Sorry if I make a bunch of mistakes, just point them out for me and I'll fix them right away.
(Harriet's POV)
I stood in front of the building, my heart beating nervously as I hesitantly approached the doors. What if I mess up? What if I'm in the wrong place? I glanced down at the paper in my hand, looking over the invitation and its seal. The MH seal matched the one over the doorway.
Taking in a deep breath, I forced my legs to move. The doors grew larger within every step I took. A lump swelled in my throat as I tugged the collar or my thick, dark red sweater. Just as I was about to touch the handle of the door, I felt a hand take my arm.
"Harriet, are you okay?" Harley asked.
"I'm fine, just worried" I replied.
My name was Harriet and I know what your thinking, what's going on? I'm attending a school but not an ordinary one; it's a school for monsters. I was a monster too but a different type. I had long, furried ears that reached my lower back from the top of my head, a small cotton tail, timid-looking claws, a little twitchy nose and slight fur that ran all along my body. In other words, I looked like a rabbit-humanoid. Usually, I wore a dark-red sweater, worn-out sneakers, baggy jeans and glasses with thick lenses.
My twin sister, Harley, looked exactly like me but without glasses, tighter clothes and with jewelry. While she more of the short-tempered, protective and eager one, I was the shy, timid and embarrassed girl that practically never talked. We might have had the same type of body but our attitudes were completely different.
We entered the school known as Monster High and glanced around with surprise. When we heard that there would be monsters, we thought that it'd just be a few of them but the hallways were packed!
For once, we weren't given looks of confusion or disgust, yet smiles of greetings. Instead of feeling the joys of being accepted, I was frightened. All my life, I was hated and outcasted as well as my sister for being different. The only way we could go to regular schools was never hurt or even threaten anyone else and to keep our claws trimmed. Though Harley only had a few friends, she still kept her head up while mine was down, hung low in self hatred and loneliness. My only question was when would they see the screw-up I always have been?
This is just the prologue.