Monster High: The New Boo Crew

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~New Students~

It was not uncommon to get new students at Monster High. Many new faces would appear so suddenly. It was such a common event that nobody really noticed the new boos and ghouls.

But today was a different day. On most new student days, only one student would join, or perhaps even two or three, but today there were more. Two families had recently moved into the area: the Walkers and the Cifers. These families were close, and the new arrivals had all transferred from the same school: Booston Grammar, a school for the richest and smartest monsters around.

Or, in Cleo's words...

"Booston Grammar is a school where the best monsters send their worst children."

The ghoulfriends walked together through the school corridors, with Cleo appearing rather flustered.

"Do they honestly believe that they can just come here and rain in my desert? My territory? No De Nile has ever even spoken to a Booston Grammar student, and for a good reason! There have been no terrible children in the De Nile family and our name will never be in their history! Although, I suppose Nefera may still have a place there..."

"Relax, Cleo, don't get your bandages all wrapped up," Clawdeen eased. "They ain't Booston Grammar ghouls anymore."

"Yeah," Frankie agreed with a smile. "They can't be that bad if they've come here to Monster High. We should give them a big Monster High welcome!"

"Oh, please," Cleo exhaled dramatically. "Once a Booston Grammar student, always a Booston Grammar student."

Cleo flicked open the door to enter Mr Hackington's mad science class, only to gasp in horror upon seeing one of the new ghouls in her seat - sitting beside Deuce.

Almost forgetting that there was a class here, Cleo marched straight up to the red-eyed ghoul with green hair, slamming her hands against the desk.

"You," she hissed. "You are in my seat!"

The ghoul did not look at all apologetic or intimidated, instead flashing a smirk as she twirled some of her long green hair with her bluish fingers. She barely even glanced at Cleo. "I don't see your name on it anywhere," she retorted. Cleo looked exasperated, gritting her teeth.

"If you had seen my name then you would be apologizing sincerely!" she huffed. "Do you not know who I am? I am Cleo De Nile!"

"Oi!" came Mr Hackington's voice, startling the mummy's daughter. "Miss De Nile! Suppose you want to spend this lunch time in detention for disrupting my class?"

"No, Mr Hackington," Cleo hesitated to reply. She was about to go on to gesture to her taken seat, but Mr Hackington cut her off.

"Then sit yourself down!" he snapped.

"But-"

"Ey! You can have that seat in detention!"

Shocked, Cleo angrily sat herself in an isolated chair and folded her arms. She glanced to the side, catching a glimpse of the zombie ghoul smirking a little. This simply fueled Cleo's anger.

When lunch arrived, Frankie sat herself down with Draculaura, Clawdeen and Lagoona.

"I can't believe Cleo got detention," she said.

"Right?" Lagoona agreed. "That Mortricia gal was sittin' right in her seat, and she didn't look at all like she was sorry!"

"Why's Cleo gotta make a scene about a seat?" Clawdeen asked.

"Well, duh, it's Cleo," Draculaura answered. "She has to make a scene about everything!"

"And she doesn't like it when other girls get too close to Deuce," Lagoona added.

"C'mon guys, I'm sure Mortricia didn't mean to be rude," Frankie spoke up. "She was probably just a little embarrassed."

"She was embarrassed?" Clawdeen queried, her rhetorical tone obvious. "Cleo was the one howlin' like a werepup, she's got nothin' to be embarrassed about."

"It's her first day here," Frankie reminded her. "She might be nervous."

Not too far from the table, mocking laughter could be heard.

"Hey!" came Jackson's voice. Frankie and the others turned their heads, only to see three of the new students messing with his lunch. Two of them, like Draculaura, had pinkish skin and pointed ears, both with black hair and red horns to match their red eyes, and a sharp red tail to further add to the look. The male student wore a black button-up shirt with a red bow tie and sweater vest while the similar-looking female wore the exact same outfit with the colours reversed. With them was a boy with bluish skin, similar to Mortricia's, and he too shared her shaggy green hair only shorter in length. His eyes, unlike hers, were yellow, and his fashion sense was not quite as tidy. He wore skull jewellery and even had a long stitch along his face, and he wore a purple leather jacket over a dark blue shirt.

"Come on, what's a normie doing in this school?" laughed the zombie student as he took away Jackson's glasses. "Couldn't you go somewhere else, like New Salem High?"

Jackson reached for his glasses, but his vision was now blurry and he struggled to see exactly where the boy was holding them. The zombie examined the glasses while the other boy spoke up and leaned against the table casually.

"Indeed, this is not a place for a normie such as yourself," he spoke in an accent indicating that he was from the Boonited Kingdom. "Were you adopted by monsters? Is that why you are here?"

"Knock it off," snapped Frankie, who had made her way over to the group. She snatched the glasses away from the new zombie student and handed them back to Jackson. "Who do you think you are? This is a school where everyone is free to be who they are, not a school where people come to be ridiculed for their differences!"

The well-spoken boy let out a sophisticated chuckle. "It appears that the monsters in this school have forgotten about the good old days," he said to his peers. "You expect I, Louie Cifer, to attend school with a normie? That simply should not be allowed."

"And why not?" Frankie growled.

"Our family has spent generations living by pure monster traditions," spoke the female, who went by the name of Lucy Cifer. "We used to enjoy frightening the normies, but now times have changed far too much. Monsters stay away from normies, and it looks like they even accept them in their society, but our family will never change our ways. We will continue to scare normies and put them in their place!"

Frankie frowned, glancing at Jackson. "Come on, Jackson, let's go," she said, pulling Jackson from his seat. She pushed past the trio and headed back to her table, allowing Jackson to sit beside her.

"Uh... Thanks, Frankie..." he thanked awkwardly.

"What was that all about?" Clawdeen questioned.

"Those new pupils think that they can just pick on Jackson because they don't like normies," Frankie explained. "Maybe Cleo was right about Booston Grammar..."

"They don't like normies?" Clawdeen repeated. "Are we living in the dark ages?"

"We're not, but they are," Frankie sighed.

"Don't worry about it, we can just not talk to them," Draculaura stated.

"Draculaura's right," Clawdeen agreed. "They ain't gonna bother us if we don't bother them. And if they mess with Jackson, they mess with all of us ghouls."

"Guys, really, it's not that bad," Jackson told them. "They're new students, right? They probably came from a monster school and haven't seen a normie their whole life... I can understand if they're a little weirded out."

"Well, we can't just let this keep going on," Frankie responded. "If they don't stop, then us ghouls have gotta do something."

"They might stop in, say, maybe about one week?" Draculaura guessed.

"Hopefully," Frankie muttered, sounding worried as she watched the three students.

After eating lunch, the ghouls left the creepateria and wandered the halls, deciding to stand by the lockers.

"Demons," Clawdeen snarled. "Shoulda known. Demons are the most mischievous of monsters. They've always caused trouble for monsters and for normies, and they don't plan on changin' any time soon."

"They're not just demons, they're demons from Booston Grammar," Lagoona reminded her. "They're trouble-makers and they've got ego problems."

"And Frankie even said that the demons are Cifers," Clawdeen added.

"What's so special about the Cifers?" Frankie queried out of curiosity.

"The Cifers have done the worst things to normies in monster history," Clawdeen explained. "They have never liked normies and normies have never liked them. Demons have always enjoyed causing trouble, but the Cifers have done things that even demons are afraid of."

"Eek!" Draculaura squealed, her shriek startling Frankie. "I have heard the most terrifying stories about what the Cifers have done to normies! And anyone who tried to stop them would disappear forever! ...That's what I heard."

"How reassuring..." muttered Jackson.

"Oh! B-But they are just stories!" Draculaura stuttered. "I'm sure they're not that bad! You'll be okay, Jackson!"

"Relax, nothing bad is gonna happen," Frankie assured. "Maybe the Cifers have changed. The parents of those two might want them to see the world differently."

"And what about those zombies?" Clawdeen asked, almost sounding disgusted. "Mort and Mortricia?"

"I wouldn't worry about them," Frankie eased.

"Yeah, zombies aren't as bad as demons," Lagoona agreed.

"But we still saw that they had an attitude," Clawdeen recalled. "Mortricia got Cleo in detention and Mort was hangin' with Louie and Lucy. And they got an awful lotta gossip for zombies."

"Let's not worry about them," Frankie shut down with a smile. "I think we should really be worrying about Cleo - she really doesn't like detention."

The ghouls chuckled together as a way to show that they all agreed with what Frankie said. Cleo definitely had problems when in detention.

~End of Chapter~