Monster High: Back and Deader Than Ever by Lisi Harrison

Author:Lisi Harrison [Harrison, Lisi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: David_James, Social Issues, Humorous Stories, Juvenile Fiction, Monsters, Media Tie-In, Adolescence, Horror & Ghost Stories
ISBN: 0316099171
Google: M4sYQMSuPtIC
Amazon: B005SCS74Q
Publisher: Poppy
Published: 2012-05-01T05:00:00+00:00

Flames trembled in the glass-screened fireplace.

Lala sat on the edge of the daybed and rolled back her shoulders. She smoothed Count Fabulous’s pink bangs, lifted her chin, and then clasped her hands for warmth. The pose reminded her of the time her grimparents had commissioned Densilav Blega to paint her portrait. Only that time she’d been shaking with boredom, not anticipation.

Before leaving the clearing, Clawd had urged Lala to apologize to her father. Blue and Clawdeen wished her luck and begged her to call them the minute she could. Frankie offered to hide her in the Fab. But Lala refused. What could he possibly do? Kill her? Been there, bit that, 1,599 years ago.

Uncle Vlad appeared by her side, smelling like eucalyptus. “Another scoop?” he asked, spoon at the ready.

Lala rubbed her belly and shook her head. She wanted her father’s attention, but puking soybean pâté on his new jeans was hardly the way to get it. “Maybe some peppermint tea,” she said, handing Vlad her plate.

“A little too much comfort food?”

“A little too much food,” Lala said, peering out the window, “and not enough comfort.”

“I wish I could have been there to—ahhh… ahhh…”—Uncle Vlad set down his serving tray, dug into the pocket of his kimono, and thrust a silk hankie toward his nose—“chehhhhh!”

“Bless you.”

He reached under his glasses and dabbed the corners of his eyes. “I told him—no, I begged him—not to leave that vitamin C–sucking paper shredder in my health corner, but did he listen?” Vlad paused to blow his nose. “ ’Course not.” He blew again. “What do I know about fang shui? I only wrote the book and created the app. Not to mention the—”

Headlights fanned across the walls in the parlor. The town car crunched across the gravel driveway.

“I’ll be right back with your tea,” Vlad said, scooting off.

The front door creaked open. In the bedroom above, her pets scurried to their hiding places. Count Fabulous, still perched on her wrist, began to quake. Lala pressed her hand against his tapping heart. She wished there were a Rosetta Stone DVD that taught animal language, so she could tell her friends to relax. Her father’s bite was bad, but his bark was worse. Besides, he had no interest in them. He had no interest in anyone or anything other than his work. And yet there she was, century after century, stressing to impress.

Thwack!

Footsteps clicked against the marble floors. Clarity smacked Lala like a bat with a spastic wing. A wise old man once said, “Maybe he’s just not that into you.” And maybe that guy was right. So why not speak her mind? At this point, winning was the only thing left to lose.

Count Fabulous flapped away, his pink bang extensions falling to the rug. Lala leaned forward to get them but met with the shiny tip of her father’s shoe instead. He ground the bat bangs like a lit cigarette. What an ash!

“How dare you defy me,” he said, glaring down at her.

At least he was there, not in HD but three-D.

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