~Canine~
I suppose I should be surprised how long it took for me to remember that this year I would be attending Monster High with my older siblings. I beleive the teachers at the junior high never bothered to acknowledge I wasn't supposed to be there since I was unfortunately a notoriously good student. I guess the school hearse driver didn't notice since I'd taken the same hearse last year. He probably noticed when he didn't see me...I hope he wasn't very worried by that...Anyway, my parents didn't know until The Headless Headmistress called and told them I'd been absent for a long time. Unfortunately she called on a friday after I'd gone to school so I didn't get to say goodbye. It sucked, but I couldn't fight my parents.
The sound of my alarm at six in the morning wasn't a new occurance. I wake up and immediately hear the overwhelming sound of rushing water. All my older siblings must've woken up and gone directly into the bathrooms to shave. I get up and almost trip over my blankets. When I stand back up, I notice my reflection. My hair is a huge poof of tangles and my face is already semi-doggish with fur. Whimpering I dash to the nearest bathroom and pound on the door.
"Occupied!" Clawdeen shouts, making me even more annoyed. Not bothering to try to find a different bathroom, I stalk to Howleen and her's shared room and start rifling through her clothes. I don't quite know why I chose Clawdeen to get back on, my older siblings almost always dump on me and my fellow 14-year-olds...but I didn't think rationally. I manage to find a nice belt then run back to my and Maulissa's room. I notice my twin sister is shaving herself, using water from multiple glasses. Of course! I run down to the kitchen then back up to begin shaving myself. After that's done and I'm dressed, I go down stairs and sling my back pack over my shoulder. Its heavy with hand-me-down binders and the like. I don't bother to wait for my siblings, I simply run out of the house to wait for the school hearse. I'll admit it, I am sorta exicted. High school is supposed to be the best years of your life. True, Dex doesn't think that, but I hear positive things from Clawdeen. I bounce on the tips of my toes in anticipation. My shoes sneaks groan in protest, but I ignore them.
I walk slowly compared to my friend, feeling as if I have a tail and it is tucked up between my legs. There is a lot of chatter in the crowded hallway, but what I seem to notice the most is the click-clack of high-heeled shoes. My own shoes, sensible but worn-out sneaks, are silent by comparison. I believe I am the only one in this school who wears sneaks, or ballet flats. Even Dex wears her skull boots more often than not. I think my older sister's feet are molded to her shoes, she wears them so often. In fact I even notice her walking on tip-toe with them off at times. But enough rambling. I gently grab onto Dex's arm for support as I realize where we're heading. Clawdeen will be pissed when she see me wearing her belt. I was an idiot for picking it, and even dumber for keeping it on. At least Dexter isn't complaining about me holding onto her arm, which is soothing.
"Oi there, UlaD!" I hear her chirp, her almost-perpetually-sarcastic tone as clipping as ever. I peer up through my bangs and look at Draculaura. The silence is bliss, and I feel the need to congratulate my friend. She's done what she thought was impossible, left her cousin speechless.
"Oh, my god, what a surprise. It's great to see you Dexter! You didn't tell me you were coming to Monster High!" And with that, the impossible is over. I smile regardless. It was fun while it lasted.
"I know, I wanted ta surprise ya." My friend smirks, smoothing her hair. I nod, not speaking. Draculaura smiles, but I can tell it's forced. She doesn't hate her cousin, but the fact Dex drinks blood is hard on her. I could understand, if I was a vegan. But that's against my very nature.
"Well I'm certainly surprised! See you later, Cousin!" She squeaks, before running off. I grin at my friend, happy that her cousin wasn't going to stay and talk our ears off and that my sister wasn't with her.
Of course, I smell her before I see her. I rush to take the belt off and shove it at Dex who slips it into the back of her skirt.
"Hey Clawdeen!" I smile, feigning innocence the best I can. She doesn't appear to know about her belt so I relax.
"Hey Clawrissa." She nods, "You seen Draculaura?" I twirl my hair around a finger, trying not to let on how relieved I am.
"Yea, she went ta class." Dex says before I can. My sister nods again before leaving. Once I can no longer smell her, I take the belt back and put it on. That's when the singal to start heading to class howls, making me cover my ears. GOD, I wish they would change those, and I haven't even gone here that long!
~Dexter~
For the most part, classes are rarely anything to comment on. The real highlight of my first day back in school was lunch at the cafeteria. Only everyone here called it a creepateria. God only knows why. I noticed already that the school was so plagued by puns, I suspect it was started by a punster. Guess that's the local dialect. Oh well. I sit with Clawrissa who was shivering like a chiuaua. I follow her eyes, then burst out laughing.
"Oh Canine! Don't tell me you're crushing already!" I snicker. Her face practically changes from cafe au lait to bright red. I slurp my blood shake to keep from embarassing her more.
"I don't know why I'm even bothering have a crush. He has a girlfriend, and she's exponentionally more beautiful than me..." My friend whimpers, her ears drooping.
"First off, tha's bull. You're a lovely girl. Second, do you forget who you're friends with, my dear? if you want, I can glamor him for you." I say, brushing away the hair she always combs over her eyes which widen at my offer.
"Are you serious? That wouldbe fake and worse then simple unrequited lust!" Her voice comes out in a harsh squeak, hurting both of our ears. I grimace and sigh. She has a point, I start to scan the cantine for something else to talk about. Then, I see her, a girl with kelly green skin and black-and-white hair. i recognize her design and shake myhead.
"I might be wrong, but I think Dr. Frankenstein's at it again, playing god and whatnot." I sigh, as Cane follows my gaze.
"Oh!...Uh, who's that?" She tilts her head. I resist laughing at hyer once more. It was hard when those ears conjured images of those funny videos of dogs you see almost everywhere.
"I forgot you're rather young, Canine. 'E's just an old mad scientist is'all. I explain, fluffing my hair for something to do. My borrowed earring bumps my hand faintly, making me grin. If there was anything me and 'laura agreed on, it was how to use safety pins other than as means of securing clothing.
"Ahhh...That Frankenstein...Are you going to the dance friday?" She mumbles absently, making sure her face is as covered by her dark chestnut hair as possible. I look around, assuming someone is looking at her wrong. Deuce's head faces us, but his sunglasses made it hard to tell who he was looking at. Just incase, I stare defiantly back.
"Possibly, depends." I say, debating in my head wether or not to glamour him anyway. Not to make him like Cane, but simply prove he actually was looking this way.
"Well I will if you are..." My friend nods, finally starting to eat. I turn back to her, deciding it isn't worth it.
"Who do you think you're looking at...uh, name?"A voice suddenly snarls at me. If I were a human, I would've been shocked as hell, but instead I knew the speaker was there. I turn to face her cooly, my signature sarcastic smile plastered on my face to hide my utter annoyance.
"Dexter, and I belive I was just looking at a friend." I say, voice level. This Egyptian chick stares me down, looking angry.(and constipated)
"No I didn't mean that, comoner. Earlier." She spits, forcing me closer to the edge.
"Excuse you, but I am no commoner! And why the hell do you care who I look at? We don't even know each other." I grind out from between clenched teeth, my cockney accent slowly disappearing.
"Of course you're a commoner! Clearly you have no idea who you're talking to! I am Cleo, the crown princess of a five thousand year old dynasty!" She says this while moving her hand in a cliched way I've only seen in movies. Unable to help it, I loose my cool completely and stand up, staring her down due to my height.
"Are you a bloody moron? Or am I speaking to fast for you? We. Do not. Know. Each. Other. And for that matter, I don't give a SHIT who the fuck you are, but you must be the Mummy's daughter, you're certinly slow as one!" I snarl, all traces of my fake accent gone, replaced by one that's clearly Transylvanian. Cleo stumbles back a little, clearly scared like most people when I break out the old accent. Then she scowls, pissing me off.
"You were staring at my boyfriend. Don't let me catch you doing it again, new girl." She says, voice not shaking at all. I must respect her ability to hide her fear. Once the girl is gone, I sit back down. I don't bother to care about the rest of my lunch, unfortunately still pissed. The rest of the day didn't matter to me.