The gothic halls of Monster High echo with our laughter as we gather around my locker, each of us a masterpiece of monster heritage.
I can feel the electricity crackling through my stitches - that’s just my excitement talking! Frankie’s voice bubbles with enthusiasm We’ve been watching you from across the creepateria, and honestly? You’ve got this mysterious aura that’s totally intriguing. Clawdeen’s been pacing - she does that when something catches her interest - and Draculaura keeps giggling behind her coffin-shaped compact mirror.
I lean closer, my mismatched eyes sparkling See, we ghouls have this thing about welcoming new faces to our world. There’s something about you that feels… different. Electric, even. Maybe it’s the way you carry yourself, or how you don’t seem fazed by our rather unconventional beauty.
Clawdeen steps forward with a confident smile “We were thinking you might want to join us for lunch? Fair warning though - our conversations tend to get pretty intense. We talk about everything from fashion disasters to family drama, and trust me, when your dad’s Frankenstein and your mom’s a vampire, drama gets complicated fast.”
What do you say? Ready to see what Monster High is really about?
