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The Ladies in White want you to join their family-forever. . . After defeating the Oldies, Quinn and Mike thought that things would settle down on Goodie Lane. But then new neighbors move in. Maybe it's because they all work at the interior design firm, but Abigail, Eleanor, Jade, Brea, and Cami seem to always be together, dressed in only white. After everything that happened last summer, Quinn's a bit wary of the Ladies in White, but her friend Lex is thrilled that someone in town finally has some style. But when Lex starts volunteering at the Ladies' design firm, things get strange. Lex is acting less like herself, and Quinn begins seeing strange shadows lurking in their neighborhood. She knows the Ladies are to blame; she just has to prove it. Twisty and haunting, The Collectors is the second book in the Fright Watch series, which SLJ called "Perfect for fans of Goosebumps and Stranger Things" and Booklist called "Reminiscent of R. L. Stine's Fear Street . . . [Fright Watch] can be counted on to deliver chills."

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Publié par	ABRAMS BOOKS
Date de parution	31 août 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781647000288
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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PRAISE FOR THE F RIGHT W ATCH SERIES
What a cool-and wild-ride . . . This is the perfect book for kids to cool off with on a hot day, because the chills come guaranteed. I loved the scares, but the heart of the story is the tough but tender partnership between Quinn and Mike . . . I hope they ll be back. If they are, I will be there. - STEPHEN KING
A truly creepy read, perfect for fans of Goosebumps and Stranger Things . - SCHOOL LIBRARY JOURNAL
Reminiscent of R. L. Stine s Fear Street series, this first book in the Fright Watch series is spooky and mysterious, and it can be counted on to deliver chills to those braving its pages. - BOOKLIST
The antagonists are satisfyingly menacing, and Quinn s struggles-grieving her father s death, juggling friendships-ground this series opener, giving it a healthy dose of heart. - PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
A JUNIOR LIBRARY GUILD SELECTION

PUBLISHER S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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ISBN 978-1-4197-5604-7 eISBN 978-1-64700-028-8
Text copyright 2021 Lorien Lawrence Illustrations by Gilles Ketting Title lettering by David Coulson Book design by Jade Rector
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For Ruby and Leo
CHAPTER 1
It s strange being on Goodie Lane without seeing the Oldies. Their houses look different with their colors stripped away, and most of the rosebushes died along with their original owners: Bea, Attwood, the Browns, and the Smiths. Instead, five new neighbors have taken their places: young women who, from across the street, all look like they might be in their mid- to late twenties. Mike and I nicknamed them the Ladies in White because they re always dressed in shades of ivory and bone. We haven t officially met them-not yet, anyway. But from a distance, they seem pretty normal, which should be a welcome change to Goodie Lane.
But sometimes-just sometimes-when they wave hello, a coldness seeps through my skin, and I can t help but shiver despite the mild September warmth.
Sup, Parker. Mike startles me as he joins me on the sidewalk. He smirks and lowers his Yankees hat over his eyes.
I nudge him playfully in the arm. Are you ever going to be on time?
He pretends to think it over before shrugging. I need my beauty sleep.
Come on, I moan, tugging him forward. We can t be late for our first day of school.
These legs are never late, he says, doing a little two-step that makes both of us laugh.
We start off down Goodie Lane. Before we turn the corner onto Main Street, I wave a quick goodbye to Billy, who watches us pathetically from the living room window. He always has a hard time being left alone when I go back to school. He lives for summer days, going on sunny walks with Mike and me. See you soon, boy. I make a mental note to give him extra hugs when I get home.
So what s your schedule like? Mike asks. We ve fallen into step with each other on the main road, our shoulders touching as we move. He holds out his hand. Let me see if we have any classes together.
I dig in my pocket and take out my phone, pulling up my schedule. Mike takes it and squints at the screen.
Oh, you re so lucky, Parker.
I take back my phone and eye him. Why am I lucky?
Because you re going to get to be lab partners with this genius. He pats himself on the chest.
Like I even need your help in science. I got an A last year all on my own, thank you very much. I flip my ponytail. Besides, what makes you think I want to be your lab partner? I try to throw him a sassy look, but I can t keep a straight face, and Mike can see right through my bluff.
Whatever, Parker. You know we make the best team.
I feel a smile bloom. You re right, I admit. We kind of do.
We spend the rest of the walk kicking a stone back and forth on the sidewalk, talking about which teachers we heard were cool, and which ones we wish we could swap. Mike shares his granola bar with me and then throws the wrapper into the trash bin outside the school s entrance.
Buckets, he praises himself as the wrapper swooshes in.
I ignore him, turning instead to the Rocky Hill Middle School sign.
You ready for another year? Mike asks, following my gaze.
After this summer, I m ready for anything, I tell him.
Quinnie!
I spin around at the sound of my best friend s voice. Zoe skates toward us, her backpack bouncing behind her as she rolls. She hops off her board and throws her arms around me as though we hadn t just hung out yesterday.
Hey, Mike, she says, pulling away.
He nods at her. Sup, Zoe.
I don t feel like an eighth grader, she says, peering warily at the building. She then picks up her board, hugging it against her hip. Aren t we supposed to feel different? Older or something? She sets her green eyes on me. Do you feel any different, Quinn?
I shrug and look away. Nope, I feel exactly the same as I did last year. A statement that couldn t be further from the truth, given what I went through this summer with the Oldies. But unlike my best friend, I m actually kind of looking forward to being back at school. School has a routine. It s normal. It s safe.
Let s just get this over with, she mumbles. Come on.
With this, she leads Mike and me through the double doors. Side by side, we enter the crowded hallways, bumping against students we haven t seen in two months, their smiles genuine with the excitement of a new year and a fresh start. We barely get two feet deep before Lex and Kaylee ambush us.
I can t believe we re eighth graders! Lex squeals, bouncing up and down. Can you believe it? I can t believe it.
Zoe raises a steady eyebrow. Calm down. It s just school . She makes a face as if the word leaves a bad taste in her mouth.
Lex smiles. But school has people . Mom says I m an extrovert, so I need to be surrounded by people.
Weren t you the one who was so excited for summer vacation? Kaylee asks, her eyes twinkling behind her glasses.
Lex sighs. Yeah, but then I got bored. There s nothing to do in South Haven! I swear, I m going to go to college far away from here. Like San Francisco. Or New York City. Or at least out of Connecticut.
You kind of have to get through eighth grade first, I point out, stifling a laugh.
And high school, Kaylee adds.
Lex dismisses us with a wave of her hand. Minor details. Her brown eyes flicker to Mike, seeming to just notice him. Oh, hey.
Hey, Lex, he says, smiling his easy smile.
I suddenly feel the weight of my friends eyes on Mike and me, breathing in our every move. As far as they know, Mike and I are still dating. Last spring, we started a whole fake romance thing as a way of explaining why we were spending so much time together during the Oldies investigation. It worked-they totally bought it. Originally the plan was to break up after we got rid of our neighbors, but that was months ago, and neither of us has made any move to end it. Sometimes I feel guilty about lying, but other times I m secretly grateful to have something still connecting me to Mike.
You guys have a good summer? he asks, addressing my friends as he pulls his hat farther down.
It was OK, Zoe answers for everyone. How was yours?
Mike shrugs. Pretty boring. Especially July.
We both laugh at this, and my friends give us a strange look, oblivious to our inside joke. They don t know a thing about the Oldies. To the rest of South Haven, Ms. Bea and her crew were just a group of generous senior citizens who splashed money around town and looked good for their ages. Rumor has it that they all retired to Florida. Only Mike, Grandma Jane, Red, and I know the truth. I heard that Philippa Dash wanted to write an article for the school paper about the Oldies sudden move, but her cousin and editor, Tyler Dash, told her that nobody would read it, so instead they re planning a different feature for the first issue of the Rocky Hill News . Honestly, I m kind of relieved: the sooner that South Haven forgets about the Oldies, the better.
Umm . . . Zoe says, looking back and forth between Mike and me. Did we miss something? Do you need a minute? Because we can leave.
I hadn t realized that I was staring at Mike. I blink and quickly clear my throat. No, it s cool, I tell Zoe. Then I throw one last glance at my fake boyfriend. I ll see you around.
Later, Parker. With this, Mike walks away, joining his own friends by his locker.
Zoe grins at me. That was . . .
Don t start, I warn her.
Lex grabs my sleeve. Hey, where did you get that shirt? It s so cute, she says, thankfully changing the subject.
You were with me when I bought it, I tell her. You picked it out for me.
Oh yeah! I have good taste. She furrows her eyebrows. But why didn t you wear the one I bought you for your birthday? Don t you like it?
No, I love it. I ll wear it soon, I promise.
The first bell rings, startling everyone in the hallway.
Who do you guys have for homeroom? I ask, pulling out my schedule.
Mrs. Pugliese, Zoe says. You?
Mr. Feagin again.
Me too, Lex says. Kaylee, you re with Zoe, ri