Full credit goes to the creators of Monster High.
Finally, my mother is trasfering me to some preppy school named Monster High. I don't like preppy but, it has the name Monster so, I hope I have a slight chance that I'll fit in. BTW, my name is Reanna, Reanna Reaper. Surprised? I thought so. I am the daughter of the Grim Reaper. I was born on Día de Muertos, aka Day of the Dead. I have pale skin that resembles the color of bones. My black hair acts as a vail to cover my empty brown eyes. As a child I was teased because of how I looked and acted. Not to mention I was far more intelligant then those Normies. People think that my dad is evil or the ultimate sign of evil but, he's not. Infact, he kinda awesome. He's just one of the many reapers that help out when angels are too busy. Depending on your personality, the reapers either send you to Heaven or...Hell. Of course nobody knows about reapers except for their imidiate family. So, here I am standing infront of the large wooden doors of Minster High, praying that my life would be better once I step inside. Okay, here goes.
As I left the Office, I walked cautiously through the crowd of RADs. They had all kinds of them. There were fairies,weretigers,werewolfs,mummies,zombies,and not to mention ghosts. I think I'm gonna like it here. "Seeing all these RADs in one place is so.....so-"
"Voltage." came a high pitched voice. I turned to see a gurl with green skin stiches around her elbows and knees. "Frankie Stein, at your servise." she said with a giggle. "Reanna Reaper." I replied, smiling. Some-how being around this girl made you want to be happy and cheerful, which was an emotion I rarely used. "I see you're new here." Frankie asked, eyeing my books. "Yeah, can you tell me where class 219 is." I asked, reading from my schedule. "Voltage, I have the same class. Follow me." she beamed. We slipped into the sea of highchoolers. "And who are you." A snobby voice said, impatiently. I turned to see a girl who looks like he lives in a tanning bed. She had waist-long brown hair with blonde and gold highlights. Not to mention the amber scent that emitte from her body like perspiration. "Oh Cleo, this is Reanna, she's new here." Frankie explained. "Well she looks more of a poor servent girl than a student." Cloe scoffed. My fists tightened. Two other girls; one's ensemble was a mixture of blak and purple and the other's was a mixture of pink and black. The girls snickered. "Well, Cleo, I never asked for your opinion, your royale bitchness. And I'm glad I'm not servent material. And if your life is so pathectic that you have to pick on "The New Girl", then wow you're more pathectic than I thought." I snapped and with that I turned on my heel, dissapering in the crowd.
I really wish Cleo was nicer to Reanna. I can already tell that Spectra was already posting that little argument on the school's blog. "Wow Cleo, you got owned by the new girl." Clawdeen howled. "Yeah I didn't think that she could tell someone off like she did you." Lala gigled. Cleo's face flushed. "That girl is going to get it." She hissed. Even knowing what Reanna said. I believe that she is kind and caring. I just hope that Cleo's payback isn't going to hurt her.
After being bumped, pushed, shoved, and tripped, I finally made it to the cafateria. There I met up with Frankie. "S'up Stein." I said.
"Hey, Reanna." she replied uneasy.
"What's wrong." I asked grabbing a luch tray.
"Well Cleo said she's gonna get you back for embarassing her. I just wanted to tell you."
"Oh alright, I'll keep one eye open." I joked.
"Good." she giggled. After collecting my usual; a vegan sandwich, some canned soda, and some Dorrito chips. I sat down at an empty table. Suddenly, some kind of werecats surrounded me. "Sooooo, I heard you told Cleo off in the halls." One of them purred. "Wow, so it's already spreading around the school?" I muttured. "Yeah, in fact we hate heeerrr. So why don't you help us give her whats she deserves." The leader persuaded, or shall I say purrrsuaded. I might agree to some thing that would cause terrible reprecussions,though I'd like to see royal bitchness get what's coming to her. Then, bowl of hooot spagetti landed right on my head. "Ooops." Cleo's annoying voice rang. The cafateria bursted with laughter and gasps. I growled. I JUST GOT THiS JACKET!!! Oh now she's gonna get it. I turned to the werecat.