Back When We Were Lost
Chapters (61)
  1. COVER
  2. DEDICATION
  3. FOREWORD
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. CHAPTER 12
  17. CHAPTER 13
  18. CHAPTER 14
  19. CHAPTER 15
  20. CHAPTER 16
  21. CHAPTER 17
  22. CHAPTER 18
  23. CHAPTER 19
  24. CHAPTER 20
  25. CHAPTER 21
  26. CHAPTER 22
  27. CHAPTER 23
  28. CHAPTER 24
  29. CHAPTER 25
  30. CHAPTER 26
  31. CHAPTER 27
  32. CHAPTER 28
  33. CHAPTER 29
  34. CHAPTER 30
  35. CHAPTER 31
  36. CHAPTER 32
  37. CHAPTER 33
  38. CHAPTER 34
  39. CHAPTER 35
  40. CHAPTER 36
  41. CHAPTER 37
  42. CHAPTER 38
  43. CHAPTER 39
  44. CHAPTER 40
  45. CHAPTER 41
  46. CHAPTER 42
  47. CHAPTER 43
  48. CHAPTER 44
  49. CHAPTER 45
  50. CHAPTER 46
  51. CHAPTER 47
  52. CHAPTER 48
  53. CHAPTER 49
  54. CHAPTER 50
  55. CHAPTER 51
  56. CHAPTER 52
  57. EPILOGUE
  58. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  59. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  60. JIMMY Patterson Books for Young Adult Readers
  61. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

“You didn’t know. Makes it easier anyway. At least I know there’s no one out there worrying.” He thought of Julia, and for once, he felt he had to say something else. “I have a guardian, Julia, but she’s in a tech-free yoga retreat in Italy, so she probably doesn’t even know the plane’s missing.”

Alice smiled. “I saw her at a parent–teacher conference. Actually, I’ve seen her a couple of times. It sounds terrible, but I was always a bit envious—she just seems so cool. And you know, she’s on a yoga retreat—who does that?”

“Julia does that.” He laughed. “Yeah, she’s pretty cool, but, she’s… more like a really high-maintenance friend than a parent. It’s okay now, but when I was younger I just wished… Well, the envy cuts both ways, that’s all I’m saying.”

He realized that in those few seconds he’d said more about himself than he ever had before, and he felt instantly vulnerable, on the edge of a precipice, his heart beating faster and with a strange rhythm.

But Alice said, “Of course. I can only imagine,” and Tom relaxed a little, some unseen danger averted. He guessed this was how people spoke to each other, that it was okay to tell people that he’d rather have parents than a roommate, that he missed them, even without really being able to remember what it had been like to have them there in the first place.

George was watching, transfixed. He said, “Do you think that’s why you’re the way you are?”

Tom looked back at him. “You mean unfriendly, doesn’t play well with others, a little bit of a freak?”

George laughed, a mixture of shock and embarrassment playing out across his face, as if he couldn’t believe he’d asked the question. Alice laughed a little too, looking more relieved that Tom had responded in that way, and that in turn made Tom wonder how she thought he might have reacted—were people really afraid of him?

Tom smiled too, making clear there were no hard feelings, though he wasn’t sure how there could be because he knew that was how people saw him.

“Honestly, I don’t know. Julia’s always telling me how laidback and friendly and funny my mom and dad were, so maybe I was like that too. I don’t really remember what I was like before the accident.”