Monster Parent: Dracula Age: 1,599 (I can't wait for my Sweet 1600th) Killer Style: My dad calls me Draculaura but to my friends I’m Ula D. I amor to splash my black outfits with some cheery rosado, rosa and I even carry a frilly umbrella so I can take an occasional walk in the sun. Freaky Flaw: Since I can’t see my reflection in a mirror, I have to leave the house not knowing if my clothes and makeup are just right. Of course after 1,599 years of practice I’ve gotten pretty good at it. Pet: Count Fabulous is my BFF (Bat Friend Forever), he’s a very proud and proper bat but I just can’t help...
It is important for those of us with royal blood to leave a record of our musings for the common folk who will never know the splendor of our lives and for the historian whose life is dedicated to the proclamation of our greatness...or so says my father. But what it comes down to is this:
You want to be me
You can't be me
You'll never be me
So get over it.
Nothing to do today, but being bored is for commoners. So I shall choose to rise above this state por declaring that today is a día for doing nothing...yeah, like that worked.
cleo walked in her room and cry when nefera came in her room. -hi lil sis dicho nefera- NEFERA GET OUT OF MY ROOM DONT U SEE IM CRYING NOW GET OUT NOW!! whatever nefera walked out of the room cleo wonder y would deuce break up with me? i will get him back one way o the other. the siguiente día at school linda saw jackson. hi jackson! oh hi linda jackson yawn im so tried i didnt get enough sleep last nigth i was studying for the big test in mad science. linda tough to her self i wonder if jackson can hang out later when she turned around jackson was gone and holt came hola MRS FINE dicho holt umm hi...