Chapters (42)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Part One
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Part Two
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Part Three
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Part Four
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
I go back inside with Noah, but when he puts his headset on and starts talking to whoever he is playing against on his video game, I know he won’t bother to check on me again for a while.
In the kitchen I quietly open the cabinet, sneaking out a can of Catniss’s food. The grinding sound of the can opener makes her come running. I turn the can upside down onto a plate, and the blob of can-shaped Oceanfish Delight fills the kitchen with a terrible fish-tank stink. Catniss starts meowing so loud I’m scared she is going to give me away, so I drop a spoonful of the mush into her bowl and whisper, “Shhh, this isn’t for you.”
Next, I fill a big bowl with water and, along with the plate of cat food, bring it out to the clearing where the dog came out of the woods. I call and whistle and watch and wait for what seems like forever. But she doesn’t come back.
Chapter 3
RESPONSIBILITY
All day long I keep my eyes on the backyard from the round window in my bedroom. I use my bird-watching binoculars to try to see deeper into the woods, just in case I can spot the dog somewhere out there. I take breaks to check my laptop, but Jude still hasn’t responded.
Come back, I think, throwing my thoughts to her as hard as I can.
At my desk, I take out my box of 132 colored pencils, which I received for my tenth birthday, and flip to a new page in my S. Hawkins sketchbook. Sometimes when I’m drawing, I feel like I’m in another place, almost like a dream, and time can pass all around me without me even knowing it.
Text bubble: The first earthling S. Hawkins meets is a furry creature like none she’s encountered before in all of her travels, but who is lost just like she is . . .
I always start with the eyes, whether they belong to a person, an alien, or even a dog. Gramps taught me that trick—he knows all about drawing because he used to draw political cartoons for the newspapers. He showed me a bunch that he had saved, and even though the colors had faded and I didn’t understand what most of them were about, I could still tell they were amazing.