Monday:

I've decided to use this empty journal to chronicle my new high school life. I mean, I'm starting fresh at a new school and I think writing all about it sounded like a pretty good idea. However, there are still many worries I have in my head that I can't seem to avoid.

I mean, I'm living inside a trailer in a secluded area around the forest, for God's sake! I'm probably the only teen that doesn't even have parents. I don't really care much about it, but the questions quickly get annoying as time goes on. Avoiding the question only raises more questions so I had to change subject after subject.

Or lie.

I hear that many people think that no parental guidance is not normal for someone like me. Even so, I don't think I would ever be normal. Did I ever mention that I live alone in a trailer home?

Yeah. It only consists of a mini-kitchen, a small bathroom, a worn-down couch, tiny round table, a wooden chair, a cheap bed, a small closet, a vintage stereo and a drawer that holds my valuables. iPod, wallet, car keys, sewing kit, fuzzy dice and my portable hookah.

Yep, you read that right. Sue me if I'm too young to be having that

I began looking in the mirror to see my own reflection. Not to sound narcissistic, but I actually look...ugh, beautiful. I don't know why since I don't find it attractive. Girls don't find a beautiful guy very attractive. That's what I heard back back in my old school.

I used to have silky, long hair but I shaved it all off for my previous school. I thought that would make me more manlier. However, it's still growing quite fast. Let's not forget my figure. Most people call it slender. I call it scrawny. I've tried building muscle, but nothing changed. I even tried getting fatter. I didn't feel any heavier or thicker.

What's strange is that I can really fight. I swear, I'm not exaggerating. I can't lift, but I can pack a wild punch. I find it strange myself. Hey, don't judge me. Defending myself from bullies doesn't automatically make me a delinquent. Hell, even I have my share of bruises and battle scars.

The only thing that could put me in my comfort zone was the blank iron mask that I wore everyday. Maybe that's what's attracting hostile attention from those meatheads. Well, they did dragged themselves into the mess they were asking for. That, and they thought that my slim figure made me a weak pick.

So back to me going to this new school. It started last week on Thursday. After having one of my brawls, this nicely-dressed lady came up to me and offered me a drink. Of course, I said yes. She was paying, now wasn't she?

We began to chat at the coffee shop and she was quite sympathetic to me. She must've been talking about the fight. I told her that it was no big deal, that it happens everyday. Her eyes widened slightly, yet she remained calm. She asked me if my parents knew about it. I told her that they were not around.

Now I could see the sympathy she was giving. I mean, it's no big deal. I'm a survivor. I can handle anything the world throws at me.

She offered me a chance to enroll at her school to start anew. I was surprised that she was a principal. Honestly, it never crossed my mind because no school would want a delinquent like me. A guy who fights with other meatheads bigger than me must not have been a good influence. I was never an influence.

I told her that I would consider. She gave me a card and swapped numbers with me before the conversation ended.

Headless Headmistress Bloodgood

Headmistress of Monster High

I raised an eyebrow at this card. It's like there is a high school with some sort of Halloween theme. Maybe it's a cultural thing?

I was wrong.

That conversation made me ponder about moving to a new school. Having to move to a new school may be a hassle. Meeting and remembering new people was a drag for me. On the plus side, I could relax from the fighting. It gets really jarring later on. So, I had decided.

I called her on Friday to tell her that I'll be accepting her offer, though I told her that I wanted to keep my enrollment quiet since I wanted to see what kind of school I would be going into. Her response was once again, neutral. I was okay with that. She said that I would receive a registration form in my mailbox so that I could sign it.

I didn't expect a demonic horse to arrive at my doorstep. How does that happen at a daily basis? Well, I found out when I arrived at the school. I signed it while the horse was waiting. Who knew that there was a horse that runs that fast? Not exactly Mach 3, but faster than the average horse.

The strange thing was that the registration form had a species box that I had to fill out. Ethnicity or nationality box, I understand. But species? If they were running mad experiments there, then I would be surprised.

So now here I am, at this Monster High place. I only wore my brown hoodie jacket just to cover my iron mask. From what I saw there, there were students of different kinds. And when I say 'kind', I mean species. I mean, the card wasn't kidding when I saw the word 'Monster'.

So far, no one had noticed me because of my hood. I kept my hands in my pockets as I slowly walked to the entrance of the school.

I had blended in with the crowd quite well. Unfortunately, I was actually lost because I didn't know where to go. Just when I was about to ask someone (albeit reluctantly)...

"Mr. Kensington, please come to my office this instant."

That was the school intercom. So many of the students had looked puzzled when they heard my name. I wondered where it was.

"Please turn to the left corridor, go straight, then turn right. You'll find a door that is different from others."

So much bewilderment came flooding to my mind since it was like the voice knew what I was thinking. Not questioning it anymore, I followed the directions. Though, I had accidentally bumped a few people on the way (if you can call them that).

Finally, I made it to the headmistress's office. She must really love purple and its shades. Ah, well.

She began to lecture me about how Monster High is all about embracing your freaky flaws. Whether it is good or bad. Yeah, I'm pretty sure one of those flaws has anything to do with looking like a sissy. She gave me my class schedule and told me that she hoped that I have a great time here. Most people sound like they were obligated to make students feel better, but she sounded genuine.

I nodded as I took the class schedule. "Perhaps you could offer me a map around here?" I joked.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Righty, I'll just be on my way to class." I said as I left the office to go to my Clawculus (ugh) class.

To be honest, it was quite a challenge trying to find the class. All I had to do was look at the classroom codes on my schedule and find them. When I arrived to my first class, it seemed that the teacher wasn't here.

A few students saw me and had curious looks. They must've thought that my mask was a face. A face that they have not seen before. My eyes darted around as I tried to find an empty seat. To my luck, there was one.

Unfortunately, it was high up above at the corner. It'll be a long walk up there and students from left to right will be looking at me.

So far, only a few have stared at me. That was good. Well, good enough for me, anyways. I finally reached the empty seat as I slowly took it. By that moment, the teacher came in to start off the lesson.

Clawculus was exactly like Calculus, so I wasn't really expecting much. I didn't really pay attention to the teacher as I looked outside the window. The view was actually cool, since I got to see the entire courtyard of the school. Although the sky could use some blue.

"Mr. Kensington!"

I snapped out of my stupor as the teacher called out to me. Everyone began to look at me as I was called to answer the equation. I gave an answer that was actually close to the real answer. But nonetheless, was still wrong.

After the teacher's reprimanding, I decided to pay attention to the lesson to avoid the attention. I could hear some whispers about me being a new student and stuff like that.

The bell rang as the class ended. I had to go to the second class, which was Dead Languages. I assume that was the equivalent to Language Studies, but I don't even know.

I just went to find my class. I don't even use my locker. I mean, it is useful but I feel that I don't have the need to use it at any time.

When I got there, the classroom had no students in there. The only person there was a green-skinned teacher who had one of the biggest eyes that I've seen. His face was as withered as a corpse, but actually had build in his body. He took notice of me when I entered.

"I've never seen you before. Who are you?" he asked, but in a voice of authority.

"I'm a new student here. My name is Matt. Matthew Kensington."

"Well, Mr. Kensington. I am Mr. Rotter, your new Dead Languages teacher. But you will address me as 'Sir'." He told me. I sensed a tone of arrogance in his voice. "I expect you to pay attention well in my class since I expect all my students to stay on track." He informed me.

"Yes, sir." I nodded as I got to my seat at the back.

"Oh, and Matthew." He called out to me as I turned to him. "Just reminding you that I don't give A's to any student!" he exclaimed. "Do you understand?"

I nodded before I sat down. He was a strict one, this Mr. Rotter teacher. I just hope that I understood this lesson.

Unfortunately, the topics were all too new to me. I mean, I learned from the American syllabus. This is Monster syllabus! I could only hope that class ends soon.

To my luck, it did as class ended after the two hours.

Lunch was very...unique. Unfortunately, the food was a total crapshoot as it was regular slop. I reminded myself to wake up early tomorrow to pack myself lunch. With nobody that I know or interacted with, I found myself an empty table by the window. It was lonely, sure. But that's what I get for being a loner.

I took a scoop of the crap on my tray and slowly slid open my mask to take a bite.

Complete shit.

I spat it out as my tongue took in the awful taste. I know school food can be bad. But who knew that it was complete shit to an extended degree?

"Hey, are those seats taken?"

I turned to see a group of guys. The first guy was brown-skinned and had fur all over his body, immediately I knew that he was a werewolf. The second had blue gills all over him and had a water tank over his head. It took a bit of thought, but I got that he was a fishman. Both of them were wearing the school jackets, each sleeve with their own design. The third guy, however, had his own style. Red sleeveless T-shirt, black pants, white shoes, white sleeveless jacket and shades that exuded cool. I had thought that he was another human until I saw that he had snakes on his head, realizing that he was a gorgon.

At first, I thought of giving them their table because the food was absolute crap. However, I was as hungry as a hobo. Did that make me desperate?

"Sure, why not?" I answered, scooting over to give room.

They seemed pretty content with my answer as they sat down.

"We've never seen you around before. You new here?" Teen wolf asked.

I nodded. "Just transferred here.

"Cool." The gorgon said. "Oh, forgot to introduce ourselves. Name's Deuce. The werewolf is Clawd."

"Sup, dude?" the now-named Clawd greeted with a smile.

"And that's Gil." Deuce continued on to the fishboy, who gave a small wave.

"I'm Matt." I finally introduce myself. It was common courtesy after all. "Nice to meet you guys."

We began to chat around. They asked me questions about my life and stuff. Like I said about my family, they were away. I also told them that I live quite far from the school, which was half-truth. While my trailer was quiet far, I was able to get to the school through shortcuts.

This went on until the bell rang. I said goodbye to them as I went for my next class.

History class was quite boring. 'Nuff said

Astrology was way more interesting than History, but still boring nonetheless. It was as if the ending of a school day had an anti-climactic end, which was pretty sad.

All in all, I think I might enjoy the school. Minus the crappy food. Still wondering what I should regularly wear though.

A/N: Well, that's journal entry 1 of this story! Just wondering, who would you like to see our protagonist interact with? It can be the same or different ghoul or manster. Leave it in the reviews!