Cleo strutted down the hallway in front of all of her loyal subjects. Some smiling and waving, others, mostly Clawdeen scowling and rolling their eyes. She blew kisses and waved back as she made her way to her locker. As she opened it a note fell to her feet. She picked the note expecting the usual, either a girl begging to be on the cheer squad or a guy begging her for a date.

'I hope you had a good time this summer,

I sure did'

She quickly folded the letter in half multiple times and shoved it into her purse. She knew exactly what it meant and who it was about. For a moment the note made her smile but she immediately thought about the consequences of her actions. Clawdeen and Draculaura soon approached Cleo, Clawdeen being reluctantly dragged by Draculaura.

"Hey Cleo, did you have a good summer in Greece?" Draculaura excitedly beamed. "I bet you saw so many hot guys,"

Cleo sighed. "Yeah, so many.."

"Must be nice, I was stuck on a rickety boat touching worms all day" Clawdeen tutted.

"Yikes, yeah your brother told me you weren't having fun," Cleo coughed at the thought.

Clawdeen rolled her eyes once more. "Yeah I forgot you and Clawd are besties now" She tutted. "I'm surprised you even got in that car this morning, I thought it wouldn't be up to your standards,"

While Cleo wouldn't have said it to his face Clawdeen wasn't wrong. Clawd's old car wasn't exactly luxurious, nor should it have been road legal. But Cleo understood that the car itself had been a hand down from their dad so she didn't really feel comfortable being honest about it's condition.

"I guess you could call it retro," She giggled trying not to sound stuck-up. "Besides I'm not interested in Clawd for his car, I like uh his umm"

"Definitely not those god awful mutton chops," Clawdeen howled.

"At least he can grow facial hair," Draculaura chuckled in her high pitch cadence.

The girls formed a three way line and strutted off towards the girls bathroom. They stood hogging the mirrors even through Draculaura couldn't see herself. Clawdeen would fix Draculaura's makeup and hair for her instead. The bathroom stalls were all empty but one. When Clawdeen checked underneath she couldn't see any feet touching the ground. She banged on the door as loud as she could.

"I don't think anyone's in there," She stated. "I gotta go to the library so I'll catch up with you guys in class,"

After Clawdeen abruptlyleft Draculaura and Cleo continued to apply their makeup and adjust their clothes. Cleo couldn't stop thinking about the note in her purse. It felt like it was burning a hole in her bag. She sighed deeply.

"Drac can I tell you something?" Cleo turned to her looking distressed.

"Oh my ghoul are you coming out to me?" She immediately jumped to.

"What!- No!" Cleo defended. "It's about Clawd and someone else.."

"A girl?" Draculaura continued.

Cleo stomped the ground with her heel. "No Draculaura a guy" she grunted. "I met up with a guy while I was in Greece, and he goes to school here, and I can't tell Clawdeen because she'll have my head on a spike"

Draculaura with her jaw hung open and eyes widely lit immediately grabbed Cleo's shoulders. "Cleo you naughty ghoul," she teased. "But wow poor Clawd,"

Cleo sighed once more but this time out of sympathy. "Yeah I know, he's a nice guy but we just don't click like me and this other guy did," Cleo screwed the note into a ball and threw it into the grey trash can. "I know I should break up with him, but Nefera told my dad that I was dating the basketball captain and he seemed so proud of me and-"

Draculaura grabbed Cleo tightly. "I get it, you're not the only person with an incredibly overbearing dad," Draculaura grabbed Cleo's hand. "C'mon let's ask Ghoulia, she always knows what to do,"

"She'll probably just tell me to do the right thing and tell them both the truth, she's no fun!" Cleo huffed as Drac dragged her out of the bathroom.

As the two exited the room a pair of purple boots lowered through the bottom space of the stall. It swung open with a thud against the wall and a gangly pale figure floated out. She had long purple hair that trailed further than her body length. Her eyes were wide and had no whites, only a misty purple glow to them. She giggled to herself as she realised the perfect crime was laid right infront of her. Gently picking the note out of the trash she saw the boys poor scrawl of a confession.

'Cleo De Nile the queen of being vile'

This was perfect. Finally someone had some real tangible evidence to strike Cleo from her throne. Cleo begging on her knees felt like the ultimate power move. She knew she had to make quick work of this. She promptly floated away into the ceiling, continuing to cackle as she did.