Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction, there are no resemblances to actual people, places or events. If there are, it is utterly not intended. I do NOT own Monster High or anything to do with it. This is all completely non-profit and just for pure entertainment.

A / n: Yes, before you slap me - here's another story idea I had. Now this story is different from my others in the sense that there will be mini-stories within this story, so feel free to request couples if you'd like. But I'll be coming back here to do drabbles and short thoughts. Thanks for reading, please R & R! :)

Chapter One

Dear Diary,

I've always wondered about the weather. Rainy, snowy, hail – anything else. A lot of monsters don't like it but I think there's a special something about it that makes it so… you know, different than other weather. I'm forbidden to go out in wet weather of any kind. Not sure why though, how can something so mysterious be so dangerous?

Daddy says it's very dangerous, especially for a ghoul like me. I think he means that in the way that I have to plug my bed into the wall to get a full charge at bedtime. Since a very young age I was taught that water and electricity do not mix together. That they were very bad and could hurt me.

Back when I was a couple days old, I ran out into the rain… and not much after that can I remember about it. My mom and dad said it was totally mortalfying! And we were lucky that my daddy's best bloodies were over to help. They said I short circuited and very lucky to be charged and doing well now.

I often wonder if it would be worth it to try again. Or if I would short circuit… but for good this time. Oh it sounds really bad but I want to be out in the rain and be able to remember it. That's really all I want. I don't wish to be shielded from every raindrop and snowflake anymore. I wanna experience it all, but I can't. And that's not a very nice feeling.

Not at all.

I wouldn't even have to be out in it long, just a few drops would be okay. But I guess I'll never know that feeling.

Thanks for listening Diary, you're always here for me.

Lots of love,

Frankie Stein