This is probably my favorite 90s YA horror novel of all time. It was full of dark humor, morally grey characters, and real suspense. The writing and pacing were great, too!
Here’s my overview of the story:
It’s 10 o’clock, do you know where your children are?
Deer Creek is a small, backwoods town with a dwindling economy, nothing to do, but at least there’s a Dairy Queen. As her dad tells it, Jamie Fox will be working behind the counter of that Dairy Queen if she keeps blowing off school and smarting off. It sucks when your own father is embarrassed of you, but Jamie’s used to it.
Jamie, Keith, Danica, Roman, Alan like to hang out at the run-down depot to party, as generations of teens have done before them. When the town mayor elects to tear down the depot, Jamie and her friend group decide that can’t happen. The solution? Roman, the smart kid who dodges left-hooks from redneck jocks at school proposes a fake suicide pact. All they need to do is scare the mayor into thinking he’ll have some kids’ deaths on his hands, surely he'll back off, right?
Signing the suicide pact in their own blood is a great touch, so Alan, the resident teenage alcoholic, takes his dip out, polishes off his liquor, and they play a demented game of “spin-the-bottle”. Jamie’s the unlucky one chosen; it’s her blood to be spilt, but at the last, minute Keith takes one for the team. Good thing he cleaned his hunting knife off, first. But why would he do that for Jamie? He’s been acting possessive of her lately, no longer the kind brotherly figure. Maybe the stress of helping his dad run the farm is getting to him, though he never had any fancy white-collar dreams. Yes, things in the group have been weird lately, Jamie can feel it. Weirdest of all, Danica is pregnant, but what can Jamie say to her? She’s no counselor, and besides, she’s told Danica to keep her legs closed a thousand times. Roman is college-bound and determined to survive senior year and get out the Hell out of dodge. And Alan, well, he’s pretty fucked up. All that drinking, of course.
Weird shit starts happening, and it’s not long before the friend group realizes that their fake suicide pact is coming true. And it doesn’t help that the Sheriff has less sense than God gave a carrot. Jamie must pull her head out of her ass long enough to help stop the killer before she’s next. Only, she has to stop daydreaming about Morey, the most popular guy in Cooper High, long enough to help her friends.
Give this one a try if you can track down a copy!