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Back Nobody in Particular
Chapters (61)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  4. ONE DANNI
  5. TWO ROSE
  6. THREE DANNI
  7. FOUR DANNI
  8. FIVE ROSE
  9. SIX ROSE
  10. SEVEN DANNI
  11. EIGHT ROSE
  12. NINE DANNI
  13. TEN ROSE
  14. ELEVEN ROSE
  15. TWELVE ROSE
  16. THIRTEEN ROSE
  17. FOURTEEN DANNI
  18. FIFTEEN DANNI
  19. SIXTEEN ROSE
  20. SEVENTEEN DANNI
  21. EIGHTEEN ROSE
  22. NINETEEN ROSE
  23. TWENTY DANNI
  24. TWENTY-ONE DANNI
  25. TWENTY-TWO DANNI
  26. TWENTY-THREE ROSE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR ROSE
  28. TWENTY-FIVE DANNI
  29. TWENTY-SIX ROSE
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN DANNI
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT ROSE
  32. TWENTY-NINE ROSE
  33. THIRTY DANNI
  34. THIRTY-ONE DANNI
  35. THIRTY-TWO ROSE
  36. THIRTY-THREE DANNI
  37. THIRTY-FOUR ROSE
  38. THIRTY-FIVE ROSE
  39. THIRTY-SIX DANNI
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN ROSE
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT DANNI
  42. THIRTY-NINE ROSE
  43. FORTY DANNI
  44. FORTY-ONE ROSE
  45. FORTY-TWO DANNI
  46. FORTY-THREE ROSE
  47. FORTY-FOUR DANNI
  48. FORTY-FIVE ROSE
  49. FORTY-SIX ROSE
  50. FORTY-SEVEN DANNI
  51. FORTY-EIGHT ROSE
  52. FORTY-NINE ROSE
  53. FIFTY ROSE
  54. FIFTY-ONE ROSE
  55. FIFTY-TWO DANNI
  56. EPILOGUE ROSE
  57. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  58. Also by Sophie Gonzales
  59. Praise Page
  60. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  61. Newsletter Sign-up

Caroline laughs, and even that’s musical. I wonder if my laugh’s musical. I’m pretty sure it’s not. Actually, I’m pretty sure I laugh like a donkey. “No, I mean, after everything that happened in Amsterdam a few months back,” she clarifies.

I guess my blank look gives me away, because before I’ve even come up with an answer, Caroline goes on. “Sorry, I assumed you knew. It was national news here. I suppose it didn’t make it to America, huh?”

She’s looking at me like I just told her I didn’t know trees have leaves or something. Is it weird that I don’t know national news involving a group of girls I just told her I’m friends with? Maybe? But if it’s something that happened months ago, how would I know about it? It’s not like I online stalked everyone as soon as I met them. Is that a normal thing to do? Searching up your new friends? Maybe it is when your new friends are influencers and royalty.

“By the way,” Caroline says, slicing through my thoughts, “let me know when you want to prepare a piece for the performance evenings.”

I wince. Every Friday after dinner, a Bramppath student apparently gets up in front of the whole school and performs something. Poetry, a monologue, a piece of music, a dance. It’s my worst nightmare. Getting up in front of my peers and exposing myself? Giving them something to judge me on and laugh at me about? I’ll pass. But I don’t tell Caroline that just yet. She can spend a little longer blissfully unaware that her newest piano student has a limited future in music at best.

Back in my room, I open my laptop with a weird sense I’m doing something illegal. Skin prickling, I close my door and draw the curtains. I’m not exactly sure how hard it’s going to be to figure out what I’m looking for—after all, what if a story comes up that looks like it’s big news, but isn’t actually what everyone’s talking about? But I figure I’ll just type in what I do know and hope for the best. And what do I know? Molly Kwon. Amsterdam.

And go.

I shouldn’t have worried I might not know which story is the right one. It’s immediately obvious. About a million results pop up, from every news outlet in the country. I scan the list with a sinking feeling.