Hoodude Voodoo's SDCCI diary

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You'll get stuck if you read my journal.

21 of May
Mr. Stein told me that I couldn't live with them anymore. He was not very happy that Frankie created me especially because the material Frankie used to make me was actually a gift to Dr. Stein from a witch doctor that he had worked with in the past. Frankie didn't know that of course, she just used the best looking cloth and stuffing she could find–hah! There must have been some magic in that old silk cloth she found cause when she sowed me up I began to dance around–Actually it wasn't really silk it was more of a rustic burlap but she did use silk thread for my heart. Mr. Stein was not mad at me at all though. He took me to lunch and said, "Hoodude, you seem like a fin young creature but I can't have a teenage monster who has sparks for my daughter living in the same house with her." I told him I understood and that I appreciated him being straightforward with me. He didn't just kick me out though. He arranged for me to be able to stay at Miss Kindergrübber's. Before she started teaching at Monster High she ran her own oven and breakfast–wait that should be dead and breakfast shouldn't it? Anyway she has lots of rooms and I stay with her now. It's a nice place and she keeps everything, including me, in stitch top shape.

 

 

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Then the coaches handed out the letters to all the varsity athletes. After the football team got theirs Clawd stepped up to the mic and said, "I'd like to now present a special award and an honorary letter to a monster who has no idea this is coming. Although he never played a down, his unselfish attitude, toughness and team first mentality helped prepare us for every game we played in this year. Hoodude Voodoo can you come up here please?" The spotlight hit me and I just sat there with my mouth open. Every monster was clapping and Scarah had to shove me forward. I went up to the podium and Clawd put his arm around me and said, "Hoodude sacrificed his time both before and after school to come out and volunteer as a tckling target, and I've got to say that you may be the toughest monster I've ever been around. You definitely deserve to have this award and wear your letter with pride." I can still hear the cheering and feel the slaps on my back. Miss K. says she'll stitch my letter onto my jacket for me and I can't wait to wear it to school. I guess all those grass stains were worth it.