Surviving Monster High: Fresh Meat Freshman

Surviving Monster High: Fresh Meat Freshman

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My name is D.K. and I recently found out I was a warlock. I know, I can't believe it too and it's ridiculous but it's true. My whole life changed in just 5 minutes and now I have to transport my life in a world filled with magical and mythical monsters. That's just freaking crazy!!! On top of that I have to deal with my first year of high school. What should I worry about more: asking someone to the prom or worry about if my date might eat me alive. Just read my story and just be glad you don't have my life.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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