Monster High: 13 Wishes Page #5

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Oh!

Are you boys ready to

finish this stunt or...

Die Trying!

Now, Abbey, as Student

Disembodied President,

it is your responsibility

to manage the day-to-day

functioning of Monster High in

the absence of the headmistress.

You're going away?

Yes, unfortunately, I have to

attend an emergency meeting.

I have left all the details and

instructions in that guidebook.

Headmistress Bloodgood,

time to go.

Yes, very well. I have every

confidence that, in your hands, Abbey,

this school will be in exactly the

same condition as when I left it.

Perfect.

I will be back in a few days.

Now, your first act as

president. Morning announcements!

Attention,

this is President Abbey.

Lunch hour now is 20 minutes.

To give more time

for the studies.

Is for their own good.

Ah!

Twyla.

Sorry, I do that,

it's a family thing.

Hey, what's the matter?

You know, it's just Howleen.

She's different now.

Popular.

This happens to

some Finders.

They get what they thought they

wanted, and it changes them.

Yeah, but that's not it.

It's hard to explain. There is

something different in the shadows.

Like someone or

something is living there.

Do you know anything

about this? I cannot say.

Gigi...

I really cannot.

The magic of the lamp stops me from

telling the Finder all that I know.

Please, Gigi,

you gotta help Howleen out.

You need to guide her.

Howleen must choose her path. I

am not allowed to influence her.

But others can.

Well, if you can't help her,

maybe we can. Come on, Twyla.

Wait. Guys,

guys, I can't hear you. What?

Front row of the casketball

game on Friday? Let me check.

Okay, well, I'll have to move some

things around, but I think I can make it.

What? Gory is having

a party next Saturday?

Aw, man, that's the same day

as Operetta's party.

I guess I can't make it.

Wait! Why am I moving stuff?

I'm the popular one!

Operetta will just

have to move her party

if she wants me to fit

her into my skedge...

Howleen! We have to talk.

Yeah. This isn't you.

Whatever's going down,

we're here for you.

Where were they when you were

getting picked on in the bathroom?

That's right! Where were you?

Huh?

Hey, this is what popular looks

like. If you can't handle that...

Being popular's not as easy

as I make it look, is it?

Go away, Cleo.

You're just not built

to handle popularity.

You have no idea what

it's like being an outcast!

What it's like being

forgotten, being nobody.

Perhaps she should

learn what it's like.

Totally. Gigi, I need you!

Yes, Finder,

how may I serve you?

I wish Cleo knew what

it was like to be nobody.

But, but, Finder...

Now!

As you choose.

Hmm. No amount of wishing

can turn me into a nobody!

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