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Authors: R.L. Stine
Cheerleaders: The New Evil
The smoke rose up, spinning, spinning like a cyclone, and a sour stench filled the air. Corky gasped as the sickening odor swept over her.
She grabbed on to Kimmy and watched in horror as the black smoke whirled up.
The ice blistered and burned. The smoke spewed up, thicker, faster, swirling up over the shivering trees, up to the clouds.
“What have we done?” Corky cried, clinging to Kimmy.
“The evil!” Kimmy wailed.
“We brought the evil to life!” Corky realized. “We've
unleashed
it!”
Chapter 3: Surprise at the River
Chapter 5: Darkness at Debra's
Chapter 6: “Come Forward, Spirit”
Chapter 7: Accident in the Gym
Chapter 8: A Shock from Lauren
Chapter 13: A Surprise from Santa
Chapter 15: The Evil Comes Forward
Chapter 23: The Evil is Revealed
Chapter 24: An Invitation from Alex
Chapter 29: “The Gang's All Here”
HOOPâthere it is!
HOOPâthere it is!
TWOOOOOOOOO points!
Corky Corcoran laughed and clapped her hands. “Let's do it again!” she called to her two friends, Kimmy Bass and Hannah Miles, who had taken off running.
The three cheerleaders stopped in the middle of the empty student parking lot, a few feet from Kimmy's snow-covered car. Kimmy tossed a wet snowball at Hannah. Laughing, Hannah ducked and the snowball exploded against the car trunk.
Putting their arms around one another's shoulders, they enthusiastically repeated the cheer they'd been practicing in the gym.
HOOPâthere it is!
HOOPâthere it is!
TWOOOOOOOOO points!
Hannah pulled free and performed a perfect cartwheel, her red wool scarf flying up behind her.
“Show-off!” Kimmy cried, her round cheeks even pinker than usual.
Hannah laughed and tossed a handful of snow back in Kimmy's direction. Then the three girls burst into the other cheer they'd worked out that afternoon.
Where are we putting it?
IN YOUR FACE!
Where are we keeping it?
IN YOUR FACE!
Slam it, Tigers! Slam it!
The girls jumped up and down in the long, empty parking lot. Behind them the wind whipped around the brick school building, sending sprays of snow cascading off the window ledges.
Corky waved to Debra Kern and Heather Diehl, two other cheerleaders. They had just emerged from the gym and were hurrying through the snow toward Heather's car at the far end of the lot. “See you guys tomorrow!” Corky called.
The gusting wind carried away Debra's reply.
Corky pulled her hood over her blond hair and turned back to Kimmy and Hannah. “We've been cheering since school let out. Why are we standing out here doing more?” she cried.
“To keep warm?” Hannah suggested.
Kimmy shivered. She pulled a red and white wool ski cap on over her crimped black hair. “The car will be warmer,” she suggested, slapping her gloves together. “If I can start her up.”
Heading to the blue Canary, Corky slipped on a patch of ice. Kimmy caught her before she could fall, “Careful,” she warned Corky. “Don't break your leg until
after
the Holiday Tournament.”
“I'll try not to,” Corky replied dryly. As Kimmy brushed snow off the windshield with her gloves, Corky gazed up at the sky. Dark as night. It had been snowing on and off for three days, and the heavy, low clouds appeared to be ready to deliver more.
Hannah slid into the passenger seat. Corky tossed her bag in first, then climbed into the back. She shut the door quickly. “It's colder in the car!” she declared, her breath steaming the window.
“The heater will warm things up,” Kimmy said, sliding behind the wheel. It took her several tries to get the key in the ignition with her gloves on.
Kimmy let out a cheer as the car started right up. The tires crunched over the snow as she drove slowly past Shadyside High onto Park Drive.
Hannah reached out and clicked on the radio. “I
love
this song!” she cried, cranking up the volume. She
pulled off her white wool cap and shook out her straight, black hair.
“Put on your seat belt,” Kimmy told Hannah.
“No need,” Hannah replied, bobbing in time to the music. “It's only a ten-minute drive to my house.”
“But the streets are really slippery,” Kimmy insisted, leaning over the wheel to see better through the icy windshield. “Haven't you seen the commercials on TV with those test dummies crashing through the windshield?”
Hannah laughed gleefully. “I
love
those guys!” she shouted over the music. “Kimmy, you're such a worrier.”
“Whatever,” Kimmy muttered, and concentrated on her driving.
Her hands shoved into her coat pockets, Corky settled back against the seat. Out the window, snow-covered houses and yards slid past, all white and gray, as if someone had drained away all the color.
Maybe we'll have a white Christmas, Corky thought.
Kimmy's voice broke into her thoughts. “Wasn't it a great practice? I think we're all really together. Finally.”
“The new cheers are great,” Hannah agreed. “If Naomi hadn't lost her contact lensâ
again!â
we could have worked out the ending to the pyramid too.”
“Hey, don't get on Naomi's case,” Corky cut in. Naomi Klein was the new cheerleader on the squad, replacing Ronnie Mitchell, who'd switched to a different
school. Naomi was really smart and talented, with a lot of good ideas.
Corky pictured Naomi. She was pretty and enthusiastic, with long, carrot-colored hair that flew around when she cheered. A trained gymnast, Naomi brought a lot of new energy and expertise to the squad.
“Well, does she have to lose her contact every day?” Hannah complained. “I mean, can't she glue it in or something?”
Kimmy laughed.
Hannah is jealous of Naomi, Corky realized. Last year, Hannah was the exciting new star. Now Naomi had taken her place.
“Naomi's ideas for the fire baton routine were excellent,” Kimmy commented, carefully steering the car out of a little skid. “I think Ms. Closter resents Naomi.”
Ms. Closter was the new cheerleader coach. She replaced Miss Green, who had moved away.
“Huh? Why would Ms. Closter resent Naomi?” Corky asked, tracing a pattern over the fogged window.
“Because Naomi's routines are better than hers,” Kimmy replied.
Hannah leaned forward to crank up the volume on the radio. “This song is so incredible!” she declared. “Have you heard the unplugged version? It's great too!”
Through the haze on the windshield, Corky saw the red glare of a traffic light. Kimmy eased the car to a stop, turning the wheel as the tires started to slide into
the left lane. “Why don't they salt these streets?” she complained over the booming music.
“Are you seeing Alex after the basketball game Friday night?” Hannah asked Corky, turning to the backseat.
Corky nodded. “Yeah. I guess.”
“Dumb question,” Kimmy muttered. “What
else
would she be doing?”
Corky felt her face grow hot and knew she was blushing. She'd been going with Alex for a month, but she still felt uncomfortable talking about him, even with her best friends.
It's not like Alex and I have any agreement, Corky thought wistfully. We just sort of end up getting together most weekends.
Alex was one of the most popular guys at Shadyside High.
Too
popular, Corky told herself. On Saturday, she had seen him at the mall kidding around with Deena Martinson. The week before Kimmy had reported seeing Alex's car parked in Janie Simpson's driveway.
“I was helping her with her English,” Alex had explained when Corky confronted him later in her front yard. He had grinned at her, his blue eyes lighting up. “Jealous?”
“No way!” Corky had insisted, giving him a hard, playful shove that sent him sprawling in the snow.
