15♥September

I “broke up” with Jackson Jekyll today… not that we were

ever really dating I mean officially, which would have
been nice but every time he would ask me out he would
totally pull the invisible boy act on me and not show up.
Or call. The next day he was always very sweet and
apologetic but he could never remember why he forgot our
date. I guess the final nail in the coffin was when he didn’t
meet me at this party and I totally felt like a one tombstone
graveyard. I ended up dancing with this scary hot DJ
named Holt Hyde who acted like he knew me although
I’m pretty sure that we hadn’t met before. Jackson and I
are still friends but sometimes that’s just how the
tombstone crumbles.

25♥September
Went to the beach with Frankie, Clawdeen and Clawd to
watch Lagoona surf. It was a beautiful day, which meant I
had to break out the sunscreen although the stuff I have to
use is more like sunwall. It’s so thick it’s like being coated
in honey and it’s like a sand magnet so I pretty much have
to stay on a blanket the whole time or I end up looking
like a sand sculpture. Oh well, it’s worth the annoyance to
get to spend the day at the beach.

30♥September
I stayed up late reading a new novel about a forbidden
romance between a werewolf girl and a vampire boy…
like that would ever happen… but it’s so sweet and tragic
I couldn’t put it down. Of course I slept through my alarm
and was almost late for school, which meant my makeup
was a mess cause I couldn’t take my time putting it on.
Luckily, Ghoulia saw me before anyone else did and she
helped me straighten it out so I didn’t walk into my first
class looking like an undead clown… not that there’s
anything wrong with that.

1♥October
I took one of those quizzes to see what kind of creature I
am - I think all the teen monster mags have them now -
which seems kind of strange since like I already know.
Anyway, the quiz had questions ike: What is your favorite
haunt? What is your favorite food? Would you rather be
dead or undead? Do you run, shamble, fly or ooze? So
after I answered all the questions I turned to the back to
read:
Congratulations! You are a Woodland Nymph! You are
kind, gentle and love sunshine and nature. You probably
make your home in a tree where you enjoy the company of
many woodland animals that you would never scare or eat.
I wonder if I should share this with father? LOL… maybe
not = )

7♥October
Clawd and Spectra had a monster argument today and it
created such a fuss that both of them got called into
Headmistress Bloodgood’s office. I don’t think I’ve ever
seen Clawd so angry or Spectra so self-righteous but
neither of them would talk about it when they came out of
HHB’s office - not even to me! Clawdeen thinks it has
something to do with Cleo and Clawd but I totally don’t
understand how she made that connection. Now Clawdeen
is mad at Cleo. Again. This is really sad and since it
seemed like they were starting to actually tolerate each
other.

12♥October
I know a lot of monsters are not excited about having to
write an essay on our monster heritage but I think it’s
creeperifically cool! First of all, I’m writing a screenplay
about my un-life and I think this will really help the third
act and secondly because it gives me the opportunity to set
the record straight about a couple of things. Beginning
with the fact that my father is much older than any
monster realizes. I mean he was already a vampire back
when togas were first considered fashionable… sooo glad
father doesn’t wear one anymore. Then there was that
whole identity theft calamity that happened when we
rented our castle in Transylvania to a total con-monster
who went around pretending to be father. Now I have to
carry a copy of my death certificate to prove that I really
am as old as I say I am cause some monsters think I must
be related to that loser. Unfortunately for the imposter his
bats came home to roost and not in a good way either. The
rest of my story, like how father took in me and my
mother when no one else would and why I’m a vegan
vampire I’m going to save for the screenplay which I
would like to film in pink and white. How scary cool
would that be?

16♥October
In the span on 3 days Clawdeen missed a test in Mad
Science, a school dance and a buy one get one shoe sale at
the Maul. Frankie and I knew something had to be wrong
but Clawdeen wouldn’t answer our texts or emails. Finally
Clawd showed us a picture he took of Clawdeen with his
iCoffin. Her hair… it was… it was… not of this world.
Clawd said she couldn’t fix it and had to “ctrl+alt+delete
her new ‘do” with a pair of electric clippers. He said she
was so depressed that she turned all her mirrors toward the
wall and wasn’t even growling at Howleen for borrowing
her clothes. I suggested we shave our heads too but then
Frankie reminded me how fast Clawdeen’s hair grows and
that we’d be bald a lot longer than she would so we came
up with the idea of going to the Maul and buying
Clawdeen a fierce fashionista scare package to cheer her
up instead and that’s just what we did. Of course we
bought some things for ourselves too = )

25♥October
I was supposed to fang out with the ghouls last night but I
didn’t. I tried to explain what happened to Clawdeen but I
couldn’t. She was annoyed with me cause I always tell her
everything. She thinks I’m keeping a secret from her
which I guess I sort of am but I’m not sure I want to talk
to anybody about it yet. So I wrote this poem to describe
what happened. I don’t know why it’s easier for me to
express emotions in verse but sometimes it just is. I read it
to Count Fabulous who usually leaves the room when I get
too sappy but this time he flew down and gave me a little
bat hug when I was finished.
One fall autumn night I took a walk jaunt

to meet some friends at a familiar haunt

The sky above was very starry bright
and there seemed to me not a cloud in sight
So off I went without sans umbrella or coat
although what I probably needed was really a boat
Caust the clouds came rolled in with a dragon’s roar
and shortly thereafter it bagan to pour
Not a pleasant rain, good for plant and flower
but a driving, unfriendly, cold hard icy shower
Now I was halfway between home and there
my makeup was running ruined and so was my hair
With no shelter in sight or a way to get dry
I put my head face in my hands and started to cry
When out of the shower rain a voice broke through,
“Hey D it’s me Clawd, hey D is that you?”
As I blinked through the tears and rain I could see
Clawdeen’s brother Clawd, waving at me
Across four lanes of traffic bravely he dashed
with umbrella in hand to my side he flashed
He led helped me back to his car warm and dry
said not a word till I’d finished my cry
“Here’s a hot coffinccino whip cream no foam,
it’ll warm you right up while I drive you home.”
From the car he walked me up to my door
protecting me still from the storm’s downpour
As he turned to leave I placed a kiss on his cheek
then I ran inside before he could speak.
And while I watched his car disappear from sight
I felt something happen change for me that night
No longer did I see him as just my best friend’s brother
that night, to me, he became something other.

The great thing about poetry is that it doesn’t have to be

epic to express how you feel. Now I have to wonder,
“Does he feel the same?”