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360 pages, Paperback
First published January 3, 2017
Yesterday, Rachel went to sleep listening to Taylor Swift, curled up in her grammy’s quilt, worrying about geometry. Today, she woke up in a ditch, bloodied, bruised, and missing a year of her life.
She doesn’t recognize the person she’s become: she’s popular. She wears nothing but black.
Black to cover the blood.
And she can fight.
Tell no one.
She’s not the only girl to go missing within the last year…but she’s the only girl to come back. She desperately wants to unravel what happened to her, to try and recover the rest of the Lost Girls.
But the more she discovers, the more her memories return. And as much as her new life scares her, it calls to her. Seductively. The good girl gone bad, sex, drugs, and raves, and something darker…something she still craves—the rush of the fight, the thrill of the win—something she can’t resist, that might still get her killed…
The only rule is: There are no rules.
"I was scared and mad and all I wanted was for her to tell me something--anything--about who I am and why I am the way I am."
"I think we all want that."
"Maybe. But we don't all flatten a girl in the street like she's a bug."
I did what I vowed I'd never do. But isn't that what always happens when things get tough? We run in the wrong direction, arms flailing, calling for someone, anyone, to help. We climb up muddy inclines and wave our arms as we walk across lanes of traffic, willing cars to stop, demanding strangers to rescue us.
We walk away from danger toward any bright light that flickers.
It was a knockout. The girl who had never been defeated, not once, was flat on her back on the mat, staring up at the ceiling, at the black skies and the bolts of pink lightning, she was listening to the earth-quaking boom of thunder that temporarily turned the entire world blue. She was crying, glad she was alone, a lake of tears forming around her, a lake that would soon be deep enough to drown in.