#campus stroll

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Boo-riginal Creeproduction Toralei Stripe - Monster High

*Higher quality references are available in the Google Drive

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Nefera’s Campus Stroll Diary - 26 August

Before I left tonight, I had my driver bring me around to the horrid little mausoleum where that motley pack of models crammed themselves together like zombies until they could be "discovered". I had something special I wanted to leave for them as a parting gift, and though normally I would have considered this servant's work, I wanted to make sure, in this case, it was properly done. As I walked up the steps, I could hear them gossiping, in the pettiest way, about some failed model they all knew. I thought their comments were quite revealing, especially since the likelihood that any of them would ever haunt a runway was laughable. I rapped on the door and waited... I heard some ghoul inside laugh and say, "Yes, but what she lacked in generosity she made up for in meanness." "And don't forget the insecurity," added another in zombie. They were still laughing when some Spanish gargoyle whose name I had forgotten but whose wretched complexion was completely familiar finally opened the door. The mausoleum went as silent as a tomb as they all sat gaping with open-mouth stares. It never gets old seeing the effect I have on less than common monsters. Finally, the gargoyle regained her senses long enough to acknowledge me. "Hello Nefera, we thought you left yesterday." "Royalty is not bound by the restraints of schedule," I replied. "I am leaving tonight, but before I go, I wanted to hand-deliver these invitations. They are to the restaurant you all have always said would be the first place you would like to dine after you got your big break. It is most exclusive, you know, and there is a table with your names on it reserved for you this very night. I have left a car at your service downstairs, and the first course shall be placed on the table in two hours. This should give you all ample time to make yourselves presentable." They attempted to thank me, but their gratitude is as far below my acknowledgment as my beauty is above their plainness. "All is arranged," I said as I walked to my waiting car. Later on, as father's plane lifted off and the lights of Milan disappeared beneath the clouds, I thought about the dessert and laughter they must now be enjoying, and I wondered how in the world that pathetic bunch of losers would ever be able to afford the bill that was headed to their table.

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"Campus Stroll" Clawdeen(s) Wolf. Left, basic. Right, new outfit & hairstyle.

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Campus Stroll Nefera de Nile - Monster High

*Please note that she's missing her ring

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Toralei’s Campus Stroll Diary - July. Two. Five.

Ooh they’re telling math jokes now…

Q: What do you get if you divide the circumference of a jack-o-lantern by it's diameter?

A: Pumpkin Pi!

The math geeks I’m stuck on this bus with think that this is funny. So funny, in fact, that the harpy sitting in front of me shoots milk out of her nose when she hears the punch line. I don’t think it’s funny at all. I’d rather be listening to the music I have stored on my iCoffin, but two hours into our five-hour ride home, my iCoffin gave up the ghost. It should have lasted the whole trip and then some except that one of my math camp roomies “accidentally” unplugged my iCoffin charger last night when she plugged in her fright light. I don’t even know why a ghost needs a fright light. What? Was she afraid she would trip over something and go “bump in the night?” I realized what happened when we woke up this morning, but we had to leave first thing, so I didn’t have time to put a full charge on it. At least I got enough battery life to block out the two hours dedicated to the singing of “X number Bottles of Ghoul Juice on the Wall.” To add to the misery, the seats on this bus only have room for two monsters, and Meowlody and Purrsephone are, of course, sitting together, which left me stuck in a seat next to a troll named Teala who had never been away from her bridge for more than a day until she came to math camp. She cried herself to sleep every night. Not that any other monster but me noticed but then again, I notice everything. I also noticed that Teala wasn’t laughing at any of the math jokes either. In fact, she seemed to be more miserable than I was. Well, now, here I was thinking she was missing her bridge, but if that were the case, why didn’t she seem excited about going home? “Dish,” I said. She turned and looked at me for a moment and then stared back ahead. “Okay--suit yourself then,” I said and then tried to curl up in the seat to take a cat nap which I had almost accomplished when she said, “My boyfriend broke up with me…by text…the first night of math camp.” She still wasn’t looking at me, but she wasn’t crying either. “He was my first real boyfriend and…and I don’t know why I’m telling you this ‘cause you don’t seem to care about any other monster besides yourself, and you’ll probably figure out a way to use this to make me even more miserable.” I didn’t show it, but that really hurt. Just because I enjoy the chaos that a good practical joke brings doesn’t mean that I’m intentionally cruel, does it? I don’t think it does, and besides, where’s the fun in kicking some monster when they’re already down? It’s a lot more fun to see the surprise on a monster’s face when they think they’ve got it all together and you can “help them”. So I said, “Guess you better tell me the whole story then so I can do a thorough job.” That actually brought a ghost of a smile to her face. Teala told me that her ex-boyfriend was applying to colleges and that he decided he needed to keep his “options open” in case he might meet his “intellectual equal” at school. At first, I didn’t believe he actually wrote that, and then she showed me the text. “Does he really think he’s that smart?” I asked. She kind of shrugged and said, “He’s scary smart but not as good at math as I am, especially with differential equations.” She told me he really wanted to get into this one school because his favorite mad scientist taught here. I’d never heard of the school, but I knew who the mad scientist was because Mr. Hack made us watch a bunch of his videos in class. The videos were deadly boring, but the mad scientist had this odd accent and strange speech pattern. I used to mimic his voice in class to make Mr. Hack jump. I’d wait until Mr. Hack’s back was turned and then scream, “Huhhacckkk- theeese stuuudannts reeelease youuu wuh-ill ah-yat wa-unce!” It cost me several days in detention and a trip to Headless Headmistress Bloodgood’s office the last time I mimicked the mad scientist, but even Mr. Hack admitted he couldn’t tell the difference between the scientist’s voice and my imitation of it. We talked about a few more things, and then Teala finally fell asleep. I was able to finally fall asleep as well but not before having to hear another math joke followed by an explosion of milk from the seat in front of me.

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Operetta’s Campus Stroll Diary - August the Seventh

I explored the catacombs a little more today. A ghoul could seriously get lost down there if she wasn’t paying attention. It’s like there’s passages that go every which a way. Some just dead end, and others seem like they go on forever. Some of the things I discovered are:

An underground lake with a big island in the middle that has an old castle on it.

A passage that leads from the zombie side of town straight up to Monster High.

Lots of rooms and halls blocked by doors that you need some kind of key to get past.

I also found, or I guess I should say Memphis found my new practice room/recording studio! I would have totally missed it, but Memphis must have sensed something, though ‘cause he shimmied through that crack quick as a gnat’s sneeze. Before I knew it, a section of what had just looked like part of the catacomb wall swung open like a door, and there was Memphis hanging upside down by a thread with a big fly-eatin’ grin on his face. The walls inside were covered by some kind of moss, not like the stuff that hangs off the cypress trees back home, but more like a soft carpet, and it lights up! How creepy sweet is that? I have no idea what the room was originally used for, but there are power outlets on one wall and a big table in the middle. Memphis and I brought all our equipment down here, cranked everything up, and just went to town! You want to know what the best part is? When the door is shut, you can be standing with your ear pressed right up against it and still not hear what’s going on inside. I don’t think I’ve ever had a place where I could play and sing without worrying about who might be listening. Maybe moving here won’t be so bad after all.