Introduction

She put a soft blue scaled webbed hand to his smooth salmon colored jacket, the blue fin on her lower arm being hidden by her clean new snowman colored lab coat. The ice blue shade of her reserved eyes highlighted the youthfulness of her face as she blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering as if announcing her young age. She gave an enchanting smile, revealing milk colored teeth behind blue painted swollen lips.
"I want to thank you for taking care of my class all this time," she said, her voice captivatingly charming and pleasing to the ears. "I'm sorry to come so late in the middle of the term like this, but I'm thankful to have such an understanding substitute creature as yourself nurture my little hellions."
"Yes, well…" the man said, adjust his red and blue tie. The woman noticed that his mint green shirt with the white collar had wrinkled, but feel it'd been her place to say something. He grinned confidently at the woman. "…It was no skin off my bones."
"Yes, thank you again, Mr. Lou Zarr." She said, lifting her blue eyebrow.
The substitute creature adjusted his wide, somewhat square-shaped muddy brown glasses. After adjusting them, they had now become crooked on the bridge of his rather large nose.
"It was no problem, call whenever you are in need of a sub." He said, pulling the sides of his jacket with flair.
"Yes, of course." The woman called just before the tall sand colored door to her, or at least what would be to her, new classroom closed. She sighed, feeling a bit tired during the early morning spring day. After glancing to check that the door had closed, she walked over to the window, slid open the thick red curtains that she had hung. Her pale blue eyes blinked slowly, watching the diamonds looking rain has it fell. She put a light blue scaled hand to the cold glass, resisted the urge to shudder from the sudden change in temperature. She breathed in the fresh, cooling water in her glass helmet. She's been thankful for the tank that kept her the blue scaly flesh of her face moist and cool, but the metal piece that held the glass container had been too heavy against her wide shoulders.
"Cousin Shelly, that you?" a voice sounded, catching her attention as the door groaned open. She recognized it instantly because of its drowning accent. Suddenly feeling a burst of anxious delight, she spun around on the heel of her flashy cherry red platform pumps.
"Oh my starfish, it's you!" she said, lunging for the boy with the drowning accent that had approaching the room and now entered in completely. He caught her, stumbling back as she hugged him, an overjoyed smile gracing her blue face. A soft, shaken underwater chuckle escaped him.
He too smiled, thrilled by this sudden family reunion.
"I heard we were getting a new teacher, but ii had no idea it'd be you." Gillington Webber said, rocking from side to side as he hugged his older cousin back. "It's been a long time."
"It has," the female fresh water creature said, stepping back. "I'm so happy you're here at this school too!"
"How have you been lately? You haven't called since forever." Gil asked as he pulled away.
Bubbles arose around her as she spoke, causing the blue gills on her neck and her blue fin hair to sway in the water. Her accent was also now sounded drowned, as if she'd been underwater. [Which technically she had. ;3 )
"I'm sorry, baby cousin. I've just been really busy these past few years! I was teaching at an underwater boarding school for a few years before this – and before that, I ended up taking a trip down to Monte Scarlo. I got to help Oceana deliver her baby at the Fourth Screams; of course we had to pay for all the cleaning they had to do though. It costed every penny in my wallet, and I'm still paying back that debt."
"So she finally had the kids?" Gil said, excited. Bubbles surfaced and disappeared. "How many?"
"Three, triplets actually, all completely identical and ghouls too. She named them: Baby Marina, Pacifica, and Teal. Cute, don't you think?" the woman said with a gentle smile as she recalled the giggling babies faces as they looked up at their mother for the first time with their traditional family ice blue eyes. She remembered how they burped up tiny bubbles, frightening themselves accidently. She giggled softly, remembering poking at their cute little round Webber family button noses.
"She chose good names." Gil said, nodding with agreement. The gills on his neck sucked in the fresh water, causing his skin to feel suddenly refreshed. "And how is Tide? Are they still together?"
"You mean that sea monkey?" the woman rolled her pale aqua eyes, folding her arms in the process. "He finally proposed, the wedding was suppose to be during their trip – they hadn't planned to tell anyone, sort of like a secret hush-hush private wedding, but her water broke and so I was called right away."
Gil gasped, wonderment arising in his own pale aqua eyes. "And what did Aunt Aquanetta say?"
The woman waved her head lazily in the air. "Well, she said they might as well marry, and that she'd accept the marriage since they were going to do it anyway – and plus Oceana had already had the three little ghouls, so what else could Mother do?"
"And Uncle Reef?" Gil asked, not blinking as he waited for her answer.
A pleased smile snaked onto her face as her eyes widened excitedly. "He says he's going to give Tide a chance! Isn't that great?"
"That's totally awesome." Gil agreed with a wide grin. Just then, before the woman could say anything, the morning bell rang, signaling that it'd been time for the young monsters to hurry on to class before the tardy bell rang. The woman realized that they had spent the entirely morning chatting away, and yet still she was in no hurry to get to teaching.
"Well, better hurry along. We can talk later." She said to her younger sibling, although bates had been now fluttering about her stomach.
"Sure." Gil said with one last finally nod. He flashed a peace sign before letting the wooden door close behind him.
The woman cleared, in attempt to prepare herself for the morning class she would now teach. To try to stop her shaking legs, she dusted off invisible dust from her red, grey, and brown plaid skirt. When that didn't help, she took a seat on her wooden stool with the uncomfortable brown seating cushion. She lifted her black sweater vest covered chest, trying to take a deep breath in hopes it would calm her. When that didn't help, she began to tug at her wrinkled white button-up under shirt with the short sleeves. She fixed her collar, steadied the creases in her skirts, and even fixed her sweater vest until it looked perfect, but nothing helped. She sighed, anxiously awaiting the students that would be due to arrive any minute now. Usually organizing helped her to calm herself, but it would seem it didn't help today, despite how much she needed it to.
"We have new teacher?" a thick accented voice announced as its owner walked into the classroom, followed by a crowd of other students. She had been charmingly beautiful in a very off-putting cold way with her frosted blue skin and bright purple eyes. Her hair was streaked with candy pink and sky blue, but its overall color is a frosty winter white.
The woman stood, lifting quickly from her seat stiffly. As the students stared at her with curious eyes, they took their seat, waiting for her to speak and make some sort of announcement. Once they had all taken their seats, the woman took a moment to overlook the sea of students she was now responsible for. Among them, she did not see her baby cousin Gil. In result, she went over to the board, thankful that she could turn her back to them so that she didn't have to look at their piercing eyes. They watched her, concentrating intensely as the room grew painfully, unbearably quiet. The atmosphere grew stiff and tense. On the dusty with white chalk chalkboard, the woman wrote as neat as she could with scaly blue webbed hands that shook.

Shelley Webber – age 26 with a masters in aquariumography, oceanology, pacific-politics, and environmental sea life, a bachelors in the study of aquatic sea animal basics and above and tank engineering, and a follow-up beginner's degree in underwater economic Clawculus.

Hobbies include: Swimming, screech volleyball, reading

Pets include: Scarold the shy and easy-scared seahorse

Addition careers before this includes: Working as an educator at Rushing Waters underwater boarding school, being a child caretaker, doing work as a volunteer lifeguard, working as a swimming/surfing instructor, Camp Creepaway monster mentee

Responsibilities regarding to Monster High: Swim team advisor, Fearbook supervisor, Monster Student Committee instructor

The woman turned now once she was finished writing, her blue legs still shaking from nervousness. She waited, hoping the students wouldn't attack her with all kinds of questions.
"Well," she said, finally speaking. The accent she'd been trying to cover up came back. Instead of her voice being enchanting and clear, it had now been, as her family's, drowning. "Does anyone have any questions?"
She swallowed, waiting. Her heart sped as multiple students raised their hands in the air. She pointed, calling on the girl with the thick accent.
"Where have you worked?" she asked, not attempting to hide her accent as the woman had done before.
"Excuse me?" she asked, a bit confused and thrown off.
"You worked as lifeguard, no? Where?" the ghoul student asked again. Suddenly, the new teacher clapped, her pale blue eyes looking up at the ceiling as she thought. When she had her answer, she looked back to the girl.
"Well, there's Gloom Bleach…There's Seaside Frights, and Skull Shores too. I'm even done some lifeguarding at Great Dismal Swamp and Cyclops Indoor Beach. There was the Dungeon Beach Getaway Inn too and also Ghost Trees Beach Fun-time Resort as well." The woman answered, not too sure if the students would actually be interested. Suddenly, another hand flew up in the air. She nodded to the girl wearing the purple cap. Her skin had been blue, her hair dark purple-pink, and she had three eyes.
"Oh my ghoul," she said, impressed. Her eyes widened with admiration for her new oceanography teacher. "Have you ever been to Long Beast Island in Monte Scarlo? It's right next to Fourth Screamths!"
"Why yes," the female teacher said, recalling her conversation with Gill. "My older sister, Oceana, gave birth there a while ago; her three ghoul triplets will be four soon in fact. I helped her and her husband, Tide, deliver their three ghouls actually. It has quite the experience. Long Beast Island has many great refreshing waves for suffering."
The ghoul smiled to herself as the student nodded in fascination. She grew more comfortable in her surrounding as another hand went up. It belonged to a manster student who had been made of green bacteria. He blinked his somewhat yellow eyes as she nodded to him.
"Are you single?" the boy called out from the fourth row. The room erupted in laughter as many of the other mansters slapped him five.
The woman giggled with amusement and somewhat joy. "If I'm being honest, than yes, yes I am single."
"Do you like watching movies?" another manster shouted.
The woman nodded to show her reply. "Yes, I'm quite fond of them."
"How about West Side Gory, or Twilight? Do you like those?" another male voice called from the far right of the room.
"They're…alright." The woman gave a wide, teasing smile. The male students vocalized an echoing oh that sounded through the room.
"How about a date to the Revival House, cutie-pie?" another manster said from the second row. His eyes were a magnificent sight of full white, his hair in flames, and his skin bright yellow.
The woman shook her head; put a hand to her hip. "How about asking some professional questions first?"
The room, again, exploded in oh's. "You just got owned, man!" a boy called from row five, his green hair hissing as he gave a cool smile.
"Anyway," a ghoul from row one said. Her hair had been styled in an 80's do with a preferred "bump" that was complimented by a green headband. With blue skin and fully white eyes, she had been a prima donna with a jagged smile. "What's your favorite places to shop?"
"Hmmm, let me see…" the woman thought for a moment. "Well there are a lot of places; I could never pick just one. I like Aberzombie, Furever 21, and Howlister, but I like Transylvania Secret too – they have some really great purrfumes and lotions there, body washes too."
The ghoul rolled her all-white eyes, surrendering and accepting her defeat. She'd admit it, she lost and the new, scary attractive female teacher would be the new cream of the crop before lunch even started.