A Fate Totally Worse Than Death
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Welcome to Cliffside High, the school of your nightmares. It's run by the Huns, a ruthless clique of rich students—and, as poor Charity Chase discovers, messing with them can be murder. There's Tiffany, avid reader of every beauty magazine available; Brooke, desperate for a date; Danielle, Al Capone in Miss America's body, with her sights set firmly on a millionaire's son Drew.
Unfortunately, like every other boy at Cliffside, Drew only has eyes for Helga, the ravishing new student from Norway … wherever that may be. As far as Danielle is concerned, Helga could be from another world. In fact, if she doesn't lay off Drew—she just might be. Getting rid of her ought to be as easy as taking candy off a helpless old lady. Only something weird is happening to Danielle and her friends, something much nastier than the horror stories she loves to read, something that can only be described as a fate totally worse than death.
Paul Fleischman
Paul Fleischman's novels, poetry, picture books, and nonfiction are known for innovation and multiple viewpoints. He received the Newbery Medal for Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices and a Newbery Honor for Graven Images, and he was a National Book Award finalist for Breakout. His books bridging the page and stage include Bull Run, Seek, and Mind's Eye. For the body of his work, he's been the United States nominee for the international Hans Christian Andersen Award. He lives in California. www.paulfleischman.net.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I do not read teen slasher stories, but even I could appreciate this wonderfully done parody. It had me howling and all the girls were so bitchy it was beautiful. This is parodying at its very best!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This humorous novel is about three girls who are avenged for their selfish, conceited even violent behaviors. It is written in third person omniscient so the reader can understand how these girls feel as they all face their tragic ends. Danielle, Brooke and Tiffany are the rich, mean high school girls who cannot stand anyone dating the “huns.” When a new girl moves into town from Norway, they are desperate to get rid of her. I would recommend this novel to female readers age sixteen and above. There is some subtle humor that can only be understood by mature teens.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Its an OK book, kind of strange. Gave me the creeps in a weird way.
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A Fate Totally Worse Than Death - Paul Fleischman
DEATH
CHAPTER 1
………. Danielle despised waiting in lines. Mixing body mechanics and brazen gall, she edged past a bent-backed, blind woman and her dog, then two tottering veterans of San Juan Hill, then a mother with triplets, and squeezed onto the bus. She saw the sign above the seat reserving it for senior citizens. She also saw that it was the last seat left. She grabbed it, pretending not to notice the parade of the old and infirm shuffling past. Last to board, the blind woman halted directly before her and groped for a handhold. Just my luck, thought Danielle. Helen Keller has to stop next to me. She felt poison-tipped glances thrust at her by her neighbors. The Whistler’s Mother look-alike to her left cleared her throat in a meaningful fashion. Danielle rolled her eyes, unzipped her pack, pulled out Prom Night Massacre, and opened it in front of her face. Cross-eyed, she flipped through the pages to her place.
Her father. What a loser, thought Tanya. A sculptor! Not that he ever managed to sell any of his weird creations. She shuddered to recall their pathetic Ford Pinto and the single black-and-white TV they’d been able to afford. Who could blame her mother for dumping him? Or for marrying the knockout, Benz-driving owner of Belvedere Realty? She’d taught Tanya a lot. Get what you want out of life. Get it now. And don’t worry about stepping on toes. Or hearts.
Danielle smirked. She’d come across characters like this, in books like this, plenty of times. Ambitious. Unrepentently selfish. Materialistic. Like me, she mused, but with a difference: They usually paid for their sins by being stalked, sliced, or sautéed in the end. She lowered the book and looked around with relief. This, thank God, was the real world, where the sharp and unscrupulous got a seat on the bus. Through this world, she knew well, she would waltz unscathed.
She rang for her stop, gathered her things, and ran the gauntlet of stares toward the rear. Ought to be ashamed,
spoke an eggshell-frail dowager. The bus’s sudden stop gave Danielle a pretext for lurching in her direction and stepping on her foot before exiting. The woman’s agonized howl faded as Danielle innocently crossed the street.
The September sun warmed her shoulders while the breeze off the Pacific played with her sundress. Passing the Cliffside, California, Public Library, she inventoried her image in its windows. Legs: terrific. Bust: classic beach bunny. Hair: blond, straight, faultless. Face: Pepsi-ad quality. She threw herself a smile. This would be the year she’d hook Drew. She felt sure of it. They were both seniors now, both tall, blond, beautiful, and rich—fabulously rich in his case. He’d had all summer to forget about Charity Chase. He needed someone in the passenger seat of the new BMW his parents had just bought him. Together, they’d be shoe-ins for Prom King and Queen. They’d be the envy of all the Huns—the name proudly worn by those students living in exclusive Hundred Palms Estates. Though the Huns ruled Cliffside High’s social life and student government, Danielle dreamed of more: ruling the Huns. The triumphant merger of her looks and Drew’s loot would put her on the throne. They’d be Ferdinand and Isabella, minus eighty pounds of flab. She grinned. School was only two weeks old. No hurry, she thought. He’d notice her. She’d make certain of that.
Absently, she turned down Jade Street. She was jerked out of her reverie by the sharp scent of disinfectant, then remembered why her feet had led her there: Community Service. She released a long sigh of martyrdom. An hour a week of unpaid labor, which the school district claimed would provide much-needed aid, increase student sensitivity, and build bridges between youth and community, a program instituted over the objections of the horrified, Hun-packed student council. Gritting her teeth, Danielle entered Driftwood Manor Convalescent Home, wove her way around obstacles human, inanimate, and indeterminate, and found her way for the second time to the room of Mrs. Edwina Witt.
Surf’s up, Winnie. What do you say?
Propped up in bed, Mrs. Witt slowly rotated her white-haired head toward her visitor.
Danielle dropped her pack on the floor and noticed that the room’s other bed was empty. What happened to Mrs. What’s-her-name?
Mrs. Witt’s lips moved diligently, producing miniscule smacks but no words.
Danielle saw that the roommate’s table was bare and her family photos missing from the wall. Well, like they say, death happens. Especially to you Model Ts in here.
Collapsing into a chair, she pried off her sandals with her toes and extended her feet onto Mrs. Witt’s bed. Hope you don’t mind. Long day today. I’m totally beat.
Mrs. Witt’s lips wriggled.
Well, that’s two of us,
Danielle spoke for her. She tilted her head up toward the wall-mounted television and gazed blankly at Mrs. Witt’s news program. Bending forward with a groan, she snatched the remote control from the bed, flicked ahead thirteen channels—Mrs. Witt’s eyes expanding with each change—and found the music video station. Bleeding Ulcer, her favorite group, was on. She leaned back, tossed the remote on the bed, then spotted Mrs. Wìtt’s hand crawling toward it.
Now, now.
Danielle nudged it out of reach with her foot, then wondered if the raucous music might draw a nurse to the room. Groaning again, she got to her feet, closed the door to the hall, then locked it. Returning, she spied on a shelf the box of chocolates she recalled from the week before and brought it with her to her chair.
It’s only polite to offer your guests something to eat,
she said. Mrs. Witt’s lips moved speechlessly while Danielle fished among the candies. She’d already eaten all the cherry truffles during her first visit. She now plucked out a coconut-covered morsel, examined it critically, took a nibble, grimaced, and spit it out.
What flavor was that? Turpentine?
She cemented the piece she’d spit out back in place, returned the chocolate to its compartment, then jumped at the sound of two raps on the door.
She shot to her feet and scrambled to find Mrs. Witt’s program on the TV. Just a minute,
Danielle crooned. She shoved the candy back on its shelf, tugged her sandals onto her feet,