Chapters (61)
- COVER
- DEDICATION
- FOREWORD
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- JIMMY Patterson Books for Young Adult Readers
- 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.”