Missing You (1-800-Where-R-You Series #5)

by Meg Cabot Narrated by Johanna Parker

Overview

A few years ago, Jessica Mastrani was struck by lightning, gaining a special ability to find missing persons. When the government found out, she went to work. Finding terrorists, reuniting soldiers with families, finding the lost kid down the street-you know, that sort of thing. Now, suddenly, Jessica's lost her powers. Not that she's complaining. But it's not so easy to become a normal teen again after seeing violent terrorist attacks in Iraq, being featured on newscasts across the country, and having a television series made about your life. And then there's the super-hot, kind of social delinquent ex-boyfriend Jess left behind. There's one benefit to actually having psychic powers-you know when he's going to show up. The 1-800-Where-R-You series, the basis for Lifetime's Missing, closes with Missing You. Meg Cabot is also the author of the popular Princess Diaries books and the Mediator series, available from Recorded Books

Editorial Reviews

JUN/JUL 07 - AudioFile

The last of the 1-800-Where-R-You series concludes the story of teenager Jessica Mastrani, who became psychic after having been struck by lightning. Now attending Julliard, she has lost her powers and is also coping with post-traumatic stress after working for the FBI in war-torn Afghanistan. Johanna Parker aptly depicts adolescent emotions. Despite the implausible plot, Parker's portrayal of a confused teenager is believable and engaging, keeping listeners absorbed in the performance. As the story intensifies, we want Jess to bring down the villain who has been exploiting underage girls, to reconnect with her boyfriend, and ultimately to have the courage to follow her heart and find happiness after years of struggle. M.H.N. © AudioFile 2007, Portland, Maine

Product Details

BN ID:	2940171052041
Publisher:	Recorded Books, LLC
Publication date:	11/26/2007
Series:	1-800-Where-R-You Series , #5
Edition description:	Unabridged

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1-800-Where-R-You #5: Missing You

Chapter One

My name is Jessica Mastriani.

You might have heard of me. It's fine with me if you haven't, though. In fact, I kind of prefer it that way.

The reason you might have heard of me is that I'm the one the press kept calling "Lightning Girl," because I got struck by lightning a few years ago and developed this so-called psychic power to find missing people in my dreams.

It was this very big deal at the time. At least in Indiana, which is where I'm from. There was even a TV show about me, based on my life. It wasn't exactly based on my life. I mean, they made a lot of stuff up. Like about me going to Quantico to train as an FBI agent. That never happened. Oh, and they killed off my dad on the show, too. In real life, he's actually alive and well.

But I didn't mind (though my dad wasn't too happy about it) because they still had to pay me. For the right to use my name and my story and all of that. It ended up being quite a lot of money, even though the show is only on cable, not even one of the main networks.

My parents take the checks I get every month and invest them for me. I haven't even had to touch the capital yet. I just spend a little bit of the interest now and then, like when I run short on cash for food or the rent or whatever. Which isn't that often lately, because I've got a summer job, and all. Not the world's greatest job or anything. But at least it's not with the FBI, like on the TV show about me.

I did work for the FBI for a while. There was this special division, headed by this guy, Cyrus Krantz. I worked for them for almost a year.

See, it wasn't supposed to go the way it did. My life, I mean. First there was the whole getting struck by lightning thing. That so wasn't in the plans. Not that anyone—anyone sane, anyway—would choose to get struck by lightning and get psychic powers, because, trust me on this, it completely sucks. I mean, I guess it's all right for the people I helped.

But it was no bed of roses for me, believe me.

Then there was the war. Like the lightning, it just came from out of nowhere. And like the lightning, it changed everything. Not just the fact that suddenly, everyone on our street back in Indiana had an American flag in their front yard, and we were all glued to CNN 24/7. For me, a lot more changed than just that. I mean, I hadn't even finished high school yet, and still, Uncle Sam was all, "I want you."

And the thing was, they needed me. Really needed me. Innocent people were dying. What was I going to do, say no?

Although the truth is, I tried to say no at first. Until my brother Douglas—the one I'd always thought would be the most against my going—was the one who went, "Jess. What are you doing? You have to go."

So I went.

At first they said I could work from home. Which was good, because I really needed to finish twelfth grade, and all.

But there were people they needed to find, fast. What was I supposed to do? It was a war.

I know to most people, the war was, like, somewhere way over there. Your average American, I bet they didn't even think about it, except, you know, when they turned on the news at night and saw people getting blown up and stuff. "This many U.S. Marines were killed today," they'd say on the news. The next day, people heard, "We found this many terrorists hiding in a cave in the hills of Afghanistan."

Well, it wasn't like that for me. I didn't get to see the war on the news. Instead, I saw it live. Because I was there. I was there because I was the one telling them which of those caves to look in for those people they needed to find so badly.

I tried to do it from home at first, and then later, from Washington.

But a lot of times, when I'd tell them where to go look, they'd go there and then they'd come back and be all, "There's no one there."

But I knew they were wrong. Because I was never wrong. Or I guess I should say my power never was.

So finally I was like, "Look, just send me there, and I'll show you."

Some of the people I found, you heard about on the news. Other people I found, they kept secret. Some of the people I found, we couldn't get to, on account of where they were hiding, deep in the mountains. Some of the people I found, they decided just to keep tabs on, and wait it out. Some of the people I found ended up dead.

But I found them. I found them all.

And then the nightmares came. And I couldn't sleep anymore.

Which meant I couldn't find anyone anymore. Because I couldn't dream.

Posttraumatic stress syndrome. Or PTSS. That's what they called it, anyway. They tried everything they could think of to help me. Drugs. Therapy. A week by a big fancy pool in Dubai. None of it worked. I still couldn't sleep.

So, in the end, they sent me home, thinking maybe I'd get better there, once everything was back to normal again.

The problem with that was, when I got home? Everything wasn't back to normal again. Everything was different.

I guess that's not fair. I guess what it was, was that I was different. Not everyone else. I mean, you see stuff like that—kids screaming at you not to take their father, things blowing up . . .

1-800-Where-R-You #5: Missing You. Copyright © by Meg Cabot. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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