Monster High Doll Diaries

Avea Trotter

You might get a kick out of reading my diary... seriously, you might.

06_14

I went for a gallop along the beach this morning for a couple of reasons. One, because I thought the sand might feel nice on my hooves, and two, a nice gallop always clears my head. There was a lovely tailwind too, that caught my wings and helped carry me along. It was almost as if I were flying down the beach, almost. I passed a ghoul and a manster who looked like they were my age. The ghoul was trying to teach the manster how to surf, but he didn't look scary comfortable.

I didn't stop to watch though, because I was just getting my second wind and was really starting to enjoy myself. I also saw Sirena bob up out of the water and then sink again beneath the waves. She didn't see me, so I didn't stop for her either, as there was no guarantee that Sirena was going to come back to the surface anyway. I love Sirena to undeath, but I can never make wings or tails out of what she's about to do next. She tends to drift down her own path, and if it happens to cross the one you're on, it's always a treat. In fact, as flighty as she can be, Sirena is the reason Neighthan, Bonita and me all met and became friends. All of us were in middle school together, but we didn't really know each other very well. I was standing by my locker one day when this vampire kid asked if I would come to his little brother's birthday party and give flying pony rides. I wanted to kick the unliving dayfrights out of him, when Neighthan and Bonita walked past. Neighthan and Bonita stopped to try and play peacemaker, but the kid's friends ganged up on us, and pretty soon they were chasing us all down the hall. We turned the corner and there was Sirena. "Follow me if you want to unlive!", she said as she touched a brick in the wall that opened a secret passage. We all ran in, and she closed the door behind us. Bonita asked, "How'd you find this place?" Sirena just shrugged. "Sometimes not paying attention to where you're going gets you to places you really want to be." None of us understood what she was saying at the time, but we've all been beast friends ever since, and no matter how many schools we've bounced around to, we know we can always count on each other.

06_20

Every monster knows about Monster High, but not every monster wants to go there. I suppose there are different reasons for that. I've heard monsters say that the school isn't old enough to have traditions, that its just a fad that will 'run its course' and be replaced by some new creepy cool high school idea. I've also heard that the headmistress there is such a stickler for details and excellence that some members of the ghoul board think its making it too hard to attract new students. I don't really know what to think, although it has some pretty passionate monsters that say its the beast school ever. I know Mom and Dad are hoping that they accept my application so I can start there in the fall. I doubt that I'll get in, but I'm filling out the application anyway. Part of the application is a section where we're supposed to give a brief history of our monster scaritage. I started to just write: Father - Centaur, Mother - Harpy, and leave it at that, but I'm proud of my parents, so I didn't. Dad's a scientist who specializes in researching monster remedies and medicine. Mom is, or I should say was, an aerial surveyor. Now she works with dad as his research assistant. He calls her 'his ghoul frightday' and lays all his success at her feet. They met when they were working at an jungle research station with Dr Boolittle. I don't think mom and dad liked each other very much at first. Apparently, dad had a habit of getting lost in the jungle, and mom was always being sent out to find him. Dad says he never got lost, he just wanted to see what was over the next hill, even if that hill was 20 miles away. One day a monster storm was blowing in, and dad hadn't returned to the research station, so mom flew out, again, to find him. Mom found him about the same time a powerful down draft from the storm sent her crashing into the trees. Dad found her, mom's wings and one ankle were so badly sprained that she could neither fly nor walk. Dad felt so bad about mom getting hurt because of him that he put her on his back and carried her out of the jungle. Mom said this act of kindness caused her heart to melt right out of her chest. Dad also said that on the trip back they found out they had a lot more in common they they both realized, and that by the time they made it out of the jungle he felt like he'd found his best friend. Now mom says dad helps keep her grounded while dad says mom makes his heart soar. They're the beast parents ever, and they make me proud of what and who I am.