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Ride or Die - Hardcover

Dawson, Delilah S.

 
9780593486832: Ride or Die
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0593486838 ISBN 13: 9780593486832
Verlag: Delacorte Press, 2025

Inhaltsangabe

A sleepover at an amusement park turns into a night of terror in this scary middle school read  from the New York Times bestselling author of Mine and Camp Scare.

Tonight is Brie’s chance to finally be accepted by the Ems—the most popular girls at school. If she can just keep one potentially reputation-ending secret under wraps, she’ll have the best night of her life, screaming on scary rides and running the Wildwoods amusement park with her new friends.

But when the Ems take a game of truth or dare too far, Brie ends up alone in a creepy abandoned section of the park. There, she meets a group of cool older teens that invite her to join them. They seem friendly enough.

Little does Brie know she’s about to come face to face with a reawakened evil that wants to take her on the ride of her life...make that her death.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

DELILAH S. DAWSON is the New York Times bestselling author of Star Wars: Phasma; the Minecraft Mob Squadseries; Mine, Camp Scare, and over twenty other books for teens and adults; and the comics Ladycastle, Sparrowhawk, and Star Pig. She loves gluten-free cake, adventures, the beach, Disney World, and vintage My Little Pony. Her favorite thrill ride is the Tower of Terror.

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1.

It was the last day before spring break, and Brie Turner was nearly delirious. Not only because it was the Olympiad--the yearly field day at Stokely Prep--and already almost a hundred degrees outside but also because she was cleaning up when it came to medals. So far, she’d won the sixty-meter dash, shot put, and hammer throw and she’d come in second in the egg carry, which wasn’t truly athletic but had still earned her a standing ovation from Mrs. Mehalick’s eighth-grade class. It felt so good having people cheer just for her. She’d gotten into sports only recently, but she was pleased to discover she had some natural skill. On any other day, she was just the new girl . . . but on field day, she was a hero.

Sitting on the bench, drenched in sweat, her ponytail frizzing everywhere, she sipped the cup of tepid orange drink someone’s mom had handed her and caught her breath as she waited her turn for the three-legged race. She’d been strategic about choosing her seat, knowing there was just one person between her and the Ems.

Emily Bell, Emma Bryan, and Emerson Smith-Robinson, collectively known as the Ems, were the most popular girls in eighth grade--in the entire school. They were pretty and smart and had all the best clothes and perfect hair, which made it almost impossible for anyone else to get close to them, even Amber Hackney, who thought her name beginning with Am would be enough. As it was, Jonah Wilder was currently the only person sitting between Brie and the Ems. This was a very good thing, because Brie could hear snatches of their conversation, plus being paired with Jonah gave her a high likelihood of winning the next race. He was Emily’s boyfriend, which mostly meant that he sat near the Ems and stared at his phone while they giggled.

“Jonah, scoot,” Emily said, and he obediently got up and moved to sit with his friends, his eyes not leaving his phone screen.

Brie’s heart rate went right back up as Emily Bell--the Emily Bell, the leader of the Ems--sat beside her. Brie wanted to scrape the sweat off her forehead or make sure the sleeves of her tee were rolled up properly, but it was too late. Emily was right there, with Emma and Emerson watching from the other side like jackals following a lion.

“So you’re new,” Emily said, twirling an inexplicably perfect red curl around her finger. “Who are you again?”

“I’m Brie. I transferred--I mean, I moved here a few weeks ago. Which I guess is a just a big transfer.”

Ohhhhhh no.

When Brie got excited, her mouth often said things before her brain could catch up.

She had to be careful.

She had to be better at lying.

“Where’d you move from?”

“California.”

The lie worked only because her skin was always tan. The Ems didn’t need to know that was genetic and not from surfing.

“And you’re, like, fast.”

Brie looked down at the medals swinging from her chest; it was weird how her new school gave them out after each event instead of at a ceremony at the end like her old school, but she wasn’t going to complain. Lots of things about private school were weird, she was learning.

“I guess so.” Brie was aware that this could be a trap: if she agreed too readily that she was fast, she was stuck-up, but if she denied it, she was obviously lying. The Ems ridiculed people who admitted they were good at anything and ignored anyone who seemed weak. Brie knew that they weren’t necessarily nice, and yet she was dying to be among them. When Emily Bell looked at her, she felt truly seen, like she was standing in a sunbeam. The Ems were like celebrities, like movie stars. No one could make fun of them, no matter what.

When you were an Em, nobody messed with you.

Nobody.

Emily Bell scooted closer. “Want to be my partner for the three-legged race, then? I really want to win. My dad said if I brought home a gold medal, he’d give me a hundred dollars. And, like, I want him to be proud, you know?”

Brie did not know. Her parents didn’t value medals or athletics, and they didn’t really respect or understand her recent interest in sports. Her dad was a doctor, and her mom was a librarian, and they vastly preferred academics, which was part of the reason Brie had transferred . . . although it was her older sister, Artemis, who’d caused all the problems. What happened last fall had changed everything, and now Brie was here, and she had to keep it all a secret while trying to get as close to the safety of popularity as possible.

She’d always been fast and coordinated, so as soon as she arrived at Stokely, she joined the volleyball, basketball, and track teams. The tryouts were grueling, but her height and speed made her a shoo-in. Her parents weren’t very supportive, but at least they didn’t mind picking her up late after school. So far, she hadn’t really connected with anyone. The girls here were standoffish, but she was making progress. Her original goal was to make a solid friend group and just . . . blend in. She needed friends, and she needed camouflage.

But if she had a shot with the Ems, that was light-years better than any sports team.

And now Emily Bell wanted to be partners with her.

“Totally,” Brie agreed, swiftly realizing she was about to be tied at the ankle to the most popular girl in school and hoping that she’d done a good enough job of shaving her legs and that her socks weren’t too sweaty.

Although she was already committed and was beyond excited to earn any social currency with the Ems, Brie felt a momentary pang of concern. Emily wasn’t fast at all, and she would only slow Brie down. That meant Brie had to figure out a better way to win, because she could see the other partnerships coming together and knew that Jonah and his best friend, Leo, would be hard to beat.

Soon she was side by side with Emily Bell as Mrs. Mehalick bound their legs together at the ankle with a piece of gingham fabric. This close, Brie could smell the sweet and dreamy scent of strawberry wafting off Emily, who somehow didn’t seem to sweat like normal people or even have BO or bad breath. Maybe that was part of being popular, Brie thought--just being born less gross than everyone else. They hobbled to the starting line, right beside Jonah and Leo.

“Jonah, you’re not going to make me lose, are you?” Emily said, sticking out her glossy lips in a pout.

Jonah looked deeply confused, which was his usual look, but Leo said, “If you’re slower, you lose. Nobody makes you do anything.”

“He’s so mean. You’re so mean! Ugh.” Emily turned the full force of her personality on Brie. “You’re faster than them, right?” she asked.

When I’m not tied to you, Brie wanted to say but didn’t.

Instead, she said, “I’ll do my best, if you can keep up.”

Emily’s wide blue eyes goggled. “Oh, wow, okay. Rude.” But she seemed more amused than actually offended. People never talked to Emily Bell that way.

“On your marks!” Mrs. Mehalick called.

Brie focused on the finish line. “Outside leg first, then inside leg. Follow my lead.”

“I don’t care. Just win,” Emily growled.

“Go!”

But Emily Bell was no athlete, and she didn’t do well following orders. Instead of starting with her outside leg, she lurched forward with her right, nearly dragging Brie down to the ground. Jonah and Leo took off like a shot, and Brie’s heart sank as she realized...

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Verlag
Delacorte Press
Erscheinungsdatum
2025
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0593486838
ISBN 13 
9780593486832
Einband
Gebundene Ausgabe
Anzahl der Seiten
210
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