Chp1Basic Blue 101

Really quick: Shelly's name has been changed to Aquaria! Tell me what you think! Enjoy~

Aquaria Webber strutted into the school building, walking with her back curved in such a way that supported her B cup breasts as her long legs fell one in front of the other, she yawned loudly, sketching her back tall as she lifted her lengthy arms in the air and allowed her mouth to sketch widely, shutting her eyes tightly as her chest lifted and fell. Today she'd been dressed to impress, feeling more comfortable with her look. Today, unlike yesterday, she felt confident in the she dressed, as if having been a whole new woman. She cat walked through the lively hallway of Monster High filled with chatty students wearing a white and black stripped transparent button-up shirt that had ended above her navel, red jeans that had zippers for pocket, clung to her long slender legs and left no room for wrinkles, her long black two buttons jacket that had sleeved that ended on her forearm and went to her thighs that she'd purposely left openly because she was too lazy to button the actual buttons, and her favorite trendy and in-fashion-now black Pedro Garcia Toe Ring flat sandals (*Feel free to Google them if you want to see the actual shoes – I think they are just fabulous!). Around her thick hips and looped through the place-holders on her clingy red slim jeans was a bottle cap belt that buckled together as if it had been a seatbelt and around her long neck was a tight plain black chocker and a hanging silver dog-tag necklace. On her delicate wrists had been bracelets of all sorts. Her right arm began with multiple colored bracelets made of string and from there were multiple colored bracelets made of buttons, beads, and rubber. There were also bracelets on both arms made of shells and paperclips. The teacher had been sure why, but today she felt her accessories had been her greatest of allies. She smirked, feeling cool as the silver belly button ring gleamed from the morning sunlight. For amusement, she wiggled her nose to make the 3D thick square black glasses on the bridge of her nose move. She allowed herself a soft giggle as she rested her hands in her all too long black somewhat tuxedo jacket pockets.
The air today felt cooling against her blue scaled skin.

"Aquaria…Webber." A voice said. It had the accent of someone that was from Romania. Ms. Webber spun around, causing her blue fin-hair to gently splash around, creating small bubbles in her helmet-tank. She blinked, not recognizing the elder manster.
"Yes?" she said with a blank expression behind her 3D Normie glasses. Her eyes blinked with curiosity as she stared at the rather tall monster. His hair had been a few dingy discolored shades from white, short, but trendy, while his eyebrows were a purple-black. His skin was the color of an undead blue and his eyes the color of a haunting dark green. Within the depths of his face were great cheekbones.
"I am Mr. Rotter, your Teacher-Mentor." He said, rolling his R's.
Aquaria nodded, walking over to the undead Romania teacher. She offered a friendly up bright and early good-morning smile, reaching out her hand. "Oh yes, I remember you for sure! You teach dead languages, correct?"
"Yes, that is correct." He said, his accent thick as he shook her thin, small hand firmly. "I am sorry that I could not greet you sooner. Yesterday I was out with a cold. Please excuse my rudeness, Ms. Webber."
"Its fine," Aquaria said, putting a hand to his worn somewhat brown coat as she gave him a wink. "I'm just glad to finally meet you now. Better late than never, right?"
"Yes, that would seem so." He replied, giving her a small smile.
"Good to know," she said, flashing a thumps-up before turning off and leaving. She lifted her hand, signaling her leave with a wave as she walked off. "I'll catch you later, I've got a class to teach."
"Until it is lunch then." Mr. Rotter called out, waving back as if she could see him. He quickly put down his arm, embarrassed and turning red. He made his way through crowds of students, going in the opposite direction to his classroom.
As Aquaria approached her classroom, she pulled out the golden key. Once the door was unlocked, she walked inside, shutting the door again behind her. She began to write on the board, mumbling to herself as she wrote. The gills on her neck sucked in the fresh water surrounding the inside of her water-tank, causing her to feel as if she had been bathing in a bath. She enjoyed the refreshing, uplifting feeling it gave her. Her scales tingled in delight.

Basic Blue 101

The Study of the Sea

"What does it take for every organism that's got the blues?" –Notes

Aquaria yawned again for the thousandth time today, blinking and batting her eyes as she paused from cleaning off her chalkboard.
"What a job..." She stated, rolling her head around to crack her neck.
Mr. Where coughed up a slight laugh as he took a seat on her desk. "Yes, I believe I can relate to that, my dear Aquaria. This is a job suited for the manliest of men, is it not?"
She rolled her stiff shoulders around. They had been aching all day…
"If not us, then whom?" she questioned as she finished cleaning the board.
Mr. Where shrugged at her teasingly. "The gods of Roman times, perhaps?"
"Wouldn't that be quite lovely?" she said, resting on her desk as well. She leaned back against Mr. Where' allowing her helmet-tank of water to fall back on his shoulder. He didn't complain of its weight as she had often done. "Is it always going to be this tiring?"
"Most likely, my dear. We have grown quite too old to nurture such young people. I do believe all your pains will worsen over time." He said pointedly, as if knowing the experience.
She sighed loudly, causing bubble to surface and rise around her. "I must be really in for it, aren't I?"
"My old friend, I can only give you my honest of answers." Mr. Where replied, cleaning his small golden rimmed glasses against his faded orange scarf. "And that answer, would be yes. We are all in for it, whatever it may or may not be."
Ms. Webber giggled. "You and all your philological answers, really. It'll never get old, no matter how much I age."
" Yes, well, that's a given, is it not?" Mr. Where asked, a smile charming his aging face behind the bandages around his invisible skin.

Sorry guys this is all I've got so far, and I'm too lazy to type more… Too busy watching Trollz (my favorite show when I was little) and thinking up a new story!~
Anyway, sorry since it's so short, hoped you liked it anyway! Can't say that I'll be focusing on this story too much, I feel a little weird writing it…