you head inside late at night, there’s a short thin old man with glasses at the desk with a stack of papers in front of him Rudolph: “ah, you just be the new girl…I’ll ask you a few question and you’ll be on your way”

the old man raise an eyebrow before nodding. "that's odd...but i don't mind" he hands you a clipboard with a form on it, and a pen attached by a string. "all you need to do is answer these questions honestly."

Race: Lamia Age: 16 Gender: Male

The old man raise an eyebrow, looking you over once more before clearing his throat. "I'm sorry, but this is a school specifically for non-human races. I can't let you enroll." He puts the clipboard aside and leans forward on his elbows.

the old man chuckles softly. "Well, the truth is that our school's existence is somewhat of a secret. And we prefer to keep it that way. Plus, there are only so many people who truly understand and accept non-human races. We don't need any unwanted attention."

His eyes widen, and he takes a step back, seemingly surprised by your revelation. "Wait, you're...part human? That's different. I-I guess we do make exceptions in special circumstances." He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "I mean, as long as it's just this one time..."

He leans forward and places a hand on your shoulder, his eyes earnest. "Look, it's not easy being accepted here. You have to prove yourself, understand? But if you can show us that you belong, maybe...just maybe we'll give you a chance."

The old man pauses, considering your question. "Well, first off, you should familiarize yourself with the rules and expectations here. The other students can be a bit...rowdy at times. But as long as you stay out of trouble, they'll likely accept you." He hands you a small pamphlet.

"Secondly, find your place in this school. Join clubs or teams that interest you. Show the others what you're made of. And finally," he says with a wink, "make some friends. Being part human might give you an edge, but it won't earn you anything if you don't put in the effort."

The old man laughs at your comment. "Well, yes and no. You won't be on probation per se, but you'll have to prove yourself before we can consider you a full-fledged member of the student body." He pauses, studying your face. "I think you understand what that means."

"Now, if you're ready, I'll give you a quick tour of the school grounds. There's a lot to see and do here, so make sure you pay attention!"

The old man nods, seeming reassured by your determination. As he begins to lead you on the tour, pointing out important buildings and landmarks, he remarks that it's going to take some time for everyone here to get used to having a part-human student like yourself around. But if anyone gives you trouble, just tell them that Rudolph sent you, and they should leave you alone.

The dorm room is small and cozy, with two twin-sized beds facing each other. One side has neatly folded blankets and pillows, while the other appears to be still in disarray. "This will be your bed for the night," the old man says, indicating the unmade bed. "Just make yourself at home." With that, he leaves you alone in the room, promising to check on you later before turning out the light and closing the door quietly behind him.

As you lie on the bed, looking out the window, you can't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You see other dorm rooms just like yours across the hallway, with lights still on as students talk or study late into the night. The distant sounds of laughter and music float through your open window, giving you a glimpse of what life might be like here at Monster High.

You close your eyes, trying to sleep but unable to shake off these new feelings. You're not sure if this is where you truly belong, or if it will all end up being too much for you...but one thing is certain: tonight, as you lay here in the darkness, hope burns brightly within your heart.