All the Rage by Courtney Summers

Author:Courtney Summers [Summers, Courtney]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Young Adult, Contemporary, Mystery
ISBN: 9781250021922
Google: UyudBAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00NS316MW
Barnesnoble: B00NS316MW
Goodreads: 23257772
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2015-04-14T04:00:00+00:00

“todd said leanne called,” Mom says, when I come home. “You get your phone?”

“Yeah.”

“I told you it’d turn up.”

I go to my room, find my phone’s charger, and plug it in. I lay on my bed and fade out for the time it takes to get enough power to run and then I inspect it. The screen is okay, but its back and sides are a little worse for wear, scratched up. It’s strange looking at it, knowing they found it while they were searching for Penny, anything about her.

I turn it on and the notifications chime, one after the other.

Voice mails first.

Five frantic messages from my mom.

Romy, where are you?

We’re getting worried …

By the last, she’s in pieces and she’s pleading, come home, please, and promising, I’m not mad at you.

Todd calls too. We’d really like to hear from you, kid.

It doesn’t go down easy, this proof of being loved.

The last message is from Leon.

Hey, Romy. I hope you get this. Pause and static. There’s a hum in the background, like he’s driving and he probably was. Please get this and call when you do. Please. Um. Pause. I don’t want to hang up. He laughs, awkwardly. So call when you get this. Or maybe I’ll see you first … that’d be okay too. I really hope you’re all right.

This is what it would’ve been like for Penny’s family.

This is what it’s still like for them, for her mom and her dad, for Alek. Their love, desperate messages sent out to the universe, waiting to be returned and her silence—

Her silence.

I stare at my phone until it starts to blur. The first tears fall, bring focus, and that’s when I notice the last notification. 1 UNSENT E-MAIL.

An e-mail, waiting for me to send it.

But I haven’t sent an e-mail from my phone in a very long time.

Did I leave a note for myself, and I was so drunk I put it there? It seems stupid, reaching, but who else would—I fall through the thought before it’s complete, hit the ground hard.

Who else would, if not me?

I find the e-mail and open it.

In the TO field, the address of GHS’s student announcement listserv. Any time a student has an announcement—club meetings or volunteer work opportunities or tutoring offers and now, searches for missing girls—they’re invited to put it on the listserv and it goes out to the entire school: the faculty, the student body. After students started sneaking trash talk about teachers and each other in their messages, a code of conduct was written up and Principal Diaz got tough. Every time someone fucks around on the listserv, the entire school loses some kind of privilege. To further prevent any misuse, signing up has also been open to parents. It’s our choice whether we want to show them the kind of monsters they’re raising.

There is no message in the body of the e-mail. What’s the point in sending a blank e-mail to everyone in school? But then I see the attachments at the bottom—

Photos.

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