#killingthemoonlight

The young witch had made a second home at Monster High where she wasn't constantly being judged by others and had begun to flourish as she'd came into her own. Sitting on the bleachers of the gym she tried her hardest to balance her attention between the action of the fearleading and casketball practice going on below as well as the Mad Science readings she had to do. Her face had been buried in her book for a lingering moment that it practically startled her when she felt a cool hand tap her shoulder.