*{Introduction}
The ghoul walked into school, her wild untamable dark purple curls hidden by her oversized onyx colored hood and her newly bought sleek looking cheetah pumps with the skinny black heels covering her pale grey skinned feet. Although she could never admit it to her father, Garfield Mark Logan, nicknamed Beast Boy for his shape shifting powers, she'd much rather be wearing all black colored high-top converse. But, of course, even if she did admit this to her father, it wasn't as if he'd listen. He wanted to send his precious daughter off to Monster High in style with every inch of high fashion to her name. What he hadn't considered as he dragged her clothes shopping, that she'd been much more like her mother. A bit cold and nonsocial, isolate and reserved – as in kept to herself. Just as her mother, she hadn't wanted to draw attention. What good could attention of any kind do her? And today had to be the day she stepped foot outside in tower tall high heeled pumps, walking as if she hadn't learned how…
"Thanks a lot dad," she mumbled to herself, hidden in her onyx rode that thankful didn't touch the glossy light purple, dark purple checkered floors and hid her too tall high heels. "Much appreciated, as always…"
She looked away just as jocks in costumed Monster High lettermen jackets passed her. A few whistled, engaging her while somewhat complimenting her. She sighs, feeling timid and bitter.
Let's just say that she didn't appreciate the gesture.
"Hey, cool your jets." A familiar voice approached her, beckoned to her rescue. She lifted her head for the first time all morning, matching the familiar voice to the familiar face. As she had guessed, it'd been the very person she'd been searching for since the Freshmen Monster Orientation started at nine o'clock sharp this morning.
"I've been looking for you," she said with a wide smile as she begun to stand in an attack stance. "Where have you been?"
"Sorry I got a little lost on the way to the manster's room." The manster replied, spreading his arms in prepare for her tackle. He caught her, stumbled back just a bit. His smile too was wide and uplifting.
The ghoul pulled away to look up at her best friend. As always, he'd been so very adorable with his deep bright blue skin with its even darker strips and his big stand out-ish ears. Just like yesterday and the day before, his nose had been fairly flat and wide with a soft pink animal tip, his eyes big and bright yellow, while his feminine cheekbones stood out just a bit in comparison to his overall facial profile. And just as before, when she looked at him she was reminded of a young Michael Jackson with crazy jet black curly hair. She stared at her Avatar, Michael Jackson look-a-like friend in awe, a beaming smile on her round face.
"Well, what's your schedule? I need to know what classes we have together!" she said, somewhat excited as she searched around in the front pockets of her black shoulder bag. Finally, she pulled out her balled up schedule that had all her classes, and more.
The boy reached into the back pocket of his pale, faded demine jeans. After a moment or so he pulled out his folded up schedule, handing it to his impatient best friend. "Here, look and see."
The ghoul scanned both pages, almost too excited to speak. On her schedule read:
Period 1: Monster's Lit A.P.
Period 2: Clawculus A.P.
Period 3: Dead Languages
Lunch
Period 4: Biteology Lab
Period 5: Hist. of the Undead
Period 6: Physical Deaducation
While his schedule read:
Period 1: Dead Languages
Period 2: Clawculus A.P.
Period 3: Dead Languages
Lunch
Period 4: Biteology Lab
Period 5: Hist. of the Undead
Period 6: Fierce Fashion 101
The ghoul suddenly had a giddy outburst of laughter, feeling girly and bubbly. "I can't believe it, we have almost every class together, how clawesome is that?"
The manster leaned over, viewed the two schedules. He nodded enthusiastically, showing that he agreed. He poked at his schedule, while looking at hers. "Oh look, we get to play with our food and then play with chemicals, how fun."
The ghoul giggled. "Good point," she said, returning the paper to him. She watched as he neatly folded it, returning it to his back pocket. "Anyway, we better get to Dead Languages before we're late. Orientation already took put so much time and if we take up more time, we better have a more creative excuse."
"Yeah, I heard that Mr. Rotter locks his doors after nine-thirty, so we better hurry." The manster agreed with a cool grin. He offered his arm, waiting for his best friend to take it.
She did, looping her arm through his. They began to walk off down the lively hallways, chatting as they went. They noticed all kinds of new monster they'd never seen before. Excited, they laughed together, trying to guess where each monster had been from or what their Monster Origin had been. As they continued to walk and guess, they realized that they couldn't guess half of the monster's nationalities.
The ghoul yawned, stretching her mouth wide as she quickly covered it with her hand, using her good manners as her eyes squinted to a close. Her back stretched tall, her free arm high. Her best friend chuckled lightly across from her. "I know it's been a long day, but what's got you so tired?"
"Physical Deaducation…so not my thing. And running laps? Don't even get me started." She answered, letting out another smaller yawn. "And do you even see my hair?"
The Avatar monster paused before speaking, waiting for his tired part-Normie part-demon best friend to slip off the hood of her onyx cape. He leaned forward, taking a sip of his organic Yak milkshake with crimson Poison-berries and extra fluffy white Phantom-Foam. The moment she slid her hood off, he began to choke. He pounded a blue fist to his black tee shirt covered lanky small chest, hoping to stop his gagging. Finally, he could breathe. "Oh my Na'vi…what happened to your hair?"
The ghoul tried to see the strand of her curly hair the curled near her eyes. She sighed in utter defeat, slipping the hood back on. Her face lit to a bright red. She didn't need to see it to believe it, her hair had been a monster of a mess.
"You know how I don't do anything without my cape, right? Well…it's not like I was going to run without it…" she said, her dark purple eyes blinking away as she lifted her spoon, lightly poking at her light orange Jell Egg with orange slim.
"That's so Tali, I almost can't even believe it." The Avatar monster said, laughing as if he'd been there. He could picture her, running in her cap. He pictured her, thinking that she must've looked like a complete fool.
the ghoul ignored him. She stared at its orange outlined spots, in a daze. She continued to light poke at the egg, watching as it wiggled like Normie jello. She sighed, her stomach silently growling. Finally, she cautiously picked off the orange vines, connecting both her Jell Eggs. Once she was finished, she quickly tapped the spoon against the eggs, witness the explosion of the sunset orange goo as it poured out of the see-through orange eggs. The flood of orange goo dripped down to the extra salty deep sea kelp that had been covering the eggs. The ghoul watched silently as it flooded from the kelp and off the hourglass shaped bowl they'd been sitting in. She licked her lips, preparing to launch the spoon. She took the silver spoon, dipping it into the orange goo. She scrapped off chips of the Jell Eggs, let it fall into the scoop of goo. Once she put the spoon in her mouth, she shivered in satisfaction. "I'll never get tired of this cold yummy goo as long as I live."
"Well, duh, it's, like, your favorite food, right?" the Avatar winked.
"No, not really." The ghoul blinked. Hairy Spider Eyeball is my top fav."
"Say what now?" The Avatar said, a confused look gracing his feminine face. "Hairy Spider Eyeball, what's that?"
"Don't pretend not to know," the ghoul said, circling a spoon in his face. It dripped orange goo on the white table. "We have it during every holiday. It's sort of has double light purple eyelids with tiny hairs on them. There's sort of like a surprise inside, or whatever. Like, if you open the second eyeball, you get the best part – the yellow eyeball part with the dark green pupil. It also has, like, four spider legs, two on each side. It's totally delicious and you totally love it when my mom cooks it."
"Oh, duh, never-mind." The Avatar said, letting his bright blue fist with darker blue strikes fall lightly to his head. "I totally know what you're talking about now."
The ghoul scooped another piece of jiggly orange Jell Egg with sunset orange goo in her mouth. She chewed, a delighted smile on her face. "Though you'd remember around now!"
Just before the Avatar manster could speak, a waitress dressed in all white with a red apron approached them, a silver tray in her pale white hand. On her face was a gloomy, somewhat uninterested grin. Her pale purple eyes had been narrowed and bored. "Here's your Troll-A-Cola, enjoy." She said, her voice dull. She sat the fizzing cola down, leaving from the scene as she tucked the tray under her arm.
"Hey, doesn't she go to our school?" The Avatar asked, narrowing his eyes at the waitress, trying to remember.
"Yeah, I think so." The ghoul answer, shoving more of her Jell Egg in her mouth. "I think I saw her at Freshmen Monster Orientation this morning."
"Thought so," the Avatar said, leaning forward again to sip the Yak milk milkshakes through his pink and white striped straw. The taste of exotic Poison-berries enlightened his taste bugs. "I wonder if she's got a brother."
"Why? You think he'd hit on a monster like you?" the ghoul asked, her voice teasing. Her eyes flickered mockingly.
"Wouldn't he?" the manster Avatar said, batting his eyelashes flirtatiously as his eyes widen to highlight his bright neon yellow eyes. He made a cute pose, making cat paws and putting them up to his face. With confidence and a soft voice he said: "I'm as cute as a button. I don't see why he wouldn't."
"Oh god," the ghoul rolled her dark purple eyes. "A little egotistical, aren't we? A little too confident, don't you think?"
"Well, you either want me suicidal, or overly confident." The Avatar answered, once again sipping his milkshake. The ghoul looked away awkwardly, recalling memories from last year when they were eighth graders. Her shoulders slumped as she remembered how her best friend tried committing suicide, she remember how he had been being teased and bullied because he had been gay. She bit her lip, looking up at him with concerned eyes.
"Well…I'd rather have you overly-confident. So…promise me that stuff like last year won't happen again, 'kay?" she said, worried.
The Avatar blinked up to her, clueless as if he had no idea what she'd been talking about. He took his lips from the pink and white straw. "Yeah, I promise. So no worries this year, got it?"
"Got it." the ghoul said with a pleased nod and a wide caring smile.
*{Quick Notice!}
Alright, so, I have made this new story and all, and I've found the perfect model for my Avatar male OC. So: hopefully if you guys don't mind doing a little bit of site-searching, I would like you to go here-
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All you have to do is erase the blanks!
But if you don't see the link!~
Please visit my DeviantArt channel to see the model, my name is:
Oniriri-chan
So yeah, this is The End of my intro! Please look out for the very first chapter, so excited! LOL~