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Monster High Quotes
The inaugural morning at Merston High was officially over. It was no longer a mysterious place in Melody’s imagination, filled with endless possibilities and hooks on which to hang hopes for a better tomorrow. It was completely – boringly – normal. Like meeting an online crush after months of e-flirting, the reality didn’t live up to the fantasy. It was dull, predictable, and way more attractive in the photos.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
It was becoming more and more evident that Salem was a town that celebrated individuality, a real live-and-let-live kind of place. Melody felt a gut punch of regret. Her old nose would have fit in here.”Look!” She pointed at the multicolored car whizzing by. Its black door were from a Mercedes coupe, the white hood from a BMW; the silver trunk was Jaguar, the red convertible top was Lexus, the whitewall tires were Bentley, the sound system was Bose, and the music was classical. A hood ornament from each model dangled from the rear view mirror. Its license plate appropriately read MUTT.”That car looks like a moving Benton ad.””Or a pileup on Rodeo drive.” Candace snapped a picture with her iPhone and e-mailed to her friends back home. They responded instantly with a shot of what they were doing. It must have involved the mall because Candace picked up her pace and began asking anyone under the age of fifty where the cool people hung out.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
Something about Bekka and Haylee reminded her of Candace’s line between ingenious and insane. Ingenuity inspired their dreams, and insanity gave them the courage to pursue them. It was something Melody wanted for herself.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
Because whipping an atlas at Jackson’s head while he was flirt-touching that Frankie girl in geography would have been very satisfying. And beating him with the Eiffel Tower snowglobe while he kissed Cleo in French would have been tres cathartic. But she hadn’t. Instead she’d been egg-like: a hard shell on the outside, and a runny mess on the inside.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
The articles were extremely eye-opening. Not just in Teen Vogue but in Seventeen and CosmoGirl as well. They were all about being yourself, staying natural, loving your body as is, and going green! The messages were the exact opposite of Vik and Viv’s.Hmmmmm. Frankie turned to face the full-length mirror that was up against the yellow wardrobe. She opened her robe and examined her body. Fit, muscular, and exquisitely proportioned, she agreed with the magazines. So what if her skin was mint? Or her limbs were attached with seams? According to the magazines, which were – no offense! – way more in touch with the times than her parents were, she was suppose to love her body just the way it was. And she did! Therefor if the normies read magazines (which obviously they did, because they were in them), then they would love her, too. Natural was in.Besides she was Daddy’s perfect little girl. And who didn’t love perfect?
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
I dunno.” She sat on the bench and hugged the robe like a pillow. “I still think that Brett guy is cute.””Good luck getting him away from Bekka.” Cleo gathered her silky black hair into a high pony and pink-dabbed Smith’s Rosebud Salve on her lips. “She’s got more grip than Crazy Glue.””More cling than Saran Wrap, ” Lala added.”More hold than Final Net.” Cleo giggled.”More possession than The Exorcist, ” Lala managed.”More clench than butt cheeks, ” Blue chimed in.”More competition than American Idol, ” Frankie stuck out her chest and showed them her diva booty roll.The girls burst out laughing.”Nice!” Blue lifted her purple gloved hand.Frankie slapped it without a single spark.”I hate to be a downer…” Claudine shuffled back into the conversation wearing her slippers and robe. “But that girl will destroy you if she catches you with Brett.””I’m not worried, ” Frankie tossed her hair back. “I’ve seen all the teen movies, and the nice girl gets the boy in the end.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
This isn’t going to be pretty. Rules will be broken. Friendships will be tested. And huge risks will be taken. But they’re small prices to pay for true love and freedom, right?
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
A burrito is a delicious food item that breaks down all social barriers and leads to temporary spiritual enlightenment.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
It was an image Melody would never forget. Or was it the emotions the image conjured – hope, excitement, and fear of the unknown, all three tightly braided together, creating a fourth emotion that was impossible to define. She was getting a second chance at happiness and it tickled like swallowing fifty fuzzy caterpillars.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
After each dream, Frankie woke with a start, soaked in tears. But she found no relief in the peaceful silence of her room, because there everything was real. And the guilt was too immense to bear. Each time she opened her eyes, she’d quickly shut them. And wish that she had woken up for the very last time.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
She raced for him, propelled by the strength of a thousand regrets.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
This is our big chance to see what people think of us. The real us. We have to show em there’s nothing to be afraid of. If we don’t get over our fears, they never will.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
The confusing lesson whipped Frankie’s anger into something she had never felt before. It was like an emotional meringue – the airy feeling of loneliness topped with the hard crisp of injustice. Yet its taste was far from sweet.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
One by one, drops fell from her eyes like they were on an assembly line – gather, fall, slide…gather, fall, slide…each one commemorating something she had lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
She didn’t mind a little rain. At least no one would see her cry.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
Watching a make-out while wrapped in a blanket with a guy she wanted to make out with made her feel exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like her thoughts were flashing before his eyes.Finally Brett managed to pull away without consent of Bekka’s lips. The confusion created a sloppy bite-a-juicy-peach sound. Everyone cringed.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
Viktor was swinging a leather duffle and wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his favorite brown UGG slippers with a hole in the toe.”Worn and old, just like Viv, ” he’d say when Frankie made fun of them, and then his wife would swat him on the arm. But Frankie knew he was just joking, because Viveka was the type of woman you wished was in a magazine just so you could stare at her violet-colored eyes and shiny black hair without being called a stalker or a freak.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
Friends first.””Even before Brett?””Always, ” Bekka said. Her lively freckled face was dead serious.”Wow, ” Melody said in surprise. They really were friends. Hearing it helped her feel it. And feeling it was like sinking deeper into a warm bath.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
No, I’m serious, ” Frankie insisted, fed up with being silenced. “Why didn’t you just make me a normie?”Viktor sighed. “Because that’s not who we are. We’re special. And I’m very proud that. You should be, too.””Proud?” Frankie spat out the word as if it had been soaked in nail polish remover. “How can I be proud when everyone is telling me to hide?””I’m telling you to hide so you’ll be safe. But you can still feel proud of who you are, ” he explained, like it really was that simple. “Pride has to come from within you and stay with you, no matter what people say.”Huh?Frankie crossed her arms and looked away.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
Sooo, I’m tired of people thinking I’m a freak. I know you can’t relate to that but -“”Get over it already, will ya?” Candace stood. “You’re not Smellody anymore. You’re pretty. You can get hot guys now. Tanned ones with good vision. Not geeky hose jousters.” She shut the window. “Don’t you ever want to use your lips as something other than veneer protectors?”Melody felt a familiar pinch behind her eyes. Her throat dried. Her eyes burned. And then they came. Like salty little paratroopers, tears descended en masse. She hated Candace thought she had never made out with a boy. But how could she convince a seventeen-year-old with more dates than a fruitcake that Randy the Starbucks cashier (aka Scarbucks, because of his acne scars) was a great kisser? She couldn’t.
— Lisi Harrison, Monster High
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