The Accident
By Diane Hoh
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Megan Logan’s sixteenth birthday party is in eleven days, and she still doesn’t have a date. For months she’s been secretly in love with her best friend, Justin, but she’s afraid to tell him how she feels. By the time her party starts, though, boys will be the last thing on her mind. While Megan tries on her party dress, three of her friends go for a ride to the lake. As the car makes a sharp turn, the steering malfunctions, and the girls fly headlong into a utility pole. Two escape with minor injuries, but one is rushed to the hospital in critical condition. As Megan worries about her friend, a spirit appears in her mirror: the ghost of a girl who died decades before, on her sixteenth birthday. As the ghost attempts to take over her life, Megan just hopes she can make it through her party alive. This ebook features an illustrated biography of Diane Hoh including rare photos and never-before-seen documents from the author’s personal collection.
Diane Hoh
Diane Hoh (b. 1937) is a bestselling author of young adult fiction. Born in Warren, Pennsylvania, Hoh began her first novel, Loving That O’Connor Boy (1985), after seeing an ad in a publishing trade magazine requesting submissions for a line of young adult fiction. After contributing novels to two popular series, Cheerleaders and the Girls of Canby Hall, Hoh found great success writing thrillers, beginning with Funhouse (1990), a Point Horror novel that became a national bestseller. Following its success, Hoh created the Nightmare Hall series, whose twenty-nine installments chronicle a university plagued by dark secrets, and the seven-volume Med Center series, about the challenges and mysteries in a Massachusetts hospital. In 1998, Hoh had a runaway hit with Titanic: The Long Night and Remembering the Titanic, a pair of novels about two couples’ escape from the doomed ocean liner. She now lives and writes in Austin.
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The Accident - Diane Hoh
The Accident
Diane Hoh
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 1
THE HEAT WAS OPPRESSIVE, settling down on the village of Lakeside, smothering it like a wet woolen blanket. A pale charcoal sky hung low over the lake and the tall pine trees surrounding the navy-blue water like giant sentries. For days the dark sky had promised, but refused to deliver, the relief of a cooling rain.
The students at Philippa Moore Senior High School in Lakeside complained constantly about the heat, unusual for the last weeks of May. It’s never this hot this early,
they said, their clothing sticking to their skin like damp tissue paper.
Philippa Moore, an old but still-beautiful structure of antique brick and white pillars, was not air-conditioned. On days when heat rays radiated up from the sidewalks outside, and chalk grew moist and sticky inside, sitting in one of its classrooms was like being roasted over hot coals.
Class cutting became rampant. Even those students who seldom skipped gave in to the temptation to escape the stifling classrooms.
Jenny Winn, sixteen; her fifteen-year-old sister, Barbie; and their best friend, Cappie Cabot, cut their final class of the day on a Wednesday afternoon. The woods on the other side of the lake will be cooler,
Jenny said. Well go there.
They put the top down on the big old yellow convertible, a legacy from their older brother Gene when he went off to college. The car had fins that looked like wings. While tiny Jenny would have preferred a cute little sports car to tool around town in, when given the elephantine vehicle she had said, Wheels are wheels,
and had quickly learned to handle the car like an expert.
We should have asked Megan and Hilary to come along,
Cappie said as Jenny confidently guided the car down the highway. But Megan probably wouldn’t have cut, and Hilary said she had to go to the drama department after school.
I think Megan had stuff to do for her birthday party,
Barb said, her long, blonde hair blowing around her freckled face. She’s so excited about it. Wish I was turning sixteen.
You will.
The big yellow car moved along the road beside the lake, creating a breeze that was thick and hot, aimed straight at them.
But they all agreed it was better than being in one of Philippa’s classrooms.
It had better be cool in the woods,
Jenny muttered, easing into the curve at Sutter’s Bend. If Miss Beech finds out I deliberately cut class, she’ll hang me out to dry. So this little excursion had better be worth it.
As she always did when she reached the sharp elbow in the road, Jenny eased up on her speed and kept a firm grip on the wheel. She had driven this curve hundreds of times since she got her license in January. It was part of her trip to and from school every day.
On her right lay the lake, still too cold for swimming, guarded by stately pine trees. Big old houses and smaller, rustic cabins were scattered along its shores. The woods were off to her left, and a dry open road lay ahead of her like a flat gray ribbon. There was no oncoming traffic and no one tailgating her. Taking the curve should have been as simple as brushing her teeth.
But it wasn’t. When she turned the steering wheel, it moved too easily, too rapidly, too loosely. And the car refused to obey. It continued moving in a straight line. Jenny tried again, using more force this time. The steering wheel spun uselessly, as if it had nothing whatsoever to do with the car.
She hunched over the wheel, saying in a low, tense voice, Barb, something’s wrong.
Barbie glanced up, unconcerned. What? What’s the matter?
When she realized that the big yellow car wasn’t following the curve, she jerked upright. Jenny —
Everything happened very quickly, no longer than the blink of an eye.
The car left the road, heading directly toward a utility pole on their right. And Jenny made a bad mistake. In her panic to regain control of the car, the foot she intended for the brake pedal slammed down instead on the gas pedal.
The car shot forward.
The three girls screamed, their hands flying up instinctively to protect their faces.
The car hit the utility pole, and the sound of metal crashing into wood echoed out over the quiet, peaceful lake.
The impact sliced the pole in two. Its upper section tipped in slow motion and descended onto the crumpled pile of yellow metal. Sparks danced about as the wires came into contact with the steel and the road.
Barbie, upon impact tossed like a rag doll from the convertible, lay stunned, not quite conscious, on the grassy area above the lake, safe from the spitting wires. She was murmuring her sister’s name.
The only sign of the girl whose name Barbie kept repeating was a bare and bloodied arm draped lifelessly over what was left of the driver’s door. Cappie was hidden within the bent and broken car.
Then Barbie lost consciousness, and the only sound breaking the ominous silence was the faint hissing of the electrical wires.
Chapter 2
MEGAN LOGAN STOOD BEFORE the free-standing, oval, wooden-framed cheval mirror in her bedroom, listening to the whippoorwills outside her open window and wondering if the blue-green dress she was trying on should be shortened for her party. The bird song was nearly drowned out by the constant humming and chugging of boat engines on the lake behind her house and by the sound of the television downstairs. But Megan was very good at filtering out sounds that didn’t interest her and hearing only those she chose, like the call of the whippoorwills.
The blue and cream slant-ceilinged bedroom at the rear of the house was stuffy and hot, not conducive to trying on clothes. Old houses like this one, her mother’s inheritance from Megan’s grandmother Martha, had no air conditioning. Normally the breeze off the water cooled the house, but during this heat wave, even the breeze was oven-warm. The silky fabric of the dress clung uncomfortably to her moist skin.
But she had to check out the dress. The Sweet Sixteen party her parents were throwing for her was coming up soon, and there was still a lot to do.
Her parents had said, We’ll give you a big party for your sixteenth birthday, Megan, but only if you buckle down and pull up your grades.
Megan had pulled up her grades, but it hadn’t been easy. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about school. She did. She just had trouble concentrating, that was all.
Megan is a dreamer,
her English teacher, Miss Bolt, had told her parents during their most recent conference. "She’s bright enough, but she spends too much time gazing out the window. When I call on her, she always looks so surprised, as if she isn’t sure exactly where she is. The thing is, she almost always knows the right answer. And that surprises her, too."
A stern lecture from her father had followed, and then Megan’s renewed effort to pay attention in class, and now the party was in the works.
A week from Sunday she would reach that magical age: sixteen. All of her friends were excited about the party. But no one more than Megan.
In spite of the excitement, an uneasy feeling had plagued Megan all day. She had no explanation for it. Maybe it was just the heat. But at the back of her mind, she felt that something was wrong.
Megan surveyed the dress with a critical eye. It had to be exactly right for her Sweet Sixteen party. The party would be held here, at the big white house on the lake. Her family had moved in just three months before, after her grandmother’s death.
Megan swept her thick dark hair up, away from her shoulders and held it high with one hand. The frothy mass of gentle curls, dark as crows’ wings, framed her oval face and sea-green eyes. It always seemed to Megan to be a wonderful mistake. Shouldn’t someone as shy and quiet as she have plain, straight, brown hair? Didn’t this hair belong on someone more outgoing, more dramatic? She’d been told it was just like her grandmother Martha’s had been when she was young.
Wasn’t the full, short skirt of the turquoise dress half an inch too long? It might make her look shorter than she actually was. She hadn’t been lucky enough to get the hair and height. Maybe she should buy higher heels. Justin was tall enough. Not that she’d asked him yet to be her date. But she would. Any day now. Her best friends, Hilary Bench, Jenny Winn, and Cappie Cabot, had said it was up to her to ask, because she was the guest of honor. You get to choose,
Hil had said firmly.
I choose Justin Carr, Megan thought to herself.
As if on cue, the blue telephone on the nightstand in front of her window rang, and Justin’s deep voice answered her quiet hello.
So, are you hitting the books in preparation for the bio quiz tomorrow?
he asked. Old Ollie had that gleam in his eye today when he warned us about it. You know, that look he gets behind his glasses when he’s been plotting The Attack of the Killer Quiz. Boy, how that guy loves to see us sweat!
He laughed. Sorry. Poor choice of words. Who needs help in that department now that Lakeside has become the Overpowering Inferno?
Megan laughed. During the past year, Justin had become one of her best friends. He made her laugh. And he listened. Most boys didn’t. He never teased her about preferring jazz to rock music, or for taking long walks by herself, or for being late repeatedly to the first-period science class they shared. The last time she’d come in late, walking into class sweaty and breathless, it had been because she’d stopped to pick wildflowers. When she had unthinkingly blurted out that truth to Old Ollie, the entire class had roared with laughter. Except Justin. He had smiled at her and gone to the sink at the back of the room to fill a beaker with water, which he then presented to her with a flourish. Flushing with embarrassment, Megan had thrust the black-eyed Susans into the beaker. Justin carefully installed the bouquet on his lab table, where it remained until the petals turned gray-brown and began to fall.
No one in the room had laughed when he did that. People didn’t laugh at Justin. People took him seriously. Having him on her side was wonderful.
She had fallen in love with