only got what outlined his mouth, and Prismes had to guide him to what was left, glad that her hat hid most of her face ant that they were sitting alone, because she was 100% sure that she was blushing after she felt the fur on his face while helping.
When she was done she put the napkin on her plate as she mimicked how Will had put his arms on the table. She glanced around, hoping that no one was watching them. Luckily they were busy talking and she didn't feel like they were being watched. She noticed Will leaning in to see her better, and she felt the heat rise back up to her face slowly. "W-What are you doing?" "Looking into your eyes," he said smoothly, like he had practiced the line for days.
"Remember, my mother was once part of a tribe. She had me learn the ways of their magic. And I can see things in your eyes." Prismes was sure her face was as red as the tomato sauce that was once on her lunch and then on Will's face. "You have a kind spirit. You want to help people, you feel like you aren't loved and want to be. But although you seem fine with your life, there's a bunch of sadness in your eyes. Sadness of loss. There is also fear and worry in them."
Prismes sighed. "Yeah... That's pretty much my life..." Their faces were about six inches away from each other. "I've never seen eyes like yours," Will said. "And I've never met a Wampus Cat or any other monster," she said quietly. She wanted to look down, shake her head, and pull back. She couldn't fall in love, not with her conditions. Yet... Their faces got closer. Five inches... Three inches...
The bell rang, signaling the students to get to their next class. Prismes pulled her face away and stood up, Will following her lead. She looked into his eyes one last time. They were cat eyes, yet so humane. They were a pure blue, like the ocean. She turned away, blushing fiercely. "See you later, Will..." she said so quietly she was glad he had cat hearing. "You, too. It was nice meeting you, Prismes." She looked at him one more time and smiled, before she bowed her head and weaved unnoticed through the crowd.
Will was glad the day was over. He wanted to write what happened, what he felt, down. As he put the useless books in his locker and the ones he needed for homework in his leather satchel, he saw Claud walking towards him as he closed his locker. "Hey, Will." "Hey." "Wanna come over?" "Can't. Gotta study." Claud nodded then walked off. Will sighed. He liked having friends, but he had a habit of hiding since it was in his nature.
As he walked towards the exit, he saw Prismes struggling to open her locker. He chuckled as he walked towards her. "Need a hand?" She squeaked in surprise and whirled around in fear. When she saw that it was just him, she sighed in relief, then gave him a look as she playfully slapped his arm, the looked at her thickly gloved hand, worried. "Please give me sign that you're around the next time you do that," she said to him.
"Heh, sorry," he said as he scratched the back of his head. "But, yes, actually. I do need help," Prismes said, jabbing her thumb behind her to her locker. He nodded and, with a grin, banged his elbow onto it and it swung right open. "Thanks," she said quietly. Whenever he heard her voice like that it sounded like she was singing, and it made his heart flutter. He wanted her to continue singing nonstop, but he didn't want to push her. He kind of liked her shyness as well.
He noticed that she had some earbuds on. "What are you listening to?" "Hmm? Oh, um, Taylor Myth's song 'Teardrops on My Guitar.' H-Have you heard it?" "Yeah, I know the name, but not the song." He looked at the ceiling and when he looked back down to her, Prismes was offering him one of her earbuds. "Uh.. You don't have to if you don't want to," she said silently. "It's fine," Will said, taking it and putting it in one of his ears.
He watched Prismes tap her iCoffin a few times and then Taylor Myth's voice filled his ear.
"Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be.
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about.
And she's got everything that I have to live without."
Will smiled as the song continued. It sounded so heart filled, no wonder Prismes likes it. He looked at her and noticed that she was silently singing along to it and smiled softly. She's so cute, he thought. She stopped singing for a moment and she looked at him, her prism colored eyes filled with life and her smile soft yet strong. "D-D-Do you l-l-like it?" She asked softly, still acting shy. He smiled. "I love it."
The song soon ended and Will gave her her earbud back. She took it shyly, avoiding his eyes. He watched as she got some books out of her locker and placed them into her emo pink messenger bag. She closed her locker and turned around. He suddenly realized how small she was compared to him. He was an inch smaller than Claud and Prismes was as high as his shoulders. He sort of wished he was a bit smaller so she didn't have to crane her neck to see his face.
They walked to the entrance together in silence, just wanting each other's company. When they arrived there was a black limo waiting. "I really wish my dad would just buy me a car so he didn't have to send the limo," Prismes mumbled quietly. Will looked at her in shock. "Your dad owns a limo?" She nodded slightly. "What is he? Rich?" "Please don't say that out loud!" Prismes said loudly. So loud Will's jaw opened a gap.
She now had a hand over her mouth. She looked him in the eye. Will felt himself tense. So far he had been the one to look into her eyes. Now hers were looking into his, full of pleas and begs. "I don't want people thinking I'm a spoiled rich girl or take advantage of it. P-Please, Will." He didn't know why, but Will's heart panged when he saw her like this. He nodded. "Your secret's safe with me," he said.
Prismes sighed in relief. She said good-bye to him as she ran to her ride. He watched even as the limo started to get out of sight. He sighed as he walked home.