Fangtastic!
the right quote
for Serena Star. It was clear that Serena wanted something Goth, so Ivy was
hoping for some tidbit that would seem really grave but was actually absolutely
harmless. She talked to a sixth grader whose cousin had got a tattoo of a skull
on her ankle; a janitor who swore that spilled black nail polish could not be
removed from school floors using any known cleaning solutions or polish
removers; and the librarian, who told her that books with black covers were
taken out less often than those with colorful ones. None of it was what she
needed.
    She
was trudging along, feeling utterly hopeless, when she spotted one of the Beasts,
Ricky Slitherman, rush out of a side door. No matter what I come up with ,
Ivy thought angrily, Garrick and his friends will still be flapping their
coffin lids. She decided to follow Ricky outside.
    When
she emerged into the sunlight, Ivy saw Ricky heading toward the football field.
When she got over there, she discovered that the Devils were only fifteen yards
from the opposing team’s end zone. The bleachers were pulsing with cheering
people. Ivy peeked underneath them, thinking that that was where the Beasts
were most likely to lurk, but there was no one there.
    She
was just walking around to the front of the bleachers to scan the crowd when
she caught sight of Olivia, cheering on the sidelines. Her sister was standing
atop another girl’s shoulders with her hands on her hips and her face aglow
with a natural smile. Olivia pumped her fist in the air and did a flip off the
girls’ shoulders. Two spotters on the squad caught her, and the crowd went
crazy.
    Ivy
couldn’t help going wild with everyone else, clapping and hooting loudly for
her sister. Olivia seriously sucked—there was no doubt that she was the best
cheerleader on the squad. Especially compared to Charlotte Brown, who looked
desperate for attention beside her.
    Charlotte’s
face was plastered with a smile and her eyes were so wide that she looked like
a cartoon smiley face. She was jumping up and down like a rag doll, throwing
little waves and winks high up into the crowd. Ivy shuddered. It was seriously
embarrassing.
    Apparently,
Charlotte couldn’t even bear to turn her back on the crowd when the cheer
called for her to spin around. She rushed her move, immediately refocusing her
gaze high into the bleachers and tossing off another cloying wave.
    Ivy
followed Charlotte’s gaze and saw ...the Beasts, sitting by themselves in the
top row of the bleachers. Dylan Soyle had a huge video camera hoisted onto his
shoulder, and he was pointing it down at Charlotte, while Garrick whispered in
his ear.
    Ivy
remembered that the people in media studies were making movies; the Beasts must
be at work on their project.
    W hat’s
their topic? Ivy wondered. Extra-annoying cheerleaders?
    Without
thinking, she marched to the top of the bleachers and stood in front of their
camera, blocking its lens with the back of her notebook.
    “Hey!”
Dylan cried, pulling his face away from the eyepiece.
    “Turn
it off,” Ivy commanded icily.
    “You’re
interfering with an important movie shoot!” Garrick Stephens said.
    “Turn
. . . it . . . off,” Ivy repeated, narrowing her eyes into a death squint.
    There
was a long silence before Dylan glumly put down the camera.
    “What
do you want?” whined Garrick.
    “I
want you to climb back in your coffins and stay there!” Ivy snapped. “You’re
putting us all in danger.”
    “It’s
just a video camera,” Kyle said. “It’s not like a, uh, wooden stake or
anything.”
    Ivy
rolled her eyes. “It’s not your camera I’m worried about,” she snapped. “It’s
Serena Star’s. At this rate, she’ll be onto the vampire community in no time.
You idiots are digging all our graves.”
    Garrick
shook his head. “You’re so misguided , Vega,” he said condescendingly,
using the same word Serena Star had used about him on the news. “Serena Star’s
not interested in all of us.
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