'Now I represent Nightshade looking like this,' Samantha said. You represent Nightshade High to the world. 'But, but you’re a student council member, head cheerleader. The thought of drinking blood is disgusting.

'The preferred term is ‘undead’ or, if you must, ‘living challenged,’' she said, nose in the air. He started with a lot of throat clearing and then said, 'My dear, why on earth have you adopted such an. Amador, our principal, talking to Samantha in the hallway, so I loitered long enough to eavesdrop. Samantha went on her way, and Penny, faster than you could say dead girl walking, was on her cell phone to Mort’s Mortuary.Īfter first period, I saw Mr. Scaled to size for those of us with petite frames.' I could have sworn she eyed my thighs with a look of scorn.

At first I thought it was a giant wheelie backpack.īut my clue came when Penny Edwards, who could have brought home a gold in social climbing if it were an Olympic sport, rushed up to Samantha. She was only slightly hampered by the coffin she was dragging behind her. 'Get out of my way, Daisy,' she snapped at me as she passed by. I wasn’t the only one trying to sneak a peek, because heads turned more than usual as she strutted down the hall. Her skin was, forgive the phrase, dead white.Ī large silver pendant hung around her neck, but I couldn’t get a close look at it. Her long blond hair had been freshly highlighted.īut unlike after previous summer vacations, Samantha didn’t have that sun-kissed Cabo glow. She strolled down the hall wearing a cleavage-baring top, a miniskirt, and stiletto heels.

Being dead became fashionable approximately forty-five minutes after Samantha 'the Divine' Devereaux came back from summer break.Īlthough stylish as ever, there was still something off about the Divine Devereaux.

Dead Is the New Black by Marlene Perez