Authors: Elizabeth Scott
Tags: #Teen & Young Adult, #Literature & Fiction, #Social & Family Issues, #Being a Teen, #Romance, #Contemporary
I woke up with a start, something hot stinging my eyes and throat.
I lay there for a long time, trying to go back to sleep, but I could hear the trees rustling outside and I didn’t like the way they sounded. Plus whenever I closed my eyes, I saw a bright red sky.
After a while it felt better to just make myself stay awake, to stare up at my dark ceiling. To remind myself I was at home, in my room.
To remind myself I was alive.
I sat there and wondered again why I’d lived. Why I didn’t even feel like I was here.
Megan is a miracle. At least, that’s what everyone says. Having survived a plane crash that killed everyone else on board, Megan knows she should be grateful just to be alive. The truth is, she doesn’t feel like a miracle.
In fact, she doesn’t feel anything at all.
Then memories from the crash start coming back. Scared and alone, Megan doesn’t know whom to turn to. Her entire community seems unable—or maybe unwilling—to see her as anything but Miracle Megan, except for Joe, the beautiful boy next door with a tragic past and secrets of his own.
All Megan wants is for her life to get back to normal, but the harder she tries to live up to everyone’s expectations, the worse she feels. This time she may be falling too fast to be saved. . . .
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Miracle / by Elizabeth Scott. — 1st Simon Pulse hardcover ed.
Summary: Rising senior and star soccer player Megan Hathaway, unable to remember
the plane crash of which she was the sole survivor, feels like an empty shell and loses all interest
in her life and her friends, but unlikely friends help her face life as a “miracle.”
ISBN 978-1-4424-1706-9 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-4424-1708-3 (eBook)
[1. Survival—Fiction. 2. Aircraft accidents—Fiction. 3. Post-traumatic stress disorder—Fiction.
4. Family life—Fiction. 5. High schools—Fiction. 6. Schools—Fiction.] I. Title.
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When I woke up the sky was burning.
It was orange-red with flames, breathing hot all over me, and thick black smoke bloomed like clouds. I rose to my knees and the sky grew hotter and closer as water poured over me. I knew I should turn around, that there was something behind me. I didn’t know how I knew that. I just did.
I didn’t turn around, and in front of me, through the bright flame of the sky, I saw a hint of green. I started walking toward it. Smoke was winding itself inside me, slipping down my throat every time I breathed.
My eyes hurt. My lungs hurt. I hurt. My feet caught on something and I fell.
My eyes were open, wide open, but I couldn’t see anything.
After a while, it just seemed easier to close them. So I did.
When I opened my eyes I saw light. Bright white light, so strong it made my eyes burn. I didn’t know where I was, but then I smelled a weird yet familiar scent, disinfectant and sweat and used Band-Aids mixed together, and knew I’d fallen asleep in the hospital.
Great. What had David done now?
I tried to sit up. I couldn’t. It hurt too much. I hurt too much.
There was an IV in each of my arms. I could see them stuck into my skin, taped into place well below the sleeves of my hospital gown.
was the one in the hospital.
Why was I in the hospital? Had I gotten hurt during the last scrimmage at soccer camp? I’d been careful through every game there even though I’d known it meant I wouldn’t
get the best player award. I hadn’t wanted to start the season with an injury.
I heard someone crying and tried to sit up again. It hurt even more this time. My head felt like it was filled with rocks. The crying got louder and then Mom was leaning over me, a huge, shaking smile lighting up her face. It looked strange, wrong against the tears.
“Mom?” I said, or tried to. Apparently there were rocks in my mouth too.
“Oh, Megan,” Mom said, and her voice was weird, shaking just like her smile.