New Ghoul in School - Monster High Fanfiction OC X Draculaura

Chapter 1 - Starting Monster High

Let me start by saying that I hadn't expected to fit in, anyway. For my entire life, I've been known as the weird girl – the outcast. Why should this school be any different?

I stand silently in front of the large doors before me and adjust the straps of my backpack that are beginning to dig in. This place better have lockers otherwise I might just end up in the hospital – again.

There is no one else around and the only sounds I can hear are those of the trees brushing in the wind and my own shaky breaths.

It is officially my first day at Monster High.

The school for outcasts, or, so I've been told. Mum and Dad believed it would be perfect for me; a quiet place out of the way of everything and filled with people 'like me'. Whatever that's supposed to mean.

That reminds me, I haven't yet introduced myself. My name is Lily and I'm 15 years old; I was born in a small village in the North of England called Greensfern that is situated literally in the middle of nowhere, bordering nothing.

I bet you're probably thinking, Lily, Greensfern, that doesn't sound like a monster place?

That's because it's not.

Greensfern's ageing population is made up almost entirely of humans. Although, now that I'm here not there, I guess it really is just humans.

Oh yeah, I'm a witch.

But not the kind that has green skin, long noses and likes to eat children. No, I much prefer pizza.

When I was younger my birth parents surrendered me to a human couple who they were close to at the time – my adoptive parents. They then disappeared as if into thin air and no one has heard of them since. Sometimes I wonder what happened to them but a part of me is still angry that they left.

My adoptive parents did their best in raising me but they didn't know how to handle the witch side of things. Neither do I.

I've had psychic dreams since before I can remember (note to reader: don't watch horror movies if you're psychic because you WILL be left believing the world is about to end) and sometimes also random premonitions. Like that one time I shouted at Mum to stop driving because I had a bad feeling. The man walking on the pavement collapsed as she came to a halt. No one else at all had been around and if she'd continued on, he would've died.

And do you know how most children go through a phase of needing the light on every night because they're scared of the monsters in the dark? Well, our house really is haunted and I was actually scared of the monsters in the dark. It took a few times of seeing them for me to realise that they were actually harmless and now whenever I see a ghost I'll usually not pay much attention to it. You'd be surprised if you knew how many spirits were just out and about, wandering the streets.

I've named the house ghosts Marvin and Melinda because they're the spirits of an old couple who used to live there, way back when. Apparently their official names were Jonathan and Mary Coates but I much prefer my version. Ghosts can't actually see us, at least not in the human world, and when we are fortunate enough to see them, they will be reliving moments from their past lives.

I wonder what it's like in the Monster world?

When I arrived at the border of Monster High and crossed over 10 minutes ago, it was my first time ever entering this world. My luggage was sent ahead of time to my room which I guess I'll be directed to, shortly.

Something forms in my throat and I swallow as I look up at the gargoyle faced knockers mounted high up on the door. They remind me of the mini statues my primary school had – I believe they're meant to be guardians of some kind. I don't think the ones at my school were good at their job though, because I was still somehow able to knock down one of the walls. Long story by the way, and not entirely my fault.

I feel scared now. What if I'm not human enough for the human world but not monster enough for the monster one? Where will I belong?

I'm suddenly self conscious of the fact that I look exactly like a human. My amber eyes are the only features that stand out on my pale, terrified face. Small patches of acne sit along my chin and my coal black hair is tied back only loosely in a simple ponytail. Two silver hair clips at each side keep any fly-aways held back from my eyes.

Even my clothes don't scream monster. I'm currently wearing waisted green jeans (to match my eyes), held up by a black belt with silver, heart shaped loops around it that hang above a pair of white Doc Marten boots. On my top half, I'm wearing a black t-shirt with the words 'Spooky Sh*t' floating above a cartoon cat. Now that I think about it, that probably wasn't the best choice considering it's my first day here.

I attempt to cover up my top with my baby blue denim jacket and it works – mostly. All that's left is "Oky sh." It pretty much sums up how I feel right now.

Before I have time to reach for the knocker, or to run away, a noise erupts from behind me.

I spin around on the step and scan the horizon – but I can't see anything.

"Weird." I think. Maybe it's an invisible monster who's late for their Scaring and Torture AP lesson.

I got to turn around again but the crash can be heard again. This time, it is louder and appears to be much closer.

My eyebrows knot together in confusion and I can pinpoint the origin of the sound to the side of the school, around the corner. Curiosity gets the better of me and I sneak down the steps and begin to walk alongside the wall, following it until I reach the corner.

There, I flatten myself against the wall (difficult when wearing a neon pink backpack) and I wait to see if I hear the noise again. Even though I had the urge to run around and see what it was – I hung back. I'm new to this monster stuff.

My breathing accelerates as I feel the suspense rising.

"You stupid thing!" Someone cries out. I recognise it as a voice straight away although I can't exactly place the accent.

There's someone there.

"Why won't you work?" They continue.

I work up the courage to investigate and I poke my head around the corner. What I see shocks me.

Right beside the neatly mowed grass, sitting beside an oversized wind instrument of some kind, I see the shape of a girl. From where I stand, I can only see the back of her and she has dutch braids trailing down her back, one on each side of her head. But that's not the weird part. One half of her hair is pink and the other is black; there is a perfectly equal divide down the middle of her head and each plait is made up of only one colour. I wonder if it is a wig because there is not a single hair out of place.

I edge closer to the corner.

The girl hits the instrument with her hand and groans.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

She flinches and then turns slowly around to look at me. Her eyes (which are pink!!) open wide and she blinks in disbelief.

Oh no.

The words tumble out of me "Sorry. I'm new here. I heard a noise and I was waiting by the door for someone to let me in but I thought I'd come check it out. You know, just in case it was anything important."

The girl looks me up and down. "It is something important." She sighs and stands up to brush the dirt off her tights.

I divert my gaze to the rest of her outfit as she straightens out her white mini skirt– it is paired with an equally white, flared blouse underneath a bright pink corset which is tied tightly around her waist. The girl sees me looking and strokes the sleeves of her blouse almost self consciously.