UPDATE: I am such an idiot. How did I not even notice that chapter repeated itself. Anyway chapter three should be coming soon.

Sorry for this taking 5,000 years but it's finally here! Chapter two! In return I made this chapter a bit longer than the last and I will give you the bio of one of the few EAH OCs this story will include at the end of the chapter. Also all the 'freaking', 'crap', and etc seen... Just kind of imagine them as the worser M rated versions as Jovie is partially based off a friend of mine with a mouth of a sailor.

Edit: Now proofread by myself hours later, I find this to be the best method.


Chapter 2: An Ugly Truth

Jovie's POV

I can hardly do a thing with these claws of mine! It's just so… RAWR! I've already snagged onto my orange cream plaid shirt and black tank seven times today and Rotter's class hasn't even freaking started. I arrived to class early hoping Rotter was in the room, it was shut locked once I dashed there. Goth damn it all! I need to go Bloodgood, but still be freaking accounted for! I roared in my head as I pounded on the door. I felt myself naturally slide against the wall until I was sitting on the floor with my books on my lap. I sat alone in the bumbling and fumbling hallway filling with burbling and chortling as more and more monsters made their way galumphing. I could care less for their unlives of daily gossip and crap, especially now more than ever. I wanted to know who that Milton Grimm guy was.

I opened up my book 'How to Avoid Being Spotted by Humans' textbook, it's where I stuck the damned letter. Why would some school with an even cornier name than one I was attending specially want an offspring of a Jabberwocky, especially considering how I was even conceived… the one mad thing in Wonderland that didn't mean insane. I grunted as I lightly clawed the paper with my index finger as heard a certain kind of footstep coming. It wasn't the average kind you'd hear in Monster High. It was a click-clack of heels or the squeak of casketball sneakers… I was Mr. Rotter's loafers.

"Ms. Wocky, what are you doing in class so early in the morning?" he yawned down at me as he hitched the key into the lock and open the door. I got up groggily standing much higher than he. Sure he was about one-eighty-eight centimeters or six-foot-two, I was ten centimeters bigger than him, or six-foot-six. I was a giant to everyone except actual giants and fairly lanky for my height. "So what brings you here Jovie?" he asked as he placed his brown bag onto his desk and started pulling out papers, books, and all that crap.

"Actually, er, Rotter… mister… I need to visit Bloodgood's office could I go stop by a bit after class starts so I'm considered to be in class and cr-r-r-junk!?" I asked him with some odd form of fear.

"Why would you of all students want to visit our Headmistress? I've sent you there far too many times in your career here Jovie," he replied back to me with a harsh edge like a freshly sharpened dagger.

"I don't think you quite understand!" I exclaimed as I pounded my fist onto his desk a tad bit hard as the corner it hit broke off the rest of his wooden desk. I just let it fall, if I didn't act sorry maybe he'd have actually sent to be her freaking office.

"Jovie Wocky, would you please stop demanding to ask you teens say… 'ditch' my class," he growled at me as he slammed his books down on the desk like he was trying to create an earthquake.

"I don't think I've ever even tried to leave this classroom unless it was the nurse. You can't just deny me the choice to go see our school's…" I started to argue as the bell rang over my voice as if on cue for his own personal needs.

"Now take a seat Ms. Wocky," he spat at me. I couldn't even tell if it was on purpose or not and I really didn't give a damn. I just needed to get to Bloodgood's office.

I scanned over to see who was entering the room that Rotter would trust… Sadie Skeletol was too lost in the world around her to be good enough… Operetta was too hardy and rebellious… Damon was a freaking demon, you can't trust them… The fearleading team was on his bad side for whatever reason in the world… JINAFIRE! She always rubbed me off as that extremely strict Asian chick that was very dedicated to her studies. How could you not trust someone like that when your teacher-man?

"Please… I'll have Bloodgood call you when I get there. If she doesn't call in fifteen minutes you can have Jinafire Long over there go out and find me. She's been here long enough to traverse the school. Please man, I need to go!" I pleaded; bringing myself down a level I hated reaching. I made me seem needy and weak in my opinion and I hated it.

"Operetta!" he bellowed, barely getting her attention as she was likely writtin' some song 'bout how light blind her or 'bout being a homewreckin' rockabilly rebel.

" Wah!" she nearly jumped out of 'er own skin "Pardon, what didjya need?"

"When I tell you to, go looking for Ms. Wocky even if you must go into the catacombs. That is what I needed of you," Mr. Rotter demanded firmly causing her to have a face filled with shock "Ten minutes maximum, that or Bloodgood's office calls me. I'll write you a pass Mr. Wocky, but this is a onetime occurrence if I make myself clear…" he spoke in a hushed form of irritation, if that's what'd you call it, as he practically scribbled on the pink slip of paper. I knew they were supposed to be the school colors 'n' crap, but it'd always make me feel like I'd been fired from me job as a student.

He slid the slip over and without tryin' me right index claw just decided to pin it on for easy carryin'.

I stood 'n' waited by the auditorium and groaned to myself "Where are ya Elps…" and to my delight-

"Sorry, it's always a pain to get out of there. Bloodgood's office is just across the way. You have the letter right?" she came running, or was it walking, I can't tell, over to me. Her letter was clenched into her hand as tight as corset I'd bet. Her hair was in that same a typical pixie as she goes on calling it, a black halter dress with an almost but not quite pencil skirt, and stark black saddle shoes with heels (which probably had some white before she went on painting it). "Knowing how much that woman trusts us we'd better have both."

"Don't worry Elps, I gots it," I fumbled into my pockets to pull out the dammed slip. Crap, it snagged again.

"Okay, okay, great, that's swell…" she stress spoke "Let's do thing or drown trying," she strived towards Bloodgood's office.

"It's just entering an office for Goth's sake!" I yelped as her before catching up. By the time I reach her… Her hand was on the sliver knob slowly turning to open. I saw Raquel Stone, Bloodgood's new and young secretarial replacement after that Crabgrass incident. Her hair was a wavy teal and almost in her face as she clicked away on the desktop computer and she wore a basic work suit with the school colors: black, white, pink, and blue. It was pretty obvious she was a Monster High graduate from the 80s or somethin'.

"Elpie, Jovie…" we were regular visitors if you don't remember "What do you two do this time?" she giggles as she turned to face us. Her bright sky eyes flashed open to talk more with us. "You two can take a seat, I'll let her know you two are here so she can assign your-"

"Wait missus! Elps and I are here for different reasons, our own choice. We need ta ask her so questions. Thanks very much," I plopped down into one of those somewhat uncosy plush chairs with the wooden arms often seen in school offices.

"Oh! Uh! Okay, I'll notify her immediately," she stood up and opened up the the door to Bloodgood's office only a tiny crack and spoke softly "Jovie Wocky and Eplidia West are here to see on their own request," she whispered. I couldn't hear Bloodgood's response, but I saw her leave the door open and move to her chair. "I'll call Mr. Rotter for you Jovie, you two may go in."

I moved myself back onto me feet as Elpie worked her way into the office.

"Bloodgood, you'll likely know if this is legitimate or not," I could her Elpie slam the sheet of paper onto the desk before I could even work my way in a close the door. Her office was purple and filled with bookcases. Her horse nightmare was to the corner and gave me a snuff as a walked in. Bloodgood's head rested on her desk as her body sat professionally in her chair.

"I am also here with one!" I exclaimed with jubilee; that's how you gotta act in front of a woman running such an establishment as a school. Elpie helped remove the letter off my left thumb and onto the desk as she was reading Elpie's letter.

"Milton Grimm… Ever After High… I know our own Chariclo Arganthone Cupid is supposed to be transferring there at the end of the quarter under her father's request. I also knew a Giles Grimm many years ago. Our views were different yet the same when it came to helping bring up a new generation, but apparently his views conflicted with his brother's greatly. Sadly I see his brother is still in charge. You two may go visit under parental consent, but I expect to be notified as to if you do choose to go there or not," she spoke as she then took me own letter with the holes everywhere.

"Well I was actually considering going for an experience, but I-" Elpie started to speak until Bloodgood interrupted her.

"Sorry for my impoliteness here, however, I wasn't finished. Don't be surprised if the school and its students treat you unfairly. The school is mostly normie dominated so green skin and dragon scales aren't exactly a good thing, especially since you both are…" Bloodgood started to trail off.

"No good crooks out to murder the protagonist due to the stories they were told since their own damn infancy?" I shouted, my mind tracing back to thoughts of my father.

"Watch your language!" Bloodgood shouted back at me as she stood up and grabbed her freakin' head to put on "You are right though" she cooled down briefly and rested her shoulders. "They think of you just as the regular normies do so visit at your own risk."


As I said last chapter, I love to see some r&r throughout the story and I hope you are enjoying so far. Next chapter will introduce to POV of Nessarine East. Now is time for the EAH OC's bio: Ozzy the Great and Powerful

Ozni "Ozzy the Great and Powerful" Diggs

Son of the Wizard of Oz

Rebel

Parent's Story: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz and other tales

Roommate: Marcel Hare

Secret Heart's Desire: One day I'm supposed to send off Louise Gale off to kill the Witch, but I don't want to be such a coward as to send an innocent young lady to do what I feel should be my bidding. I want to kill the Wicked Witch of the West.

My "Magic" Touch: I kind of have this knack for inventing things. My dad basically made the mobile phone so I guess it's in my genes.

Storybook Romantic Status: Being in a school dominated my princesses you'd think I'd like someone, right? Wrong. They're all fine and dandy and I have my own fun with them, but there's no one I'd even consider being my girlfriend.

"Oh Curses!" Moment: I sometimes tend to let my ego grow bigger than I actually am; people tend to peak behind my secret curtain way too much.

Favorite Subject: Magicology, even if the only tricks I manage to pull off are the "Is this your card?" types.

Least Favorite Subject: Drama, I can play myself out to be great and powerful… But then I forget my line or something and I ruin the entire show.

Best Friends Forever After: Lindy South is one of those best friends from preschool situations, but otherwise I just come off as "that guy who wants to be intimidating, but he's just a fake" so few even give me a chance of friendship… Except Lindy.

I will say 100% Marcel Hare will be in the story as well, but Louise Gale will not be in it and Lindy South will maybe be in it. ;)