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13 Wishes

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This Diary Belongs to:

Abbey Bominable

This diary is not for your reading.

Name: Abbey Bominable

School: Monster High

On the 13th Day of September

Today I am being given school tour from Headmistress Headless. It was she who convinced my parents to allow for my entrance to Monster High. She has been family friend for many years and I have been knowing her since I was yetling. Her heart is large with courage and honor but I think many students here know that not. I am also with her staying during the week so I must not have to trek back up mountain day by every day.

On the 17th Day of September

I have spent much time learning the monster language of what we on the mountain call “The Down Below”. It seems to take many words to say what is needed. Best for me is the reading and writing in different language is easier than the speaking of the language because I am having the hard time finding right expressions to use when I talk to other monsters at school. It seems better to be quiet than express wrongly, for that brings the laughter.

On the 24th Day of September

I am wanting to do something today for which there is no word in Yetish. The closest we have means “run to shelter when the hard wind blows” I think down below word is “quit”. I am embarrassed to write this desire because I am not running from any wind, hard or not. I feel like everything I touch brings down the avalanche of hurtful feelings. Today I am telling Draculaura that her makeup was piled up on one side of her face like the drifted snow. I only mean to save her from embarrassment. I did not know that the putting on of makeup was for her a task of great strain and anxiousness. I tried to express the apology but that was said wrongly too. I am wishing to make the thoughts in my heart and the words from my mouth the same and for the friend who will be patient until that is happening.

On the 28th Day of September

Today I met Lagoona. Who I am finding not the kind not easily insulted even after I am asking if she was a fish girl. Who I am finding not the kind not easily insulted even after I am asking if she was a fish girl. She had the look of shock at first when I ask then the laughing. Then the embarrassment came I tried to walk away but she wouldn’t let me. Lagoona told me of her difficulties when at Monster High she first started. How she was not understanding land monster culture and how even though speaking the same language the same words sometimes meant something different. She even given the detention for using the expression that was being perfectly acceptable down under but at Monster High was terrible insult. She said her accent was also hard for some monsters to understand. I said that her accent was being very understandable and she said, “It wasn’t when I first got here, I had to work very hard so that I could be understood.” Lagoona told me that the work was worth the friends she’s made because they were being ones she would have for life. I asked her also if she ever wanted to quit and she said, “Only just about every day until I made me first mate here.” Maybe I shall stop wanting to quit now too.

On the 1st Day of October

Headless Headmistress has extra spot in her barn for keeping my wooly mammoth, Shiver. It is very kind of her to allow my pet from home. Each night I come from school and clean the stables. I like this- it helps in the clearing of the head from the thoughts of the day. I sing to Shiver in Yetish, brush her wooly coat and feed her the hay she likes the most. I am also feeding Headless Headmistress’s nightmare the stuff of dreams. Sometimes Headmistress comes out and we work on language lessons. It makes me not so homesick.

On the 7th Day of October

There was much distress at school today. Many tears were running and every monster was talking about Clawd and Cleo. I am not knowing them best but I am not thinking the truth was being told. Ah home we say a rumor is the “Swirling wind that hides the right path” and on mountain, wrong paths lead to bad places. Sometimes it is best to wait for the wind to stop before moving ahead- even if it is a path that seems familiar. It makes my heart sad to see monsters do this.

On the 12th Day of October

Today we all receive assignment to write about our monster heritage. My monster heritage is easiest for me to tell because it is the first thing we are being taught as yetlings. In the great cave of meeting every Yeti has a life painting that tells of their deeds. I can draw from memory all of my relatives who have come before myself on the side of my mother and father. My own painting will now have my journey to the ‘down below’ and Monster High. Artists have great status amongst the Yetish and they are much treated like the rock stars are here. I am not being such a star but I am asking Headmistress if I might tell my story in the same way as it is done on the mountain. She said she thinks it is good idea so that is what I will do.

On the 15th Day of October

My people are being very strong but I do not like the calling of attention to myself with the showing off. Today I did. The place of my locker is next to Howleen of the wolf clan and when I went to locker at the end of the day, Manny Taur was holding the backpack of Howleen. She wanted its swift return but he only laughed. It was not the laugh of friendly tease but of the taunting. “What are you going to do if I don’t, tell your brother?” She did not ask for the help but I was believing she wanted it so I told him to give back to her the backpack. He began to mock me with the imitation of my accent, “Why for don’t you make me?” I had in my locker horseshoe, from Headmistress’ nightmare, for tell and show. I pulled out horseshoe, straightened it, then tied it in knot. I am thinking he believed it not to be real until it changed when I dropped it. He returned backpack without work. I am now being invited to wolf clan cook out by Howleen. I am looking forward for that.

On the 21st Day of October

There is very annoying but… scary cute classmate who I am told wants from me a date. I am giving him currently the cold shoulder. He is called Heath Burns and is sort of monster who catches fire like torch. Also he is not the kind easily offended- why is it the annoying ones who never are? He uses many strange phrases that I am not understanding. I have remembered some to write down and ask Lagoona for explanation:

“Hey frosty- did it get steamy in here or is it just you and me?”

“Want me to melt your heart?”

“I get a brain freeze just looking at you.”

“I bet your bark is worse than your frostbite.”

I am not understanding phrases, but delivery is same tone as boys on mountain who want the attention. Until a properly asked for date I am continuing the ignoring of him. This is same on mountain as down below. I think I am learning and perhaps starting to have some fun.

On the 24th Day of October

Mostly I am bringing my lunch with the food I have the familiarity with, but today I went to creepateria. I was mostly nervous so I am watching other monsters first then copying them. I got in line and shuffled forward like others in front and behind and all was fine until the choosing of the food. Much was unrecognizable to me and many choices ended with word “Surprise”. I am not fan of the food “surprise.” I ask monster lady with netted hair if surprise was kind causing monster to laugh or cry. She says, “Depend on monster.” I could hear much grumbling in line behind because shuffling forward was stopped. Then kind voice says, “Try the screechza, it’s the safest choice.” It is put together girl Frankie Stein. We ate at same table together and had many laughs. She is going to help me the slang and I am teaching her to learn to board the snow. I am being the best teacher on mountain and she is not making fun of my language mistakes. I am thinking think now that it’s good I didn’t run to shelter when the strong winds were blowing.

About Me

Name: Abbey Bominable

Age: 16

Monster Parent: The Yeti

Killer Style: Fur. It is practical for the blending in and the showing off. My special ice Crystal I also wear die the perpetuating of bodily coldness of my home.

Freaky Flaw: I am lacking in the tact. At altitude, talking is an oxygen waste so words are pointed. I am often puncturing the feelings here down below. I am not wishing to fill others with the sadness but sometimes I do. Also I am cold, both in the touching and being touched.

Pet: Shiver is my wooly mammoth. Her feelings being the kind not so easily punctured.

Favorite Activity: Boarding on the snow is maxed out totally to the awesome.

Biggest Pet Peeve: The ritual of the dating. I do not understand of the trapping of the boy with the bait of flirtation… it seems to me not honorable.

Favorite School Subject: Math. Numbers are the mountain beneath the snow.

Least Favorite School Subject: Drama.

Favorite Color: Ice Blue.

Favorite Food: The cheese of the yak and pancakes.

BFF’s: Lagoona Blue and Frankie Stein

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[H] = Hourglass

[S] = Star

This Diary Belongs to: Gigi Grant

I wish you wouldn’t read my diary.

Name: Gigi Grant

School: Monster High

[S][S][H][H][H]

Stars and sands, I detest being bottled up. Patience is a chief virtue among genies- after all, we don’t know when we’ll next be found and released- but it can be a difficult one to maintain. One tried to pass the time in any way one can, but as the centuries fall away, it can be quite taxing on the mind… especially myself occupied is one of the reasons I decided upon keeping a diary, I would like to keep track of my wonderful times in the outside world, and all the lovely monsters I’ve met. It will be something pleasant to turn to when I am sad and lonely… which seems to be more and more often.

[S][S][H][H][H][H]

There are many wonderful things about being a genie- the power you command is immense, and the places you find yourself can be amazing. And making wishes come true! What could be better than that? But there is always a very sad part, too… returning to the lantern when your tasks are done. Even though I am able to grant 13 wishes to each finder I meet/ more than most of my kind!- the time always seems to pass too quickly. I just returned from assisting my newest finder, a sweet banshee girl who wanted nothing more than to be able to sing beautifully instead of wailing mournfully. The look on her face when she first heard her new voice was so surprised and joyful that it made us both burst out laughing! Since that was her one heart’s desire, it was difficult for her to think of other ways to spend her wishes, but together we found ways to grant good fortune on her friends and family as well. She even postponed using her last wish so that I could spend more time in the outside world with her. But as always, we had to say goodbye… Still it’s marvelous when one’s finder is someone who’s truly kind. My father once warned me that my finders may not always be so pure of heart, and that I may find their wishes difficult to grant- but also that it’s not the genie’s place to hide a finder’s wishes. The finder must choose his or her own way. Thus far I’ve been lucky, as all my finders’ desires have been good natured (or at the very least, harmless), but I dread the day I will hear an ill-meant wish.

[S][H][H][S]

In the lantern there is an endless expanse of sand, and the palace that I call home. Well, I sat endless, but it doesn’t really end or begin anywhere. Once, when I was very, very bored, I set out from my home, intending to find the end of the world inside the lantern- but after an hour’s walk, I came back upon the palace I’d started from the other side, as if I’d gone around in a circle. It was very disorienting. I’ve tried it again a handful of times, but it’s no use. The lantern is entirely self-contained, and I am contained within. It has its perks, of course- my palace is beautiful, and, of course, I can rearrange it however I choose. If I want a swimming pool, or a room filled with ice cream, or a closet full of jeweled gowns, I need only nod my head. But without someone to share it with, it all seems very empty. In my world in the lantern, I can make nearly anything I want… nearly anything, that is, except a friend.

[S][H][H][H][H][S]

I will never understand the desire for finders to wish for more wishes.

A) It never works and

B) it really annoys your genie.

Besides, I grant 13 wishes per finder, which I think is quite a lot by genie standards! Some finders have told me of legends that genies grant three wishes only, but I’ve heard of genies who can only grant one- and some who can grant even more than me! Of course, genies are quite rare, and we don’t often meet. Perhaps it depends on the magic of the lantern we’re bound to, or perhaps our own inborn magic… Hmm. I suppose in many ways, I am still learning about my powers myself. Maybe I’m capable of things even I’m not aware of. Still, though, I wish that monsters would not stop wishing for exponential wishes. It will simply never happen. Myself, I only have one wish… and, oh, you can probably guess what it would be.

[S][S][H]

How did the stranger know my heart’s desire? Why did the finder decide to listen to him? How could I have been so lucky? I do not know- what I do know is that now I have a friend, and my long solitude within the lantern is at last at an end, thanks to that kind finder’s wish. Her name is Whisp, and she is my own shadow- brought to life during the Shadow Eclipse, and with a mind and will of her own. It’s strange, you would think my shadow would be the exact same as me, but Whisp is most definitely one of a kind- she is clever, mischievous and funny, and bursting with new ideas. I’ve hardly had time to write, we’ve been having so much fun together. Yesterday we raced camels across the sands, and today she wants to repaint the main hall of the palace puce, just to see how it would look. And anything she can think of, I’m happy to do- she seems to have some magic of her own, but it’s not as strong as mine. Still, I think with time, she can learn… and we have all the time in the world.

[S][S][H][H][H]

Whisp is angry with me. It’s the first time she has ever been angry with me… at least, I think so. The finders are the problem… or rather, the way I come and go with their desires is the real problem. Whisp’s power has been growing, but as of yet, she hasn’t been able to emerge from the lantern with me. She’s angry that I don’t take her with me when I go- but because I have no warning when I’m summoned and can’t return to the lamp until I have completed my tasks, I am unable to. I understand her sadness… after all, I know how it feels to be left alone. But in this matter, I am powerless, and I think she cannot imagine that I am powerless in anything. After all, she sees me working great magic in the lantern all the time. Her anger upsets me, but I can't imagine we won’t be able to work it out. She’s my best friend… I don’t want to lose her.

[H][S][H][S]

I thought having Whisp was a dream come true… but she’s become a nightmare. Whisp has been concealing her strength from me- she had grown more powerful than I realized. On my most recent summons to the outside world, she followed me- and to my horror, began to corrupt the finder, whispering dark thoughts and changing her desires, making her wish for evil things. As a genie I cannot influence a finder so… but Whisp is strong, and has no such limitations on her powers. If it weren’t for the magic mirror, I shudder to think what could have become of the world outside, plunged into eternal shadow… Thank goodness the finder came to her senses, and wished us both returned inside. For now, Whisp is hiding from me- she has her side of the palace, and I have mine, but I fear that she may soon control the world inside the lantern, I know she cannot, would not harm me- or at least, I hope not- but I am afraid of what may happen should she grow even stronger. I must try protect the finders from her influence, no matter the cost… but u do not know how difficult that will be, especially as I am unable to warn them directly. Stars and sands, what can I do?

The Very First Day of November

How strange it is to finally date an entry… to finally exist as part of the world, rather than apart from it! So much had happened… today will be my first day of school, with my new friends, and with hope for a new start. It is stran free being a genie without a lantern… my powers are unfettered, but I’ve had to promise Headmistress Bloodgood that I will keep any magic to a minimum on campus, which is probably for the best. She says they’ve never had a genie as student before, and that it will be an interesting learning experience for everyone. For me, especially, I think :) Clawdeen tried to warn me that I will find school “like, so deadly boring” after granting wishes for so long, but I told her that after being locked in a lantern for centuries is much fuller than any Bite-ology class could ever hope to be! (Frankie said I probably shouldn’t mention that to the teachers, though… they might take it as a challenge.) For now, I am closing the book in this diary and starting a new one- filled with excitement and new friends, and new ways of making my own wishes come true.

About Me

Name: Gigi Grant

Age: Dad says I’m 15, but he lost my birth certificate somewhere between Darius the Great and Julius Caesar, so I’m really not sure.

Monster Parent: The Genie.

Killer Style: Natural fabrics, especially silk, in bright colors. I’m also big on halter-tops, baggy pants and slippers. Basically, I’m all about comfort. Of course, I can’t be a total slob, cause I never know when I’m going to have to pop out for a meeting with the new boss.

Freaky Flaw: It’s not a real stretch to guess that I’m claustrophobic. Being stuck in a lamp for millennia will do that to you.

Pet: A scorpion called Sultan Sting. Don’t let the name fool you — he’s actually quite unpretentious.

Favorite Activity: I love to go sightseeing. It’s always a bonus when a monster wishes to take a trip to someplace I haven’t already been.

Biggest Pet Peeve: That wishing for extra wishes thing. As if 13 wishes isn’t enough.

Favorite School Subject: Astronomy- I love space. It’s just so open and un-stoppered.

Least Favorite School Subject: Driver’s Ed. It’s not so much the class but the tiny car you have to drive.

Favorite Color: I love peaches and gold’s.

Favorite Food: My father’s secret recipe hummus and fresh baked pita. Even after all this time I have never grown tired of it!

BFF’s: I wish I could name just one.

Why can Lagoona and Lorna live without breathing helmets but Gil needs one?

And he’s had moments where he’s not wearing a helmet- like his Wheel Love doll. How does he breathe if not even his gills are covered by just goggles?

Lagoona says she needs to frequently use moisturizer so does it help her live out of water or does it just work like normal moisturizer on humans?

ACTUALLY NO- better question- so Lagoona and Gil are both on the swim team… but they’re saltwater and freshwater. They would both die from taking in chlorine if they went in a normal pool, and depending on the water (like a normal fish) would die. Gil would die because of the over abundance of salt in the water which would flow into his body while Lagoona’s body would lose salt too quickly and her kidneys which are made to process the normal amount of salt in saltwater would not be equipped to deal with freshwater.

Or mutations?

Like most of the monsters are bipedal, can talk in English or other human languages (and there’s no evidence that whatever media in Monster High is translated from another secret monster language or that monsters communicate in non-verbal ways), and developed societies similar if not the exact same as humans.

The monsters call humans “normies” so that would imply that monsters aren’t different races but more of like a subculture or mutation of a human. Most species in the MH universe have the same capabilities as humans with some monsters developing higher specialities or weaknesses in comparison to humans. Ex: Vampires can turn into bats and have higher stamina than humans as well as live thousands of years longer than them, but have some allergic reaction to garlic and are less resistant to sunlight.

But if monsters are mutations of humans-

Cleo x Toralei- Ok not super popular but they have enough drama for me to see

Clawdeen x Venus- I feel like they’d be lesbian friends who would look for each other a girlfriend yet never realize that they both liked each other. Love it, both passionate ghouls for fashion and the environment. They start an eco-fashion line together.

Lagoona x Jinafire- I think they’ve talked maybe like once ever but I dig it. Fire/Water combo is always great, but I think this would be great because Jinafire is more blunt while Lagoona is always there to give advice in the friendgroup so I think Lagoona would be hesitant to ask Jinafire out but Jinafire’s like “I would like to date you. I’ll take you out to nice dinner at nine o’ clock Saturday evening then?” And Lagoona’s just frozen so Jinafire just shrugs “Alright then.”

Meowlody- Writes in black, has white hair, and prefers orange.

Purrsephone- Writes in blue, has black hair, and prefers burnt orange.

Both- bad bitches who are better than both me and you.

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This Diary Belongs to:

Howleen Wolf

No, you can’t read my diary… duh!

Name: Howleen Wolf

School: Monster High

On the 20th of July

Clawd got to go away to football camp, Clawdeen got to go to Gloom Beach with Draculaura and Frankie on the Stein family vacation, and I have to stay at home this summer cause my parents think I’ve got some “growing up to do.” It is so not scare! I’m just as mature as Clawd and Clawdeen. I hardly ever chew anything I’m not supposed to anymore, Clawdeen says I don’t take showers but that’s not true- I just don’t take them as long as she does! I don’t think age has anything to do with being mature either cause I have this friend who is a gargoyle and she’s like way older than me- okay well it’s not like gargoyles count their birthdays the same way as werewolves do but she is totally not mature. I mean she likes a new boy like almost every day and most of them are not even that cute. I would never do that- you know not like a boy if he wasn’t cute cause I would so like a boy who was sweet and nice to me even if he wasn’t totally creepy cute. I can keep secrets too which my other friend who’s a banshee can’t do. If you tell her something, she like screams it out at the top of her lungs. Even Clawdeen totally treats me like I’m still a little cub. Not only did she take all of her most creepy cool clothes with her to Gloom Beach but she also put a lock and chain on her closet. Whatever… I’m going to sleep in her bed and eat all the snacks she left in her mini-fridge. Then I’m going to let every monster know how miserable I am by not talking for the rest of the summer. Yeah, that’ll really show mom and dad how mature I am.

On the 25th of July

Ode to Cushion.

Cushion is my hedgehog. She is sharp and poky. Cushion eats worms. My sister thinks eating worms is gross. My sister has to leave the room when I feed Cushion. Would you like another worm? Good Cushion. The End.

On the 30th of July

Some days I wish I had a remote control that let me change the channel on my style- cause right now I feel like I’m totally stuck watching the same lame… lol that rhymed… show over and over. When we were Cubs, Clawdeen I could watch the same episode of a TV show over and over and never get bored. I can still quote entire shows by heart and sometimes just saying a random line like, “Well, it’s certainly uncontaminated by cheese,” can make us laugh till we howl if I say it at the right time. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, the remote control. I’d love to change the channel on the show my hair is starting in, because I really hate how it ends. Oh well, hopefully dying it orange to go with my favorite color of blue will make it easier to watch. Now I just have to decide do I turn up the volume to 10 by combining Stripes and plaids or maybe I’ll mix a jean vest, knee socks and hiking boots with one of Clawdeen’s haunt couture skirts and make it go to 11.

On the 1st of August

Clawdeen came home today and she actually gave me a hug when she saw me. I guess I kind of missed her a little, or maybe a lot, too. She is my big sis after all, even if she is a pain in the fang sometimes.

On the 18th of August

I was in a boo funk this morning and I must have sighed one to many times cause Mom told me if I was going to mope around the house and get in her way then I either had to grab a broom and help her clean or go mope somewhere else. I think “mope” is a funny word… it sounds like it could be a character in a cub’s book… “There once was a mope who wouldn’t use soap and though its mom begged it always said, “Nope.” So I took my mope and went to the Maul. I didn’t really have enough money to buy anything cool but I went anyway. Going to the Maul always makes Clawdeen happy doesn’t matter if she’s by herself or in a group. It only makes me happy if I’m hanging out there with my friends- who were all doing something else today. I saw Heath Burns and Deuce haunting out but I only said “Hi”. Deuce is cool but Heath is… Heath. Clawdeen says Heath’s like a stray puppy; “If you feed him anything he’ll follow you home.” So I kept on walking and didn’t stop to talk. I looked through a few shops and was going to head home when I walked by the music store and heard some monster playing a guitar. It sounded pretty clawsome and I just had to go in and check it out. What was even more clawsome was that it was a ghoul who was playing. I was totally staring at her… lame I know, but honest to claw it was like some kind of magic spell… okay it was still lame to stare. Then she turned around and caught me staring. I thought she was going to be mad but instead she waved me over. I found out that her name is Operetta and that she is going to be starting at Monster High in the fall. Her hair is redder than mine and she’s got this creepy cool beauty mark on the left side of her face that goes all the way down her arm. She also has this accent that’s a total howl. I asked if she would teach me how to play but she said “No.” I was disappointed but she explained that she loved playing and singing more than anything and if I took lessons from her she would expect me to love it as much as she did. She told me that she didn’t think I was at that place yet but she did show me a few cords and I picked up what she taught me pretty quick. I did sign up for a week of free lessons at the music store and who knows, maybe it’ll be something that I really love doing and not just because it makes me stand out from the other monsters I know.

On the 21st of August

At soccer practice today a ghoul who played on a Werewolf cup team came and played a practice game with us. She was really creepy cool and a scary good player. She was so good that I was only able to steal the ball from her a couple of times during the game. After practice was over our coach asked her to talk to the team and give us some pointers. When she was done talking and the team was leaving she and the coach called me over. I thought I must have done something wrong but she just wanted to tell me that I had a lot of talent and could be a really great player if I kept working hard. Then my coach told me that I was already a better soccer player than Clawdeen was at my age. I don’t think my feet touched the ground all the way home. No monster has ever told me that I was better than my sister at anything. Well, technically my parents are always telling me that I’m the best at being who I am and that Clawdeen could never beat me at being me but that’s totally different. Anyway, I was planning on telling the story to the whole family over dinner just so I could see the look on Clawdeen’s face but somehow it didn’t feel right to do that so I kept it to myself. When dinner was over, Clawdeen and me had to clean up and right in the middle of doing dishes she told me that she ran into coach at the Maul. Then she said, “He told me he thinks you could be a better player than me if you keep working hard.” The next thing I thought she was going to say was something like, “Over my cold dead spikes.” Only that’s not what she said at all. Instead she kind of smiled and said, “Well duh, tell me something I didn’t know.” I must have looked like a wolf caught in the moonlight cause then she said, “What?” “It’s not like he said you had a sense of fashion or anything.” Then I squirted her with the sink sprayer, which started a massive water fight. Clawd came in right in the middle to try and “alpha” us into stopping. It worked. We stopped attacking each other and started soaking him. It took us an extra hour to mop up, but it was so much fun. I don’t know what could have happened to make Clawdeen change so much over one summer.

On the 31st of August

I love our family cookouts. It’s one of my favorite things we do in the summer because all of my older brothers and sisters who’ve moved out, and have their own families now, show up will all of my nieces and nephews. There are Cubs running everywhere, kisses and hugs, laughing and crying and sometimes you have to yell just to be heard. It’s crazy chaotic and a howling good time! The food is amazing too and there’s lots and lots of it. Draculaura usually comes over too which might seem strange that a vampire would come to a werewolf gathering but she’s such a part of the family that when she doesn’t show up to one of our cookouts everyone is bummed she’s not there. My dad even leaves part of the grill open for her tofu hotdogs, which aren’t bad if you put enough batchup, monstard and onions on them to disguise the taste of the tofu :). We also have a monster softball game in the open field behind our house. This year we played until it was almost dark, and the stars were just coming out; then they started coming down! We all ran to the house and grabbed blankets and sleeping bags and ran back out and just lay there watching them fall. You’re supposed to be able to make wishes on falling stars and they’ll come true, but there were so many falling that I ran out of wishes for real things and started wishing for silly things. I hope wishing that ice cream would appear every time I snap my fingers doesn’t cancel out my wish for perfectly straight hair. Oh well, it’s probably not likely either wish would ever come true but it was fun to hang out on a perfect night and pretend someday they might. Hee hee another rhyme.

About Me

Name: Howleen Wolf

Age: 14

Monster Parent: The Werewolf

Killer Style: I like to call the way I dress “were-punk”. It’s like taking lots of different styles and mashing them together to make something totally new and creepy cool. Clawdeen says it looks like I got dressed in the dark but I like it and that’s all that matters to me.

Freaky Flaw: My hair. Sometimes it does what I want, sometimes it does what it wants and sometimes it does things that make both of us look bad.

Pet: Cushion is my pet hedgehog. She may be a little prickly on the outside but she’s really sweet on the inside and that’s what matters.

Favorite Activity: I love playing soccer. It’s so much fun!

Biggest Pet Peeve: When I get treated like the little sister. I mean I am the little sister but I’m not a baby anymore.

Favorite School Subject: I kind of like math and sometimes history but biteology is cool too.

Least Favorite School Subject: Sometimes my favorite Subject one day is my least favorite the next day. Weird huh?

Favorite Color: It kind of depends on the day.

Favorite Food: Hotdogs.

BFF’s: Clawdeen Wolf and Abbey Bominable