Forgotten

Forgotten

by Cat Patrick

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Overview

Each night at precisely 4:33 am, while sixteen-year-old London Lane is asleep, her memory of that day is erased. In the morning, all she can "remember" are events from her future. London is used to relying on reminder notes and a trusted friend to get through the day, but things get complicated when a new boy at school enters the picture. Luke Henry is not someone you'd easily forget, yet try as she might, London can't find him in her memories of things to come.

When London starts experiencing disturbing flashbacks, or flash-forwards, as the case may be, she realizes it's time to learn about the past she keeps forgetting—before it destroys her future.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780316094603
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Publication date: 05/01/2012
Series: Forgotten Series , #1
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 1,191,054
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 12 - 18 Years

About the Author

Cat Patrick is the author of Forgotten and Revived. She lives in the Seattle area with her husband and twin daughters. When asked about how she comes up with the concepts for her novels, Cat explained that she has a love for "high school strange."

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Forgotten


By Patrick, Cat

Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2011 Patrick, Cat
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780316094610

Friday

10/14 (Thurs.)

    Outfit:

  • Straight-leg jeans

  • Navy tunic with the little flowers (wasn’t dirty— back in the closet)

  • Blister-inducing red flats

    School:

  • Bring book for English

  • Get Mom to sign permission slip for History

  • Spanish quiz tomorrow (not on syllabus)

  • Read over History homework in the morning… too tired…

    Notes:

  • Ate tons of carbs today. (Mom bought mint chocolate chip ice cream!) EXERCISE!

  • Ordered tights for Halloween

1

Aren’t Fridays supposed to be good?

This one started badly.

The note on my nightstand didn’t tell me anything useful. My eyelids wanted to stay closed; my favorite jeans were in the hamper; and there was no milk in the fridge.

Worst of all, my cell phone was dead: the shiny, candy red one that I’ll have until it falls into a gutter; the one that has the calendar and reminder bells and is essentially my portable, socially acceptable security blanket.

“You’ll be fine,” my mom said during the drive to school this morning.

“How do you know?” I asked. “I could have a huge math test today. There could be a school assembly that I won’t know about.”

“It’s just one day, London. You’ll be fine without your phone for one day.”

“Easy for you to say,” I muttered, looking out the window.

Now, right now, standing here, I have proof that my mom was wrong. I am not fine without my phone for one day.

Today is the day that I needed a new T-shirt for gym class. Had it not been dead, my phone, the phone my mom and I programmed together at the start of the year with important little reminders like this one, would have instructed me, in its tiny block lettering, to bring a shirt for Phys. Ed. today.

Therefore, today is the day I’m standing in gym shorts and my winter sweater, wondering what to do.

I can’t very well wear a sweater for basketball (which is what we’re playing, according to the board near the locker room door), so I ask Page if she has an extra top. We won’t ever really be friends, but she still responds overenthusiastically. “Sure, London, here you go. Forgot your clean shirt again, huh?”

Again?

I make a mental note to jot myself a real note later, while at the same time wondering why today’s note didn’t mention bringing a gym shirt.

Page interrupts my train of thought. She smiles and hands me a bright yellow oversized tee with a beaming cat on it that reads: HAVE A PURR-FECT DAY!

“Thanks, Page,” I grumble as I take the shirt from her and quickly put it on. It nearly covers the shorts—shorts!—that I’m already wearing. Why my locker contained shorts and not some other warmer, cuter piece of bottom-covering sportswear, I have no clue.

Note to self: add “bring pants” to note to self, too.

I feel like Page is watching me. I glance at her and, yep, she’s watching me. We exchange pleasant nods before I throw my street clothes into the locker, slam it, and head out to the gym.

As I walk, two thoughts run through my mind. First, I wonder whether Ms. Martinez will let me go to the nurse’s office for a Band-Aid to cover the painful heel blister that I can feel grating against my sneaker with every step. And, second, I can’t help but thank my lucky stars that only the twelve other hapless souls with first-period gym class will see me in this hideous ensemble.

Unfortunately for me, Ms. Martinez is a coldhearted woman.

“No,” she says, when I ask to go to the nurse’s office before the game begins.

“No?” I ask in disbelief.

“No,” she says again, black eyes daring me to argue. She holds her whistle at the ready.

I’m not stupid, so I don’t press the issue. Instead, I hobble back to the bench, join my teammates, and vow to play through the pain.

Then halfway through what I can only assume is the lowest-scoring basketball game in high school sports history, a noise ricochets through the echoing gym that all at once makes my arm hairs stand on end, my eardrums seize up, and my teeth chatter.

For a moment, I don’t know what’s going on.

Ms. Martinez waves her arms in the direction of the exit, and my classmates begin lazily walking toward the doorway.

That’s when I get it.

We are having a fire drill.

We, the students of Meridan High School, are going outside. All 956 of us. While I, London Lane, am sporting a bright yellow cat T-shirt that says HAVE A PURR-FECT DAY! and too-short shorts for the entire student body to enjoy.

Yep, it’s a good Friday indeed.



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