I don't the Santa Clause or any of its characters. However, I do own Isabelle. Just so you all know, this was inspired by my hatred of movies with perfect cheerleader popular blond girls that everybody loves. It's about time goth girls got to be the pretty ones. Plus, goth girls are usually a lot nicer. There, are you happy Disney? Does it make you feel better that I gave you your precious credit? Anyway, this is for you, Miss Northrop, my art teacher. You have taught me so much and will teach me so much more.

Chapter 1

For some reason, Curtis was in a bad mood.

Bernard didn't know why. He just suspected that Curtis was having a bad day and moved on. But Curtis acted like he wanted Bernard to ask him why he was in such a bad mood. Eventually Curtis just got mad and started kicking a doll house. Bernard just gave Curtis what he wanted before the doll house fell apart.

"Why are you so mad? Or sad? Or whatever?" he asked.

"Out of all people who signed up for the job, he chose her," Curtis whined, completely ignoring Bernard.

"Um…" Bernard said, slightly confused by what Curtis said.

"Have you ever heard Judy talk about my sister, Isabelle?" Curtis asked.

"Uh… yeah, I think she might have mentioned her."

"Well," Curtis continued. "Santa finally chose the elf to take up the new Supervisor of Present Making job, and of course he chose Isabelle."

"And you're upset about that, why?" Bernard asked.

"She's so annoying!" he cried. "Plus, she's goth. Who's ever heard of a goth Christmas elf? Oh, here comes Santa."

Scott Calvin, a.k.a. Santa Clause, walked up behind them. Instead of the traditional red suit everyone thinks Santa wears all of the time, he was wearing just regular, average person clothes.

"Hi, guys! Oh, Bernard, have you met the new elf Isabelle yet? She's Curtis' sister, so I bet he has told you a lot about her."

Curtis mumbled something.

"Come on," Scott said. "This way."

Scott, Bernard, and Curtis walked up to an elf house, the house that belonged to Curtis and his sister. A noise blared into their ears; the sound of drums and ACDC music.

Scott opened the door, and he and the two elves walked in. A young girl sat near a TV. She was playing Rock Band on the drums, and she had it on extreme level. And she was doing good. No more than good. Great.

Curtis was right- she was goth. As goth as a vampire. The only red and green on her was the two chains on her black knee-length elf dress. Her hat showed the sidebangs of her raven colored hair, which had streaks of gold in it. Her face was very pale like a vampire, too.

That wasn't what Bernard was seeing. He thought she was, well, gorgeous. He didn't care that she was goth. He did care that she was beautiful, as beautiful as an angel.

So he said something real intelligent;

"Um…hi."

Isabelle held out her hand. "Hi," she said kindly. "I'm Isabelle. And you are?"

"Bernard." He shook her hand, hoping that he wasn't as red as Curtis' ears got when he was embarrassed. " So… how old are you?" he asked awkwardly.

"1,299. My birthday's in January." Isabelle answered.

"I'm 1,300." Bernard smiled. She was only a year younger than him. Then he noticed that she was staring at him. Bernard blushed. He knew that he was the color of embarrassed Curtis' ears, now.

*Chapter 2 is coming up… I'm going to have more than 10 chapters for sure.*