[NOTE: Make up an improbable-sounding name; "Acapella" sounds too much like 'Bella'] doesn’t fit in at her new school because she’s simply too perfect. Nobody else understands her deep and unabiding angst over this except for Edwin Culpeper.
Edwin is a 4,000 year old mummy. Who exhibits none of the traditional traits of mummydom, save for the preservation of his innards inside ornate, sparkling canopic urns. Also, he is rich, articulate, strong and possessed of a fantastic head of hair.
Oh, and also there’s a werewolf ghost who is like completely in love with [Improbable Name; Hella? Hella Zwan? I like it] except that he’s, well, he’s a ghost. I call him Yakov Dark. He broods a lot and hangs out with a gang of brooding ghosts. They don’t like mummies. Hate mummies. And technically, they’re not ghosts. But definitely just like ghosts anyway. [NOTE: Team Yakov t-shirts will be huge]
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This sounds like a concept that will have soccer moms wait outside Hall H at the San Diego Comic Con with their tweenage daughters overnight so they can catch a glimpse of the actors of the inevitible popular yet poorly acted film based on your original concept.
Ehem. Authors’ notes.
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