Author's Note, please read:
Be warned, this note is going to be long.
Hello, hello again my dear readers, and welcome to my newest fanfiction as of yet: Milestones. This fanfic was inspired by certain fics I've read over time, particularly chalantness's Young Justice fanfics "we're what they call thicker than water" and "measure me in heartbeats" as well as wolverinacullen's Radcliffe way series and "Pointless" by xTheCrazyDancingPersonx.
I just want to put it in here so that people who are new here know what to expect before they journey onto the fanfic any longer.
First of all, this story is not going to be the typical story I have written before. Simply, it is that of a timeline story; by this, I mean that really, there is no central plot. It is a series of chapters that take place during different time zones that mark significant or important events that happen within the MH's casts lives as they go through high school, onto adult life. That being said, some chapters will be connected, while others can be looked at as stand-alone oneshots. There will be small plotlines here and there, but all in all, there is no plot that really outlines the story, other than what the title says, it's really focused around milestones and life lessons the characters learn. I will try and keep the timeline in order as much as I can, but if I come up with something after I've already posted, you may see a few dates out of order. So there's that.
Second of all, this story is going to feature some very controversial topics. Abuse, prejudice, abandonment, self-harm, drug use, toxic parents, the whole nine yards- abortion is a maybe, if I can find a way to fit it in here. But yes, while some parts of this story are meant to be full of romance, friendship, family, and made to warm your heart, other chapters are meant to make you sad, angry, and sometimes downright furious. But this is not meant to be a full-angst drama opera; in the end, it is supposed to be a journey through the years of going through the trials of love, family, forgiveness, and acceptance. So as you read this, you may want to keep a mature thought process in mind. If some chapters are not your cup of tea or are just too dramatic or too much for you, feel free to skip the chapter or to turn away the story all together. Whatever floats your boat.
Also, this fanfic is not going to be regularly updated. Sometimes it will take days to update, and sometimes, it may take a month to update. It depends on how I'm feeling or if I'm still working out a scenario. I may post some other stories and come back to this one. I know, it's frustrating and it frustrates me too, but alas, I have real life to deal with and sometimes will want some time to myself.
If you have a suggestion of a certain situation that should happen with a certain couple, feel free to suggest it. However, that does not mean I will write it; I will take it into consideration, but if it doesn't fit with a certain scenario, it may not be included.
In spite of all that, please do give this a chance. Feel free to leave creative criticism, suggestions, and any others. I really like the idea of this fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I'll enjoy writing it.
Now, without any further interruption, let's proceed.
Date: August 28, 2013
Setting: Monster High
Event: A new school year means new faces. And the new kids happen to make some...lasting impressions.
New Year, New Drama
"Hey, Frankie!"
"Over, here, Frankie!"
"Ghoul, love your outfit!"
"I saw your Instagram pic of the Casta Fierce concert; you looked uh-mazing!"
Frankie Stein smiled brightly as she waved back at the numerous groups of monsters that called her name, waving frantically to get her attention. While the first day of senior year had originally gotten her bolts twisted into a bundle of nerves, so far it had been off to a great start. The weather was nice and sunny, the atmosphere was nothing but welcoming, and it was nice meeting the new freshmeats and other students that would be attending Monster High her last year. Heck, not even Mr. Hack's assignment of three pages to read and fifteen questions of homework that night could get her mood down.
However, it seemed that this good mood was due to come to an end.
The cadaver had just turned the corner to head to Dead Languages, when she had heard a commotion outside near the commons. Though normally she would brush it off as just a random group of acquaintances, the overheard conversation implied that a possible altercation was underway.
"Ah, come on baby! Ain't like you hidin' anything anyway."
"For the last bloody time, I'm not interested!"
Frankie turned towards the direction, her curiosity piqued. Noticing what seemed to be a small group of cryptids gathered around, she walked towards the commotion, noticing that by the way three hulking figures surrounded a smaller more slender body, that this was definitely not a warm welcoming group of friends catching up on old times. Three males- an ogre, a hippo-campus, and a jiang-shi- circled what seemed to be a female werecat. Frankie noticed the snarl on the werecat's face, an obvious sign of her displeasure.
"Come on, baby, we don't have to do much!" the ogre- the first speaker- accosted, moving forward to try and place a hand around the werecat's face.
The werecat, though much smaller compared to his large exterior- slapped his hand away, gritting her teeth and glaring back at him with fierce golden eyes.
"When will you twats get it through ya thick heads that when I say piss off, I mean piss off!" she growled, her British accent much more noted.
The jiang-shi rolled his eyes as he grabbed her arm, "Don't be such a prude. You come up in here, showing off your ass and being a tease, and now you back out?"
"I wasn't doing anything!"
"Oh please, girls like you always want something, what with the way you be swaying your hips like that."
Frankie, having had her fair share of accosting and unwanted cat calling, knew just what the three guys aimed for. Just another group of meat-heads who couldn't take no for an answer and just expected every girl out there to give it up; of course, in Frankie's experience, many of these guys also tended to be all talk. All bark, no bite.
She looked at her watch. Class started in three minutes. She had made it a point to not be late to any of her classes, especially on the first day. But seeing that the three mansters didn't seem to be letting up on the poor dark furred werecat any time soon, and Frankie being the do-gooder with no time for injustice that she was, the cadaver knew she had to give the poor ghoul a hand.
"We're just asking for a little peak is all," the hippo-campus explained, reaching out to slightly grip the werecat's rear end. What he got, however, was her sharp claws to the cheek as she whirled around and slapped him, earning a yelp as he cupped his cheek in pain.
"Leave me alone!" she screeched.
The ogre grabbed her arm in anger, wrenching her towards him. "Why, you rotten little bitch-!"
"I think she said she wasn't interested."
The four looked in her direction, the werecat's frustrated glare softening to one of wishful pleading upon seeing possible help. The three looked at her like she was a nuisance. Frankie had her two-toned eyes narrowed, hands on her hips.
"Mind ya business, how about that?" the ogre, growled, waving her off.
"Last time I checked, helping someone getting mistreated is my business."
The three men hovered over her, the ogre keeping his grip tight on the werecat. The jiang-shi stepped towards her, obviously trying to use his much larger build and height as means of intimidation. He pointed at Frankie, his lips twisted into a snarl.
"Look girl, we're only gonna tell you once: run along, unless you want to be in this slut's position," he threatened as he pointed at the werecat, still trying to wrench her arm loose from the ogre.
Frankie, though, was not a girl to back down.
"Or what? You'll get your buddies to rough me up?" she countered, crossing her arms and glaring back at the jiang-shi with just as much venom.
They stared each other down.
"Get. Lost."
"Make. ME."
The hippo-campus, still holding his bleeding cheek, rolled his eyes as he stepped forward. He spat as he reached for the cadaver, "Fine. You want to play rough? We'll be ro-"
His sentence was cut off as the metal of his silver ring tapped against Frankie's neck bolts, the cadaver nonchalantly staying still as the seahorse was suddenly hit with a blast of electricity. He jolted as he fell flat on his back. The jiang-shi and ogre stepped back in surprise, the ogre letting loose his grip on the werecat. Taking his chance, the dark feline spun around and kicked the ogre right in below the belt, earning a high pitched scream as he fell to his knees, holding his crotch in pain.
"I'm sorry, didn't you want to play rough, 'baby'?" she asked sarcastically, staring down with malice in her eyes.
The jiang-shi backed away, now slightly afraid as he saw how quickly his two companions had fallen against the smaller girls. Not willing to risk his manhood getting harmed, he backed away, his hands up in surrender. The two others followed suit, leaving the ghouls alone in the commons area. Frankie shook her head in shame. Some just didn't learn. Suddenly, the bell rang. She slumped her shoulders, dreading the tongue lashing she was bound to get from Mr. Rotter of being late on the first day, of all days. She pushed it to the back of her mind, though, when she noted the werecat reaching down to pick up a brightly colored bangle.
"Hey, are you all right?" she asked, mentally grateful when she noted there was no visible injuries.
The werecat nodded, slightly rubbing her wrist from the ogre's tight grip, "Yeah, I'll be all right."
"Don't mind those guys," Frankie exclaimed as she pointed her thumb to the direction the cryptids had run off to, "You know how boys are. Always putting the foot in their mouths."
The werecat shook her head, hands on her hips.
"I just don't understand. They say to express yourself how you want, but the moment I do, they treat me like a total tart. I mean, what's the point of loving your body if you can't show it off?"
At this, Frankie took her chance to fully examine the werecat. She had to admit, the latter was very attractive, and it was understandable why the three guys had come onto her. Her black fur was combed and shiny, her black hair just as dark, cut into a nice bob, providing a nice contrast to her bright yellow eyes. The grey shrug she wore brought a bit of attention to her rather large bust, and her short shorts and tiger print leggings really complimented her waist and long slender legs. Her eyes also went along with the bright jewelry she wore, including the dozens of bakelite bangles covering her wrists and a big chunky beaded necklace hanging down her front.
The werecat gave her a look, and Frankie blushed when she realized that she was staring. "S-sorry. You new here?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
The werecat nodded, a smile finally coming onto her heart shaped face as she held her hand out, "I just transferred here from Cornwail. I'm Bobbi, by the way, but you can call me BB."
Frankie smiled in return as she shook the latter's paw, "Frankie. Frankie Stein."
"The same Frankie Stein who started up the SKRM team?"
"The one and only."
Bobbi grinned, "Well, Frankie. Maybe you can show me around this school, since I was so rudely interrupted earlier."
Frankie smiled, all thoughts of tardiness out of her mind as she linked arms with the feline, "I'd be glad to."
"Well, hello there handsome!" Clawdeen commented as she growled with pleasure.
"I know," Draculaura chimed in, "Just look at those arms!"
"I don't know," Spectra countered, "All the bling's a bit over the top, don't you think?"
Cleo claimed, "I think it's wonderful. What better way to flaunt your status over the plebs than the value of it all? Besides, at least he's got taste."
"Who are we talking about now?" Deuce asked as he and Gil strolled up to the group, just overhearing their little notes. Gil put his arm around Lagoona as she pointed.
"The gills are just admiring the newest addition to the student body," she explained as she pointed a webbed finger at the monster in question.
The two mansters looked to see just who the eyecandy was. Right in their line of sight was a yellow werecat, who looked rather confused as he looked flusteredly around the halls. Deuce had to admit, he could see what they were gaggling about. The werecat's bright blonde hair was cut into a nice spiky 'do, peppered with brown spots throughout, suggesting some cheetah or jaguar in his genes. His angular jaw was nice and strong, his large eyes a nice bright green. The tribal shirt he wore brought attention to his well defined arms, which also held brown spots.
The most noticeable feature though, as Spectra pointed out, was that he was covered nearly head to toe in gold jewelry. The hand holding his bookbag strap had numerous rings on every finger- most of which had one type of gemstone or another encrusted in them- along with gold bracelets on both wrists, gold hoops in all of his multiple ear piercings, and numerous gold necklaces- including, but not limited to, a gold chain, a gold and green medallion that looked like it was real jade, an emerald choker, and one with numerous turquoise set in it. Right now, the werecat seemed to be occupied with a piece of paper in his hand, walking to a locker and fumbling with the lock.
"It's not that I think there's anything wrong with it," Gil spoke up, "But I just think that seems really impractical. Imagine how your neck must feel with all that weight on it."
"You think he...plays for the other team?" Spectra suggested, "I mean, usually when a guy wears that much-"
"Spectra!" Clawdeen scolded, "That's a total generalization!"
"What, I'm just saying?"
"Even if he was, you shouldn't base that on stereotypes."
Gil suddenly interrupted their squabbling with a concerned finger pointing back at the mysterious cryptid, concern edged in his voice, "Uh, I think he's about to have a bit of a problem."
While the yellow feline was busy trying to get his lock open, he failed to notice the large horned shape creeping up behind him, the latter a good three feet taller and probably a hundred pounds heavier. Just as the werecat got the locker open, he jumped as a large stone hand slammed it back shut, turning around to face with Rocco Stone, the former SKRM leader for the Granite City Gargoyles.
"Oh great, Stone's at it again," Deuce muttered, slipping his bag off his shoulder, ready to jump in and defend the newbie if things got out of hand- and by the look of things, it was going to be very soon.
Rocco smirked as he stared at the confused cat in front of him. "You're new, right? Well, it seems you don't know how things work around here?" he snorted.
"Well, just so you know, newbie, if you want to walk around here flashing your girly gems, there's a price to pay."
For emphasis, Rocco poked the werecat in the chest. The other shot him a confused look.
"¿Qué?" he asked.
Rocco frowned, realizing the kid didn't seem to speak a word of English. Nevertheless, it was a small obstacle. He'd learn either way.
"I said, if you want to be a total wimp, go right ahead. But you're gonna have to pay a price," he smirked as he looked down at the werecat's bag, "I say a little lunch money will be enough."
"Deuce," Cleo hissed as she urged her boyfriend to do something.
"Gil you better get in there too," Lagoona voiced, Gil nodding in reply as he and the gorgon set out to confront the gargoyle.
But right as Rocco reached for the bag, the werecat surprised everyone watching by defiantly snatching it away, shooting Rocco a dirty stare. Anyone else who was minding their business at the time suddenly became interested in the act, a small crowd starting to gather to watch the scene unfold. Deuce and Gil stopped in their tracks.
Rocco snarled, "Oh, don't be difficult now. Just give me your wallet and we'll be done here-"
As he reached for the bag again, however, he was suddenly caught off guard as the werecat grabbed his bag away again, this time elbowing Rocco in the ribs to put some space in between them. Rocco growled and grabbed the werecat's shoulder, shoving him back against the locker.
"I don't know where the hell you came from, kid, but you don't want to have a problem with me," he warned, grey eyes meeting undeterred green, "So you better hand the bag over before I pummel you. And trust me, it won't be pretty."
"Hey, leave him alone dude-" Deuce began.
The werecat refused to back down, however, and gritted his sharp teeth at Rocco, letting loose a growl of his own.
"¡Tú eres un puerco!"
Rocco narrowed his eyes, seeing he was out of options, a roar letting loose as he aimed his fist back, ready to deck the smaller cryptid. Gil ran, trying to hurry and keep it from happening.
Before Rocco could even land a hand on him, however, the werecat surprised everyone as he leaped out of the way, letting Rocco hit the locker instead, denting it. The gargoyle yelled in pain, but suddenly found himself pulled back as the werecat landed behind him, pulling his wings and slamming him to the ground. With amazing flexibility, he flung himself on top of the larger gargoyle, grabbing his pained hand and flinging him around again, before landing on his chest with both feet. Rocco yelped, before gasping as he found the wind knocked out of him.
Everyone stared, completely frozen in amazement as they watched the werecat straighten up, glaring at the dazed stone creature.
"Vete a la mierda, ¡Tú hijo de puta madre!" he snarled at Rocco, before calmly gathering his bag back on his shoulder and walking off.
Everyone stared at him at amazement, the group slack jawed and open mouthed as fellow students parted like the red sea, afraid to further rattle his nerves.
"Wow," Draculaura gasped.
"That was..." Spectra tried to speak, finding herself at a loss for words.
Cleo stared in bewilderment, before she was shocked out of her trance as Deuce gathered up his things, hurrily chasing after the werecat.
"Deuce?!"
"Hey, new kid, wait up!" Deuce called out, running, "Have you thought about joining the track team this year?!"
"So then, Mrs. Kindergrubber is trying to talk to Gally, and she's really not listening, turning her head and giving her the big old 'harumph'," Hoodude narrated, "But Mrs. Kindergrubber is trying to make scareghetti and Gally's allergic, right? So Gally goes to yell at her, but then she gets a whiff of the pper and started sneezing like crazy, and then all of a sudden, her head flies completely off! And out the window too! Luckily, her intestines got caught on the window sill, but she was totally dangling out the window! The sparkle made it look like Christmas decorations!"
He laughed, holding his sides as Neighthan and Scarah stared at him, both of them looking absolutely mortified.
"That sounds awful!" Neighthan exclaimed, "Was she okay?"
"Oh, yeah, she was fine," Hoodude waved his hand like it was no big deal, "She's a penanggalan, so it's supposed to happen. It was funny, though, having to see them put all her entrails back in."
Scarah held a hand to her mouth, face noticeably greener than usual, "Oh, oh, please stop saying entrails. I think I'm gonna be sick."
Neighthan nodded in agreement. Hoodude kept chuckling, sighing in content when he was finally calm. He looked to his friends in glee, "So, anything happen to you guys over the summer?"
Scarah frowned, speaking telepathically, "Me nanna came to visit for two weeks. And of course she think it appropriate to tell me date about the times I be a lil' baby and smeared porridge all o'er the walls. I swear, I could've just lived right then and there!"
The boys laughed, though it was suddenly caught off when they heard a large smack behind them, followed by a cry of pain. The three of them looked over, seeing a rather large harry cryptid kneeling over, hands right on his forehead, moaning in pain.
"Are you okay?" Neighthan asked, putting a hand on the stranger's shoulder.
The student, a lycan, looked at him with pained yellow eyes, "Yeah, just hit ma head on these darn rafters. Ah swear, these things sneak up on me!"
He rose up to his full height, and the three could suddenly understand why he hit his head so easily, leaning back in amazement and surprise. The lycan was huge- unlike any of the Wolf siblings or the former Crescent Moon students, he had full wolf features, including a pointed snout, bent legs, a tail, and no human hair whatsoever, covered in thick, dark grey fur. His feet lacked any shoes, his large back paws being at least a size twelve. At full, he was even taller than Manny- coming to at least eight and a half feet. Suddenly, Hoodude, Scarah, and Neighthan all felt very tiny compared to him.
"Well, if y'all would be so kind," the lycan asked, his voice holding a heavy southern accent, "Would ya show me where tha nurse is? Just wanna make sure ah don't have a concussion or nothing."
As he spoke, his large mouth opened to reveal rows of razor sharp teeth, his incisors the size of a hand. Hoodude shuttered as he thought of the pet dogs he had seen, the way they could easily rip cloth between their jaws. Neighthan just stared.
Neighthan, realizing that the lycan could take their reactions for impoliteness, swallowed hard, offering a shaky hand. "Of course," he spoke, his throat feeling very dry, "I-I'll show you the way, Mister, um?"
The lycan smiled, his sharp grin sending chills as he held out his hand, "Ray, Ray Elkhorn, mah good man! Just moved here from Hissconsin!'
"Right. I'm N-N-Neighthan. Just follow me, um, Ray..."
"Ah, thank yew so much, mister Neighthan!" Ray talked as the zombicorn wobbled ahead of him, "Ain't easy cruisin' through these halls, like every time somethin' new gonna' come and knock me out!..."
Scarah and Hoodude stared after the two of them.
He seems...sweet enough, Scarah thought to herself, though she was interrupted in her thoughts when Hoodude started panicking, grabbing at his face.
"Did you see those teeth?! Oh man, they look like they can tear you apart with just one chomp! And those-those toes?! Oh goodness, they're so sharp, like they can split a ragdoll apart just by stepping on them!" The voodoo doll rambled. Scarah sighed.
Guess it came with the new year.
Johnny blew out a breath, frustrated about the situation he was about to put himself in.
"Me? Why do I have to do it?" He'd asked Operetta when she brought her proposal to him.
"Well, he just moved here from Booisiana and ah think he's havin' a hard time fittin' in, and since y'all are both interested in music and all that, ah think it would do some good if you introduced yourself, ya know, make him a lil' more comfortable?" the phantom had explained.
"Why me though? You're the Cajun here."
"Ah already introduced ma'self, and ah think it would be easier if he saw more people would be open to him, geez, Johnny! Give me a hand here!"
The two had proceeded to a staring contest, but Johnny knew well enough that once Operetta settled on a decision for somebody or herself it was final. Still, that didn't mean he had to like it.
He ran a hand through his hair as he glared at the monster in question. Louis Gator was a small brunette reptilian boy, the newest addition to the brass section of the band, and according to Operetta, the kid was as quiet as a church mouse. Right now, as Johnny observed, he was sitting all the way in the back, fiddling with his instrument as he looked down, his shoulders slumped over. This was sure to be fun. Not.
"What is he, an alien?" he'd heard an earth elemental whisper as he passed by. He looked out of his peripheral to see her friend, a vampire, respond back.
"I hear he gets from his dad, some sort of alligator hybrid- science experiment gone wrong or something- but his mom's, like, completely normie. Apparently had to escape here because of problems with the people in their last town."
Aw, that explained it.
As Johnny floated towards the kid, he'd noticed Louis had raised his head just a little, looking through his bangs at a group of boys who were chattering away. Probably thought they were gossiping about him. Johnny couldn't blame him though. He knew what is was like to be the talk of the tomb, especially in bad circumstances.
"So, Louis is it?" he questioned as he stood before the alligator hybrid.
Louis stopped his observing and slowly raised his head, looking up at the spirit with unsure dark green eyes.
"Y-yes?"
"Relax," Johnny said as he plopped down in the sit beside him, "I'm not gonna bite. Just saw you were all by yourself and wanted to get to know you better."
He let his arm rest on the back of Louis' seat, as the latter continued to look at him with hesitation. "Um, okay."
"So, heard you came from Booisiana?"
"Um, yeah," Louis mumbled, "Baton Rouge."
"You'd like it?"
Louis shrugged, fiddling with one of the valve tubes, "It was okay. The swamp was nice and quiet, away from everything. Lot of white trash rednecks, though."
Johnny smirked at that, "Couldn't be as bad as Lafayette."
"Dude, Lafayette's the worst!"
The two shared a laugh as Johnny's eyes trailed to the trumpet lying in the gator hybrid's lap. "That trumpet yours?"
Louis glanced down at the brass instrument in his lap. He shot Johnny a cheeky grin as he held it up in pride, "Been playin' since I was but a hatchling. Was gonna start a band with the swamp gals, ya know."
Johnny smirked, "Oh, really? Well, Louis, how 'bout a lil' jam session to test you out?"
Louis grinned in response as he got up from his seat, picking up his trumpet, "Johnny, right? Well, I think I'll have to take you up on that offer then."
"I must warn you, though, I play me a mighty fine fiddle."
The alligator hybrid laughed, showing pearly white sharp teeth, "We'll see about that."
"That him over there?" Clawd asked as he pointed to the familiar yellow werecat, who was now sitting alone in the creepateria. Deuce nodded as they walked over.
"H-hey man," the gorgon began, while the werecat was still facing away from them.
They noticed his ears twitch before he turned around, looking at them initially in surprise before he noted their large height, a frown working its way onto his features when he realized he was probably dealing with bullies again.
Deuce noted him beginning to pack up his stuff, holding his hands out in surrender. "Wait, wait, wait! We're not here to give you a hard time. Just wanna say that don't mind Rocco. He's just a hard ass like that."
The werecat lowered his stance, though his eyes were still narrowed in hesitation.
"Yeah, the way you kicked his ass was amazing!" Clawd complimented.
The new guy gave them a look, before he slowly relaxed, his demeanor no longer as defensive.
Deuce smiled, realizing the guy was finally warming up. "Yeah, he said, "Let us show you around, give you a proper warm welcome to the school, um," he looked over at a name on the cat's notebook, "Cuh...Cuixtli?"
"Gideon," the werecat finally responded, "Just Gideon. Gideon Mitzli. Saves everyone the trouble."
Deuce was a little taken back at him finally speaking, though he did notice a bit of a Spanish undertone in his voice. "Aw, okay...Gideon. I'm Deuce. And this is Clawd, and we think you deserve a proper tour of the school, if...that's okay with you?"
Gideon looked between the two of them. "O-kay."
As he gathered his things and they started walking, Clawd puts his hands in his pockets, asking, "So Gideon, where'd you move here from?"
"I come from Hexico," the feline responded, "My father's job required us to transfer."
Deuce raised a brow, "Dude, that sounds harsh, especially in high school- you a senior right?"
"Sí," Gideon responded, rubbing his neck nervously, "It not so bad. There is no uniform, so that is extra bueno. But I admit, I am a bit nervous having to talk."
"Why?"
"My English is not very good," he admitted, "I only start speaking months ago."
Deuce gave him a sympathetic glance, remembering all too well what that felt like, thinking of his own troubles with the language when his parents had first moved from Greece to Salem before first grade. "You'll be find, dude. You know, you're definitely not the first one to feel that way. This one friend of mine, Abbey? Still has trouble stringing together sentences, and she's been here for a few years now. Heck, my ghoulfriend's best friend is a zombie, so you can imagine how that must feel."
Gideon gave him a grateful smile, "Thank you, Deuce. Maybe this year won't be so bad after all."
Bobbi sighed as she sat down for History of the Undead, looking at the clock. Still two and a half hours before the day was over. She blew out a sigh and folded her arms over her desk, laying her head on it. While Frankie certainly was a big help navigating her through the giant maze of the school, and the classes didn't seem too tough, it still didn't take her mind off the three brutes she had to deal with that morning. Ugh, boys were such pigs. Thinking a girl showed the tiniest flesh and suddenly it belonged to the.
No different than those tarts back in in Cornwail.
Bobbi sighed again in lament, rest her cheek in her hand. It was almost over.
"'Scuse me, is this seat taken?" A southern voice asked to her right.
She looked over to see a giant lycan towering over her, pointing to the empty seat next to her.
"It's all yours."
"Thank yew," he replied, sitting down. He looked over at her for a minute, seeing her exhausted pose. "Rough first day, ah take it?"
"You have no idea," she replied, wanting nothing more than to skip and brew some tea.
"Yeah, ah know how ya feel," the lycan replied, "Ah though it'd be so awesome, and so far, it seems like this architecture's out to get me!"
Bobbi smiled, seeing his point. With a size like that, the poor bloke probably hit his head more than any monster would like. The lycan, seeing her smile, held a large paw out.
"Ray."
"Bobbi," she replied, shaking his big paw with her smaller slender one.
As they straightened up, seeing the teacher come into the room, a yellow blur passed by her, and she looked up to see a spotted werecat take the seat to her left. She looked at him as he hurried to take out his supplies. Probably feeling her eyes on him, he looked at her, shooting her a shy smile as he got ready to take notes. Bobbi smiled in return.
She had to admit, he was quite a handsome fellow, with sun kissed blonde hair and gorgeous green eyes. And hey, he knew how to accessorize.
Gideon, feeling eyes on him, turned back to the black werecat sitting next to him, noting she was still looking at him. He blushed, feeling a little bit insecure, when she suddenly flashed him a seductive smile, desire in her golden eyes as she continued to look at him. Gideon's face became for a second, before turning into a big grin as the two shared one last look.
Bobbi smiled as she began to listen to the lecture.
Seems like things were turning out for the better after all.
Author's Note 6/26/2016:
Aaaand the first revision of the Great Rebirth is finally done! Believe me, it was no day at the beach; it easily took a good week to finally get it all done (It took writing and deleting, writing and deleting before I finally got the flow I wanted going).
What did I change: Well, everything (which is probably what's going to happen to all the current chapters). I really wanted to incorporate my Ocs into the story- especially Ray, Gideon, and Bobbi, because they were the first MH ones I created and are by far my favorites- but didn't know how to do so as I continued writing more chapters the original time. So yeah, the chapter's super long, and at first I was a bit worried about the length, but I think it be necessary- plus I never said how long each chapter had to be. And I think it all flows smoothly together with the way it ties up in the end. So yay! First chapter finally done after a LONG week it took to get it off the ground.
And if you're curious to know more about my characters, you can find them on my livejournal (VirgoGreen) under "Monster High: My Characters".
Reviews greatly appreciated and loved!
