New Salem was a town where both monsters and humans lived. They didn't actually co-exist together since monsters lived on one side of the city and humans on the other. Jackson Jekyll was one of the few human beings to ever talk to monsters because his mother had sent him to Monster High, which was, as implied, a high school exclusively for monsters. His mother, Dr. Sidney Jekyll, daughter of Dr. Henry Jekyll, was teaching science in Monster High, and it was the main reason why he was going there to school.

The other reason is that he, himself, was a monster. A freak would probably be the right term for him but he just couldn't call himself anything else. When the music got too loud, he would blackout. And when he would wake up, he couldn't remember anything. Two years ago, his mother had finally admitted to him that he was struck with the "family curse" of a Jekyll sharing his body with a Hyde.

He wasn't a child, but he wasn't willing to share his body with someone else, let alone someone he didn't know. But anyway, it wasn't as if he could do anything to cure this. He was going to spend his entire life fainting and waking up not knowing what Holt - it was the other's name - had done with his body.

He was - they were - seventeen now. And he liked going to high school. He liked science, like his mother, and he mastered the subject. He had friends, famous friends, like the daughter of Frankenstein, Frankie, who could be considered as his best friend, not that he really was looking for having a girl as a friend. She could be special sometimes, and he used to freak out when she would lose an arm in a sudden move. His best friend, Deuce, was the son of Medusa, the gorgon. Once, Deuce petrified him because he had lost his glasses while playing casketball - it was only basketball but this school had the weird tendency to change regular stuff into a spooky name to remind them that they were monsters. So he had friends that lose body parts and could petrify people if they weren't wearing sunglasses. What could possibly be wrong with him?

He didn't have any human friends, but he loved to skate in the human part of New Salem. He had tried to skate in the monster part but the skulls and bones inside of the skate park had dissuaded him within seconds. Jackson used to skate at least a good hour per day, after school, before going back home. He and his mother lived in the human part, so he rarely invited his friends over, but he enjoyed going to Deuce's greek house.

Jackson wasn't shy or something but he didn't talk much. He loved to watch people, how they moved, talked, reacted. He loved to analyze people, after all, it was science! He didn't talk to Deuce about anything else than skate or casketball, and it seemed fine with the snake-haired boy - yes, his best friend had snakes instead of hair. Deuce, however, talked about many subjects, mostly about his girlfriend, Cleo. Cleo was the daughter of the Mummy. She was, let's say, precious. Jackson didn't hate her but he certainly didn't like her either. She had this unbearable tendency to cut people as they were talking and interfere in any conversation without asking prior. Deuce found her pretty and smart, and he said he loved her confidence. Jackson rolled his eyes every time he started voicing his love for the Egyptian girl. Most of the time, he would pretend to have something urgent awaiting him before Deuce will mention his girlfriend's secret talents. Urgh. He would rather die than picture his best friend in bed with a Mummy.

One day, he had wanted to kill himself when Frankie had asked him to bring something to Cleo's house for her. Because Frankie was a cheerleader - sorry, fearleader - and Cleo was the team captain. Frankie asked him because she had to train or Cleo would fire her from the team, to which Jackson had sighed, and she absolutely had to give her last grades to Cleo because the princess would only pick great students in her team.

At this moment he wondered why he had befriended Frankie, but he remembered she had done much for him since he joined Monster High and he didn't have the balls to tell her no. So he had taken her folder full of grades he assumed were far beyond the average necessary and had skated till the ground was only sand and he knew he was on the right way.

It was hot in this region of New Salem, and he had to take his sweatshirt off after walking for over five minutes in the tropical area of the town. He knew where Cleo lived because it wasn't really far away from Deuce's place but he'd never came here before. After a few more minutes of walking, he stood small in front of a magnificent palace, which was even bigger than the school. The moon was rising in the sky and the lights and candles were illuminating the castle. He had to cross a wooden bridge to reach the tall entrance which was guarded by two black marble wolves. Jackson knocked, waited, and got inside despite the lack of an answer. He thought that maybe he hadn't been heard because of the size of the palace.

The palace's interior was tall, and the walls were all ivory and everything. There were many columns in the entrance room, it reminded him of those present at Deuce's house. He wasn't used to feeling small, especially since he was taller than his friends, only Clawd Wolf, a partner in casketball, was a head taller than him. He really didn't know what to do or where to go. Should he put the folder in the entrance table and leave this place like a thief, knowing that Cleo would probably not see the files and would fire Frankie because of him. Or should he go even further and give the folder in-person to Cleo.

Jackson didn't even have the time to think more about this because the choice offered itself to him when a figure emerged from two columns and asked him who he was.

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