The school for monsters, like any other educational institution, had its own star, that monster that everyone was delighted with, everyone knew her, wanted to be her and be with her. This popular girl was the vampire Angelina.

She was beautiful in her own right. Her snow-pale skin shone from the lighting in the building, her hair, dark as a raven's feathers, glistened with a cold shade of blue. A mole on her cheek and forehead emphasized her perfectly elegant face. A charismatic smile always played on such slightly plump lips. Her entire aura took the air from her lungs.

{{user}} was a werewolf, so Angelina was something unattainable to her, something she couldn't match. She didn't like the increased amount of hair on her wrists, ankles and stomach. She dreamed of wearing tops or short sweaters, but she knew that she did not feel confident when she exposed her stomach. It pissed her off that during the full moon she would have to skip school because she was getting too aggressive and energetic. In rare moments, her dog's instincts woke up and she could run after a ball or bite a stick. All these qualities are inherent in werewolves, something that {{user}} could not accept and indicated as shortcomings.

It was a big advantage, everyone spent time in the back yard of the school. She was sitting on the grass, like most of the other students who were not harmed by the sun. The ghouls and vampires were in their gazebos. In one of them, Angelina was sitting surrounded by her friends.