Chandler Baker: “A REAL High School Horror Story” – Teen Frankenstein Blog Tour Guest Post + Giveaway

Posted January 16, 2016 by Sara 9 Comments

Today, we’re thrilled to be hosting a stop on the official blog tour for Teen Frankenstein by Chandler Baker, the first book in the new High School Horror series — which re-imagines classic horror novels in a contemporary, teen setting. For today’s stop, Chandler stops by with a REAL high school horror story. Check out her guest post below, then keep reading for more about the book and your chance to win a copy!

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Real High School Horror Story
by Chandler Baker

What high school experience would be complete without a real, live Mean Girl? Not mine, unfortunately. My Mean Girl came in the form of a cute, tiny blonde who never wore the same outfit twice. We’ll call her “Lexie.”

Chandler Baker_biopic (2)I went to a small, nerdy magnet school. We didn’t have sports and we’d all been going there since the fourth grade. In, perhaps the nerdiest move ever, my mom encouraged my friendship with Lexie by asking Lexie over to a sleepover at our house. Lexie went to the local public high school and was outgoing, had a popular older sister and a great sense of style. She was brash and fearless whereas I was naturally quiet and probably a little sensitive.

Lexie and I became friends fast and hard. We were inseparable. I had no idea that she had a history of having a long string of revolving best friends, so I was all in. We had an inordinate number of inside jokes, she helped me dress like not a total loser….

You get the picture.

Two People in Silhouete; Shutterstock ID 1733613All was going swimmingly up to the point where we were set to go on a church mission trip together. We’d been excited for weeks. I showed up to get on the van for the one billion hour drive from South Florida to North Carolina only to find that our friendship was apparently dead. Only I hadn’t gotten the memo. Lexie was giving me the cold shoulder. She wouldn’t speak to me. Wouldn’t acknowledge me. Worse she made fun of me relentlessly on that trip and since she knew me pretty darn well by that point, she was really good at making me fun of me. I guess we have to give her credit for that much.

A few days in, Lexie and her new friends successfully plotted to steal my makeup. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that my aesthetic is not super natural. I have very blonde features so I’m basically addicted to my mascara, eyebrow pencil, the works. I don’t feel comfortable going anywhere without it on. Lexie stole all of my makeup and hid it and I had to spend the rest of the week miserable and looking like a ghost.

Near the end of the week, during a worship service, I followed her into the bathroom at a moment when I knew it would be just the two of us. I asked if we could talk. I pathetically asked what I’d done wrong and why she was acting this way toward me. After all, we were best friends….weren’t we?

She told me she didn’t know what I was talking about. Because that’s the way mean girls do it. We never spoke again.

Now, if only I were Taylor Swift and could set this to song…

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LEARN MORE

  • Add High School Horror: Teen Frankenstein to your to-read list on Goodreads.
  • Join in on social media with #HighSchoolHorror
  • Visit Chandler Baker’s website and follow her on Twitter and Instagram!

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ABOUT THE BOOK

High school meets classic horror in this groundbreaking new series.

It was a dark and stormy night when Tor Frankenstein accidentally hit someone with her car. And killed him. But all is not lost–Tor, being the scientific genius she is, brings him back to life…

Thus begins a twisty, turn-y take on a familiar tale, set in the town of Hollow Pines, Texas, where high school is truly horrifying.

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CONTEST

Do YOU have a high school horror story? Share yours in the comment below & you could win! We’re giving away a copy of Teen Frankenstein to one winner — PLUS, Chandler is picking her TOP 3 STORIES from the comments of ALL stops on the blog tour to receive a very special prize!!! So you share one story, and get entered into TWO amazing contests!

Contest is open to U.S. & Canada only. Our contest runs through midnight (PT) on Saturday, January 23rd.

For our contest, be sure to fill out the Rafflecopter form HERE after you’ve commented below to complete your entry & earn extra chances to win.

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Check out the rest of the great blog tour for Teen Frankenstein here:

Full Blog Tour Schedule
11-Jan
Fierce Reads
12-Jan Good Books and Good Wine
13-Jan Jana’s Book List
14-Jan Booki Emoji
15-Jan Sci Fi Chick
16-Jan Novel Novice
17-Jan Word Spelunking
18-Jan XPresso Reads
19-Jan Working for the Mandroid
20-Jan Katie’s Book Blog

 

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9 responses to “Chandler Baker: “A REAL High School Horror Story” – Teen Frankenstein Blog Tour Guest Post + Giveaway

  1. Sarah Hull

    I didn’t know if this was supposed to be a fictional story or a real story about how nightmarish high school is, so I made a fictional one because everyone knows that high school is something you don’t want to relive if you’ve already left. Enjoy.

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    New school, new people, new life. That’s how Shawn always saw it when he moved. His father was in the military, so moving around the country had become the norm. They had just come from California and moving into Washington, although not super far away, was quite the weather shock. Locals called it the state of bipolar weather. Shawn couldn’t agree more.

    He trudged through puddles, his thin jacket hugged so tightly around him it felt like a second skin. Of course, it kept out an accumulative amount of about 0 water. He grumbled as the rain plastered his blonde hair to his head and soaked the back of his t shirt. Apparently, there was such a thing as being too close to the school to get a ride. In Cali, he would have had no problem walking to school. Mostly because it would have been somewhere around 85 degrees. Not 30.

    “This blows.” He mumbled, following the water darkened sidewalk towards the school.

    []{}[]

    Shawn slipped into his seat uncomfortably, wishing he could just turn invisible. He was ten minutes late, his blue and white uniform was sopping wet, and mud caked the messy hems of his slacks. He looked like a drowned rat.

    People stared at him with curiosity dancing in their eyes. Almost a hunger. A blonde girl smiled and waved flirtatiously. He looked away with no more than a nod of acknowledgement and her smile morphed into a glare. A little part of his soul broke and he sunk further into his seat.

    []{}[]

    The first half of the day passed slowly, but lunch still came much faster than Shawn wanted it too. Silently, he grabbed a foil wrapped burger, knowing he was going to be disappointed when he had to pay $3.00 for it. He picked up a chocolate milk for good measure and slid into a seat as far away from everyone as he could possibly get. He unwrapped his burger and took away the top bun to look inside. Nothing but a lonely, half cooked, floppy-looking burger patty. Reluctantly, he replaced the bun to the top and took a bite. A girl with short black hair sat down across from him and beamed.

    “You are new here!” She exclaimed, leaning in closer and taking a deep breath. “You smell like salt.”

    Shawn wrinkled his eyebrows and leaned backwards. “Okay… You’re weird.”

    She nodded, taking a piece of celery off her tray and munching on it. Not that she could have taken anything else off of that tray. There was nothing but celery. “You’re so cute. I could just eat you up.” She smiled again, watching him.

    He pursed his lips. “You’re really freaking me out.”

    She leaned in, resting her elbows on the table. “You’re not like the rest of us.” She whispered. “You’re human.”

    “What are you talking about?” He said, a bit too loudly. “I’m just like the rest of you.”

    “No, you’re not. In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a few of of looking at you like you are some sort of snack, and to some of them you are. You have made it into a school of supernatural monsters.”

    Shawn’s head swam. He could see it now. All the strange looks he had been getting. How he felt so out of place. And he had thought high school couldn’t be any more of a nightmare than it already was.

    Fin.

  2. My most horrific highschool horror story moment happened when I was walking down the hall between classes. I was so inside my head that I lost track of where I was and when it was and it was like I came to as the final bell rang. I was standing at the end of a long, little used hallway. No other students were around. My heart was pounding in my ears and I felt dizzy and the hallway was darker than the main hallways. I was so disoriented that I could not remember what class I’d just come from, and so I had no idea where I was supposed to be going. My hands trembled as I searched for a clock and then, finally finding one, stumbled mentally over the numbers trying to figure out where to go. It was terrifying even after I’d made my way to my seat, all the while questioning my sanity.

  3. Sarah Hull

    I didn’t know if this was supposed to be a fictional story or a real story about how nightmarish high school is, so I made a fictional one because everyone knows that high school is something you don’t want to relive if you’ve already left. Enjoy.

    []{}[]

    New school, new people, new life. That’s how Shawn always saw it when he moved. His father was in the military, so moving around the country had become the norm. They had just come from California and moving into Washington, although not super far away, was quite the weather shock. Locals called it the state of bipolar weather. Shawn couldn’t agree more.

    He trudged through puddles, his thin jacket hugged so tightly around him it felt like a second skin. Of course, it kept out an accumulative amount of about 0 water. He grumbled as the rain plastered his blonde hair to his head and soaked the back of his t shirt. Apparently, there was such a thing as being too close to the school to get a ride. In Cali, he would have had no problem walking to school. Mostly because it would have been somewhere around 85 degrees. Not 30.

    “This blows.” He mumbled, following the water darkened sidewalk towards the school.

    []{}[]

    Shawn slipped into his seat uncomfortably, wishing he could just turn invisible. He was ten minutes late, his blue and white uniform was sopping wet, and mud caked the messy hems of his slacks. He looked like a drowned rat.

    People stared at him with curiosity dancing in their eyes. Almost a hunger. A blonde girl smiled and waved flirtatiously. He looked away with no more than a nod of acknowledgement and her smile morphed into a glare. A little part of his soul broke and he sunk further into his seat.

    []{}[]

    The first half of the day passed slowly, but lunch still came much faster than Shawn wanted it too. Silently, he grabbed a foil wrapped burger, knowing he was going to be disappointed when he had to pay $3.00 for it. He picked up a chocolate milk for good measure and slid into a seat as far away from everyone as he could possibly get. He unwrapped his burger and took away the top bun to look inside. Nothing but a lonely, half cooked, floppy-looking burger patty. Reluctantly, he replaced the bun to the top and took a bite. A girl with short black hair sat down across from him and beamed.

    “You are new here!” She exclaimed, leaning in closer and taking a deep breath. “You smell like salt.”

    Shawn wrinkled his eyebrows and leaned backwards. “Okay… You’re weird.”

    She nodded, taking a piece of celery off her tray and munching on it. Not that she could have taken anything else off of that tray. There was nothing but celery. “You’re so cute. I could just eat you up.” She smiled again, watching him.

    He pursed his lips. “You’re really freaking me out.”

    She leaned in, resting her elbows on the table. “You’re not like the rest of us.” She whispered. “You’re human.”

    “What are you talking about?” He said, a bit too loudly. “I’m just like the rest of you.”

    “No, you’re not. In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a few of of looking at you like you are some sort of snack, and to some of them you are. You have made it into a school of supernatural monsters.”

    Shawn’s head swam. He could see it now. All the strange looks he had been getting. How he felt so out of place. And he had thought high school couldn’t be any more of a nightmare than it already was.

    Fin.

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