Give Me a K-I-L-L (Fear Street Series)

Give Me a K-I-L-L (Fear Street Series)

by R. L. Stine

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Overview

At Shadyside High, cheerleading can be a scream!

For the first time since the original series, R.L. Stine brings back his most beloved characters—the cheerleaders of Shadyside High.

The cheerleading squad at Shadyside has always been strong, but now there are rumors that lack of funds may mean the end of cheerleading at Shadyside. That would be a shame for Heather Wyatt, who has just transferred from her old school, where she was a star, and is eager to join the squad. There’s only one other girl who stands in her way—rich, spoiled Devra Dalby, who is also trying out for the one open slot. The competition to join the squad is anything but friendly—and it ends in murder. Will Heather make the squad—if there's even a squad anymore—or will she end up dead?

Packed with screams and guaranteed to send a shiver up your spine, Give Me a K-I-L-L is a terrifying installment in Stine's bestselling Fear Street series.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250058966
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/04/2017
Series: Fear Street Series
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 276,505
Product dimensions: 5.70(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

R.L. STINE is one of the bestselling children’s authors in history with more than 400 million books sold to date. In 1989, Stine created the Fear Street series, one of the bestselling young adult book series in history with 80 million copies sold worldwide. He is also the author of the bestselling children’s series Goosebumps, which began in 1992 and has sold 300 million copies around the world. The Goosebumps series was made into a feature film starring Jack Black as R.L. Stine.

Hometown:

New York, New York

Date of Birth:

October 8, 1943

Place of Birth:

Columbus, Ohio

Education:

B.A., Ohio State University, 1965

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Give Me a K-I-L-L

A Fear Street Novel


By R. L. Stine

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2017 Parachute Publishing, LLC
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-250-11698-7


CHAPTER 1

Gretchen Page stroked a brush through her straight blonde hair as she pressed the phone to her ear with her free hand. She tried parting her hair in the middle and letting the sides fall to her shoulders. Then she brushed some forward to see what a row of bangs might look like.

Gretchen couldn't look into a mirror without knowing her hair was her best feature. If only her olive-colored eyes were spaced a little farther apart, not so close to her nose, which she considered short and too cute and not at all elegant. And then there was that tragic tiny cleft in her chin.

She ranked herself a seven, which was good enough to be the prettiest cheerleader at Savanna Mills High. But now she was starting at Shadyside High, ten times the size of her old school, and how could she compete? There wasn't even a Sephora in Savanna Mills!

"I miss you, too, Polly," she said, fumbling the phone against her ear. She set down the hairbrush, turned away from the mirror with a sigh, crossed the bedroom, and perched on the edge of her bed. "Starting a new school junior year is the pits."

Gretchen leaned back against the big, plush Hello Kitty pillow her Grandma Hannah had given her when she was eight. A lot of the stuffing had oozed out, but she couldn't bear to part with it. Grandma Hannah was the only relative she liked.

"I always call you when the nightmares start," she told Polly. "Talking to you always makes me feel better. Yes, I had one last night. It's so sad. It was so real, so totally vivid ... I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not."

Gretchen sighed. "I woke up drenched in sweat. And my jaw hurt from gritting my teeth. Thank goodness I can always call you."

She shifted the phone to her other ear. "No, I haven't made any friends here," she said.

Gretchen and Polly Brown had been inseparable — like sisters — back in Savanna Mills. Their friendship went well beyond being co-captains of the Hawks cheerleading squad.

"How could I make friends in only two weeks? The kids here aren't unfriendly. But they've all known each other for ages. I'm the only outsider."

She tugged at a string on the bedspread, listening to Polly's purr of a voice. She pictured Polly — round-faced with freckles and curly copper-colored hair. Polly looked about twelve — but she had a deep, sexy voice that seemed to come from deep in her throat.

"So your new school is really big?" Polly asked.

"The first few days, I couldn't even find my homeroom," Gretchen told her friend. "That's how big the school is. I mean, it's on three floors and it stretches on forever. It's like as big as the mall back home. Some kids drive from class to class!"

She listened to Polly's low chuckle. Gretchen wasn't known for her sense of humor. In fact, she was earnest and serious most of the time. But she always knew how to make Polly laugh.

"I guess it's nice to have a fresh start," Gretchen said, shifting the phone to her other ear. "And I understand why Mom had to move. I mean, after Dad left, she had to do something."

"True," Polly murmured. Polly never liked talking about serious, real-world troubles. She really was like a twelve-year-old in more than just looks.

"She got a really good deal on this house," Gretchen continued. "The real estate woman said because it's on Fear Street. I don't really get it. It's a perfectly nice street, with awesome old houses and lots of trees and big front yards."

She shifted the phone again. She realized she was squeezing it so hard, her hand ached. "My room is huge," Gretchen continued. "I even have my own bathroom, believe that? No more sharing. But I guess Fear Street is a big deal here in Shadyside. I haven't had a chance to Google it."

A cool breeze fluttered the curtains at the open bedroom window. The air chilled Gretchen's skin, an early sign of fall. Clouds covered the sun, and a gray shadow swept across the bedroom floor.

"Of course, I'm dying to make the cheerleading squad," Gretchen told Polly. "But I'm totally tense about it. Everything is so big and serious here. The high school has a real stadium behind the parking lot. Not what we had — bleachers set up on the grass."

Gretchen snickered. "No, everyone isn't rich here. It's a normal place. But they take their football seriously. The Shadyside Tigers were All-State last season. And the cheerleaders went to the state tournament and got an Honorable Mention."

"With you on the squad, they'll do better than that," Polly replied.

Gretchen sighed. "I'm not so sure about that. I've been so tense about it, I've been practicing after school all week in my backyard, believe that?"

Before Polly could answer, Gretchen's mom strode into the room, her eyes on the phone in Gretchen's hand. "Who are you talking to?"

Mrs. Page was tall and trim and athletic-looking. Back in Savanna Mills, she played tennis at her club almost every afternoon and spent at least an hour in the gym six or seven days a week.

She had short blonde hair, darker than Gretchen's, with stylish white streaks back through the sides, a broad tanned forehead, high cheekbones like a fashion model, and dark green eyes.

She was young-looking for forty-three, but Gretchen saw that the divorce and all the trouble back home had aged her. She had dark circles under her eyes, a tiny network of wrinkles on both cheeks, and even her eyes had lost some of their sparkle.

Mrs. Page made up for the change with too much makeup and too much bright orange lipstick. At least, that was Gretchen's harsh opinion.

Her mother strode quickly up to Gretchen. She wore a turquoise crewneck T-shirt over white tennis shorts that showed off her thin legs. "Gretchen, who are you talking to?" she repeated.

"None of your business," Gretchen snapped. The words came out louder than Gretchen had intended. She ended the call.

Mrs. Page let out a short gasp. "Oops. Sorry."

"Go away," Gretchen said, making a shooing motion with her free hand.

"I was just asking a simple question, Gretchen."

"Mom, what don't you understand about the words go away? Stop hovering over me like a drone!"

"Gretchen, think you might be overreacting a bit?"

"You can't treat me like an infant, Mom. I'm a person. I'm entitled to a little privacy. You can't barge into my room and —"

"I just want you to get off to a good start here," Mrs. Page said, suddenly breathless. She tugged the turquoise T-shirt down over her shorts. Then she ran both hands back through her short hair. "I don't think asking who you are talking to on the phone is a very big invasion of your privacy. Seriously."

Gretchen softened her glare. She nodded. "Okay. Maybe I overreacted a little." She shrugged. "Whatever."

She and her mother had always had what her mother called a difficult relationship. The simple fact was they hadn't gotten along since Gretchen was two and learned the word no.

Mrs. Page tried to show how much she cared about her daughter by involving herself in everything Gretchen did. Gretchen felt constantly smothered. The more she tried to push her away, the more Mrs. Page clung to her.

At least, that was Gretchen's side of the story.

And now that her dad had flown the coop, it was much worse.

Mrs. Page softened her expression, too. "Would you like to talk about why you overreacted?"

"Would you like to get out of my way?" Gretchen snapped. She pushed past her mother and crossed the room to her closet. She pulled out a silky maroon hoodie and swung it over her shoulder.

"Where are you going?" Mrs. Page asked.

"To school," Gretchen said, checking herself one more time in the dresser mirror.

Her mother followed her to the bedroom door. "But it's Saturday, dear."

Gretchen sighed. "I know, Mom. I have an appointment. With the cheerleading coach."

"Gretchen, just wait a minute," her mother insisted. "Just give me a minute, okay?"

Gretchen spun around in the hall. "Mom — I'll be late."

"Are you sure you want to be a cheerleader right away?"

"Excuse me? You know how important this is to me, right?"

"I'm just saying ..." Mrs. Page hesitated. "Don't you think you should settle in first?"

"Settle in?" Gretchen's words burst out high and shrill. "You're joking, right? You can't be serious, Mom. Settle in? That had to be a joke."

Mrs. Page took a few steps back, as if retreating. "I'm only thinking of what's best for you, dear." She shook her head. "That's all I ever do. I just want things to go right for you. I'm not your enemy. We have to be friends. With your father gone, we have to try harder, don't you agree?"

Gretchen sighed again. "You're right, Mom. Bye." She pounded down the stairs, taking them two at a time, and out the front door.

As she climbed behind the wheel of her mother's blue Camry, the nightmare lingered in her mind. The knife ... the blood ... the screams ...

She clenched her jaw tightly. Pounded the wheel with both fists.

"Got to get past this," she said out loud. "Got to put it all behind me. Time for my fresh start.

CHAPTER 2

Gretchen drove to the high school. It wasn't a long drive, but she was still unfamiliar with the streets. There were probably shortcuts, but she stayed on Park Drive, which she knew cut straight through the middle of town and led to the high school at the corner of Division Street.

She could feel her heart start to beat faster as she pulled the car into the student parking lot behind the school. She didn't have a parking permit yet. But it was Saturday, so she figured no one would be checking.

As she climbed out of the car, she could hear the shouts and cries of the football team, having their afternoon practice in the stadium. She was tempted to go watch them, but she was already five minutes late for her appointment.

She trotted to the back doors of the school. It still looked immense to her. With its brick walls, faded from the sun, ivy climbing up one side, rows of tall windows, and sloping red tile roof, it looked unreal to her. Like a movie high school. Somehow high schools always looked too perfect in movies, and this one did, too.

She stepped into the back hallway. The lights had been dimmed. Silence. A ringing silence that made her stop and squint down the long, empty hallway. Gray metal lockers down both sides. Perfect. Too perfect.

Her footsteps thudded noisily as she hurried toward the front. She turned a corner and could hear the Shadyside cheerleaders practicing in the gym all the way down the hall.

She stepped under a hand-painted maroon-and-white banner that had been hung from the ceiling: TIGERS ROAR. It reminded her that the first football game was only a week away. That thought made her heartbeats race even faster.

The chanting voices from the gym grew louder as she approached. Gretchen was only a few doors away from the gym when a tall boy in faded jeans and a denim jacket burst into the hall in front of her.

She let out a startled gasp. Nearly walked right into him. "What are you doing here?" she blurted out.

"Shhhh." He raised a finger to his lips. "I'm stealing some laptops. Want to help?

CHAPTER 3

Gretchen stared at the laptop tucked under his arm. She raised her gaze to his dark eyes. Serious eyes that crinkled up as he started to laugh. "I'm messing with you," he said. "Did you believe me?"

"I-I don't know," Gretchen stammered. She quickly got herself together. "You do look a lot like a thief," she joked.

He had a great smile, very warm. She liked the way his eyes crinkled up. He had short brown hair, buzzed close at the sides. The only thing that kept him from being totally awesome-looking were his ears, which stuck out like small cabbages.

"Sid Viviano," he said, introducing himself. He actually shook hands with her, and as he did his dark eyes seemed to study her face. "I'm the equipment manager for the cheerleaders."

She blinked. "Equipment manager?" They didn't have an equipment manager back in Savanna Mills.

He grinned. "I just like hanging out with a bunch of hot girls in short skirts."

"Well, at least you're honest," Gretchen said, grinning back at him.

He's very cute, and he seems to know it.

Sid raised the laptop. "I took this from the AV room. We need it for music for the practice."

"I'm late," Gretchen said, glancing at the time on her phone. "Can you tell me where Coach Walker's office is?"

"It's in the gym," he said. "This way." He motioned for her to follow him. "You're new, right? I think I saw you in Sawyer's Government class. What's your name?" He put a hand on her shoulder. "No. Wait. Let me guess. I'm good at guessing names."

He studied her for a long moment, his hand resting on her shoulder. He brought his face so close to hers, Gretchen thought he might kiss her.

Would she like that? Well ... it was a little soon.

"I've got it. Heather," he said. "Your name is Heather, right?"

"Right," Gretchen said. "Wow. How did you do that?"

He laughed. "I just read your mind."

"Actually, my name is Gretchen. Gretchen Page."

He shook his head. "No way. No way do you look like a Gretchen."

"What does a Gretchen look like?"

He grinned but didn't answer.

"I'm really late," Gretchen said.

He brought his face close to hers again. His dark eyes burned into hers. "Would you like to hang out sometime?" he asked, just above a whisper.

Gretchen was about to answer when she saw the cheerleader at the gym doors. She was short and blonde and very pretty, and even from this distance, Gretchen could see that she was glaring at them angrily.

"Oh." The word slipped from Gretchen's mouth.

The girl strode up behind Sid, her face set in a scowl. She wore a maroon-and-white cheerleader uniform, a short skirt over maroon tights and a long-sleeved top with a large tiger head across the front.

Sid didn't see her until she was next to him. He was still grinning at Gretchen. His eyes widened in surprise as the girl wrapped herself around him. She draped one arm around his shoulders and pressed her face against his cheek.

As if she owns him, Gretchen thought.

"Are you Gretchen Page?" she asked, eyeing Gretchen up and down.

Gretchen nodded. "Yes. Sorry I'm late. I —"

"I'm Stacy Grande. I'm the cheerleading captain." She laughed. Her blue eyes flashed. "Did you think you could get a spot on the squad by flirting with my boyfriend?"

Gretchen could feel her face grow hot and knew she was blushing. She was one of those people who blushed easily, blushed all the time, often for no big reason at all, and she hated that about herself. It embarrassed her so that she blushed even darker.

"I-I wasn't flirting," she stammered. "I'm ... late." She brushed past Sid and Stacy and vanished into the gym.

"Well ... that went well," she muttered.

Not a good start. But she had no way of knowing her troubles had just begun.

CHAPTER 4

Coach Walker's office stood at the far end of a row of small glass-windowed offices along one side of the gym. The cheerleaders, Gretchen saw, had taken a break from their practice. They were perched in the bleachers, water bottles in one hand, phones in the other.

Through the glass window, Gretchen could see that two girls were already in Walker's office, seated in front of the cluttered desk, both talking animatedly. Gretchen hesitated outside the door, unsure whether to go in or wait.

Coach Walker was a tall, lean black woman. She was dressed in purple sweats and had a blue-and-white Yankees cap over her short hair. She saw Gretchen through the glass, stood up, and opened the office door. "Are you Gretchen? I'm Coach Walker."

Gretchen nodded. "Sorry I'm late."

"No worries. I'll be right back." Walker was at least a foot taller than Gretchen. She turned and jogged to the gym doors.

The two girls in the office both stared intently at Gretchen. She swept her hair back with both hands and entered the office to introduce herself.

"I'm Devra Dalby," said one of the girls. She had beautiful, wavy red hair and creamy white skin, unreal skin, Gretchen noticed immediately. Her blue eyes were large and round and icy cold. And she had an amused little grin on her face even though Gretchen didn't see anything to be amused about. "And this is my friend Courtney Shaw."

Courtney was in a cheerleader uniform. She had very short black hair, shaved close on one side. She had a slender face, gray eyes surrounded by a lot of dark eye makeup, a short turned-up nose, a silver ring in one nostril.

Courtney had the same amused look on her face as Devra. As if the two of them shared a joke.

Am I the joke? Gretchen wondered.

"I like your outfit," Devra said. "Nice hoodie."

The girls exchanged glances. Gretchen caught their vibe. They were laughing at her for some reason.

"Coach Walker said you were from Savanna Mills," Devra said. "Is that really a place? It sounds made up."

She and Courtney laughed, as if that was a great joke.

"It's a real place," Gretchen said. "But if you blink, you miss it."

"Small towns are the best," Courtney said to Devra, her eyes flashing.


(Continues...)

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Give Me a K-I-L-L (Fear Street Series) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
Holly More than 1 year ago
Give Me A K-I-L-L is the 6th book in the Fear Street Relaunch series! Heather Wyatt just moved to Shadyside and is looking to join the cheerleader squad. There is only one problem that stands in her way, Devra Dalby. As both girls complete against each other, strange things start going wrong for Heather and her new friends. With people getting hurt and dying, it's a race to find who is doing everything until a major secret comes out about Heather and her past. It all leads to a stunning conclusion that will shock everyone but is the terror really over or is it just getting started! I'm gonna say here first, yes I'm a major R.L. Stine fan but this book has to be one of the best remakes so far of the Fear Street series! The way that he gets you so involved in the story and then throw a major curveball at you in the end is total perfection or at lest, for me it is! Even though I see other reviews for this book and everyone saying that this book is horrible since it's not like the original series but that's the whole point of everything, is to reach a new group of kids that will relate more to this series than to the original series. I really hope that this isn't the last book in this series but if it is, I know something better is coming in the future!! Thank You to R.L.Stine for writing yet another great book in the Fear Street collection!! I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book from NetGalley!
InspirationalAngel531 More than 1 year ago
Title: Give Me A K-I-L-L - Fear Street Novel Author: R. L. Stine Publisher: St Martin's Press Published: 4-4-2017 Pages: 246 Genre: Mystery, Thrillers & Suspense Sub-Genre: Teens & Young Adult; Horror ISBN: 9781250058966 ASIN: B01LZRF5WP Reviewed For NetGalley and St Martin's Press Reviewer: DelAnne Rating: 4.25 Starts I this book to review remembering the Goosebumps book I had read with my nieces and nephews when they were very young. Now they have teenagers and grandchildren of their own. Time has passed, but R. L. Stine has not lost his touch. He can still weave a story that draws the reader in and hold them captive. I had not read any of Stine's books in years and none if the Fear Street series, but had no problems following the story. Done where we feel we have arrived in a town with hidden secrets that we must ferret out as we try to find our own place to belong and fit in. My rating of "Give Me A K-I-L-L" is 4.25 out of 5 stars.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
oh my goodness! i finally finished this unfinish-able book!!! i was so excited to read this because it was RL Stein. I haven't read any of his book honestly, but because of the hype of his success, I definitely thought this book will be so good. this was not a bad book, but it felt as if it was forever. i felt that it finally got interesting after two-thirds of the way. it was like all explanations... and truthfully I wasn't a fan of the main character, Gretchen, but I do think that it was the intention of the writer to make her not likable to keep up with the story. and that too! the book description is saying that Heather is the name of the main character but all through out the book, it was Gretchen. I need to check out a finished copy to confirm this... I'm just not sure. like I said, it was not a bad book. i actually like the twist in the end. to the point where nobody can guess whodunit. it was enthralling and exciting but it was only in the end... that was not spread out in the book and that was quite disappointing. i really wanted to give this a three star at least but I feel like it did not deserve it. I'm telling you I tried to convince myself multiple times to pick this book up and continue reading... I swear I wanted to put this on my very small "did not finish pile." if anything, 2.5 stars for the whole of it. good book that feel a little to short for me. *I won this book in a form of an ARC from a giveaway*