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PDF ë The One Memory of Flora Banks : Be Brave â Chapter Six They said they were coming back, I tell the policeman, but they didnt And they always do what they say It says in my book that Ive called them sixty seven times The police station is a gray building with an orange tiled roof It is boring on the outside, and inside it is boring too The reception area is small, with a little row of three blue chairs by the window The man who is sitting at the reception desk is being polite, but he doesnt think my problem is the most interesting thing that will happen to him today He has a bald head, which is shining under the electric light There is a piece of paper in his hand and he keeps trying to read it I know it has nothing to do with me Sixty seven he echoes He looks up at me with a little frown Seriously They always tell me what theyre doing Always Your parents are visiting your brother and have not come home when you thought they would Thats right Have you contacted your brother I dont think so And they are fully functioning grown ups Yes As are you I see him looking at the words on my hand, trying to read them He looks at my face He stares into my eyes for a few seconds, and his manner changes He pushes his papers away Oh I know who you are I dont know what to say to that, so I say nothing What are you he says Sixteen or so Im seventeen and I kissed a boy on a beach Before that I was ten and I was going to the amusement park I met Paige when we were four I only meant to say the first two words out loud The rest of it was supposed to be in my head He looks as if he wants to laugh at me, and I hate that Yeah Youve been here before Youve met my colleagues OK Ill call someone for you Have a seat Do you have a friend Neighbor Any other family around Paige is my friend Lets have Paiges number then Ill get her to come and pick you up Maybe you can stay at her place I look at my phone, searching for Paiges name and number Paige will pick me up and take care of me But I know as I say the words in my head that they are not right There are texts on my phone, but they are all from me All of them say things like Hello Paige Are you going to be back soon She has not replied I hope she is OK I scroll up and up until I find her last text to me It is from a few days ago, and it says Flora This is the last time Im going to answer I am not your friend any, not since you kissed my boyfriend WE ARE NOT FRIENDS Leave me alone I stare at the words I did kiss her boyfriend That happened I can remember it I kissed a boy on the beach He was Drake I love him That means Paige and I are not friends I look up I am in the police station because my parents havent come home, and there is a man with a shiny head and a pen and a yellow Post it note in front of him He is waiting for me to tell him Paiges phone number so he can ask her to come and get me I stand up Its OK, actually, I tell him, and I walk to the door, and then through it, and then I run down the road, all the way home I am on my own It is suddenly exciting I skip down the road I dance I can do anything I scrawl the words on my armContact Jacob Maybe Jacob might help me If the policeman called Paige she might try to help me in spite of everything I could go and bang on her door and she would probably let me in Yet I cannot do that because I would not be able to tell her about my e mails with Drake, and she would find out instantly because his name is everywhere in my world It is on my hands and arms and a hundred new little notes perching around the house like butterflies I need to take the new notes down in case my parents get back I must remember to do it There is too much to remember Hello I call There are no extra shoes on the porch, no coats, no luggage, no voices I want my parents to be here Im home I add, and stand and wait Contact Jacob My parents keep paperwork in a filing cabinet and in teetering piles in a bedroom that has a single bed without any sheets on it I start with the teetering piles I write a note Looking for Jacobs phone number and stick it onto the edge of the table with tape There is nothing about my parents trip There are no travel details, no hotel booking, no letters I would probably find them if I looked harder, on the big computer I open the filing cabinets and look for traces of my big brother This involves plowing through lots of boring pieces of old paper, checking each one for his name I find an envelope that says flora on the front, and take out a sheaf of papers from inside, but words like temporal lobe, associated confabulation, and GCSjump out and make me nervous I write down some of the strange words and put the piece of paper in my pocket Then I shove everything back in its envelope and push it down into the cabinet There is a postcard with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it That is in Paris I turn it over and see that it is addressed to me, in messy handwriting It says Looking at this right now and thinking of you Youre amazing Jacob xx I stare at it I take a photo of it It doesnt have his phone number or his address on it I put it on top of the filing cabinet Jacob was thinking of me, in Paris I must have seen this card before I screw my eyes tight shut and tell him that I am thinking of him too I hope he knows I find a passport, and oddly it turns out to be mine It was issued two years ago and is valid for another eight years I leave that out on the side, just in case, and write I HAVE A PASSPORTin big letters down the inside of my left arm I think of Drake He makes me remember I can remember kissing him The smell of the sea The black stone We could spend the night My mom He is far away I put the passport into the back pocket of my jeans After a long time I find a piece of paper with a handwritten address on it, topped with the words Jacob It says, Paris, but it does not have a phone number It does not look like a new piece of paper It looks like the kind of piece of paper that would fall out of an old book It says Jacob, A pt,Rue Charlot Paris, FRANCE When I type the address into the computer it appears on a map it really is in Paris, the capital of France, and it could be where he lives, or it could be a place he lived in once There must be a better way of getting ahold of him, but since I cant think what it would be, I write him a card saying who I am and that I am worried because our parents havent come home, and I ask him to call me if hes well enough, or to get our parents to call me, as soon as he can if he gets this I add my e mail address, just in case I read it over It sounds all right, I think It sounds normal I find three first class stamps in the drawer with the tape and semi working pens, and I run outside and mail it I report it all back to Drake and write it in my notebook Time passes, and then Drake replies Hes probably on Facebook, he advises Have you looked But there must be tons of Jacob Bankses I try to look him up, but I cant log in, because I dont have an account I follow the instructions to make one, but when I put in my e mail address, it says I do have an account after all The laptop fills in the password with a row of dots, so I click OK and look at a part of me that I had no idea existed There is a photograph of Paige and me We are cheek to cheek, smiling at the camera I miss Paige She is not my friend any, though she is listed as being one of my friends on Facebook I only have five friends on here, and they are people I remember from primary school My page has nothing written on it I dont know how this works I remember Jacob being on Facebook when I was little, and I remember pestering him to get off the computer and come play with me The website was blue then, and it is blue now I type Jacob Banks into a box, but then it comes up as my status, so I know I entered it in the wrong place I type it in a different box and see what happens Many Jacob Bankses show up in a long list Except it is impossible to see anything about most of the people who appear, and I have no idea what my brother looks like now In my memories he is big and wonderful In the photos in this house he is still a teenager, but I think now he is much older than that Some of these profiles say things like San Diego underneath them, so I know theyre the wrong Jacob Bankses, while others show teenagers in their photographs teenagers who do not look like my pictures so I know theyre not him either There is a photo of a man with a big red scar all down the side of his face I dont click on that, because thats not my brother, and also it says that he lives in Gay Paree, wherever that is Whenever I click on a likely photo, I get Do you know Jacob To see what he shares with friends, send him a friend request, and a suggestion to add friend I do that with everyone who I think could possibly be my brother, and the friend request sent messages pile up until there is nothingI can do but wait I search the internet to find out where else you might find people This leads me to a website called Twitter There are lots of people with his name there too, but hardly any of them have privacy settings This is easier, and I plow through until I have eliminated every single one of them I try to do the same with a few other websites, but it is suddenly all too hard When I check back in with Drake, he thinks its funny that I have asked all the Jacob Bankses to be my friends, and we agree that we have explored the obvious social media connections All we can do is wait I decide to sleep Although its not actually night, I turn the corner of my parents duvet back and leave the chain off the door, because I might sleep until morning I curl up on the sofa and close my eyes When I wake up it is light and I am scared I read everything in my notebook and all the notes I can find, and get it into my head, and it makes mescared, though my only rule for life appears to be that I mustnt panic I go to my room and read everything I have stuffed under the bed I sent Jacob a letter My parents have not come home Drake is in the Arctic and I love him My parents bedroom door is ajar, and I give a polite little tap before I push it open The bed has not been disturbed I need help There is no one in Penzance who can help me I turn on my phone and the computer There is one new e mail from Drake, and a string of messages from Facebook I have eleven friends six of them are named Jacob Banks and the rest are people I used to know According to my notes, I sent requests tothan twenty Jacobs If any of them is the right one he will know who I am I make tea in what a note on the fridge tells me is Moms favorite mug World s Best Mom and sit at the table, which is covered in junk There are yellow notes everywhere They are scrawled with Jacob, Mom, Dad, France and Drake, Drake, Drake As I start to make my way through the six Jacob profiles that are now open to me, my phone pings with a text I read it Then I read it again I copy it out to make itreal, and I read it again Darling, so sorry were late Are you all right Please text back immediately We cant use our phones in here We missed our plane We missed all your calls I left you a message yesterdaydid you get it There was an emergency at the hospital and we couldnt go anywhere Jacob took a turn for the worse and for a couple of days we had to trust that you were OK and just focus on him Stick with Paige Emergency money is in a box at the back of Dads sock drawer, and a credit card, PINPlease reply Jacob is now v sick but were going to come home as soon as we can for a while at least Will let you knowonce we book a new flight Thinking of you always LOTS of love, Mom and Dad xxxxxxx I read it again and again They are all right There is an explanation It is not like them to forget me I forget things, not them They have me with them all the time, like a pet I bet they are enjoying being away from me They are not enjoying it There was a dire emergency Jacob is very sick He is probably about to die He might be dead already She might not have wanted to say it in a text I writeon the inside of my wrist, and I go and find the money and the card and put it all in the middle of the table, where I can look at it I write to Drake and tell him that my parents missed their plane so everything is fine Everything is fine for me My parents are still alive and they are still in France Everything is not fine for Jacob and it is not fine for Mom and Dad either Jacob is my brother, and I have no idea what he is like now, why he went away and never came back I know that I have looked at every piece of paper in this house, and I still dont know I cannot even miss him when he dies, because the only memories I have of him are from when I was very small But I do miss him He let me paint his toenails He picked me up when I was crying I love him I am sad for my parents, sitting at their sons deathbed No wonder they forgot me I wander around, sit in different places, make some tea All the time I am waiting for Drakes reply It arrives Drake is the most dependable thing in my life I have no idea what I would do without him He kissed me on the beach He gave me a memory He gave me a stone Hey, he writes Have you noticed something Youre living independently Youve been in that house on your own for days Youve been to the police, done some investigating, set up a FB account, and made friends with people mainly named Jacob Banks You can do anything You are braveI am brave The thought is intoxicating I call Moms cell It goes to voicemail and I leave her a message Dont come rushing back, I say Stay with Jacob because he needs you Im all right Paige and I are fine here Honestly we are The house is beginning to close in, so I put on my shoes and a denim jacket as it is too warm for the beautiful furry coat that is hanging up with my name written on its label, and walk down to the seafront The water is huge and splashy, the clouds low and bruised I can see a storm approaching from the west, from beyond Newlyn I turn my back on it and walk away, to the Jubilee Pool, where some people are doing laps and others are just splashing around with dry hair There are people sitting at the caf drinking coffee, some of them eating pastries or sandwiches I stop to look I yearn for Drake I need him to be walking along here holding my hand He thinks I can do anything He cant come to me because of his studying I look at a note on my arm I HAVE A PASSPORT, it says When I get home, there is a message on our answering machine from my mother Darling, she says Are you all right Please call us back again If you and Paige really are OK, then we will stay a coupledays But Im not doing it without speaking to you first We love you I so wanted to hear your voice Her voice cracks at the end and she hangs up abruptly I look at my cell and see there is a missed call from her I cannot believe I missed the chance to talk to her My eyes fill with tears, and for a moment I want to go to France so I can hug my family I want to go to France, but I want to go to SvalbardDrake would meet me at the other end I have a passport And no one is here to stop me I call my mother back and carefully say all the right things Ce texte fait r f rence l dition CDPraise for The One Memory of Flora Banks An EW Most Anticipated YA Novel ofA remarkable odysseyan enthralling storya deftly, compassionately written mystery Booklist, STARRED Barrs tale mingles Oliver Sackslike scientific curiosity with Arctic adventure and YA novel in a way thats equally unsettling, winsome, and terrifying Horn Book, starred review Perfect for fans of both young adult romance and psychological thrillers, The One Memory of Flora Banksis destined to become one of your favorite beach reads ofPromise Bustle Mesmerizing, electric, and achingly lovely, The One Memory of Flora Banksis unforgettable One of the best YA novels I ve read in a very long time Jennifer Niven, New York Timesbestselling author ofAll the Bright Places Ultimately, this title will leave readers with a sense of hope and faith in the human spiritA strong choice for YA shelves School Library Journal Floras situation may be singular, but her desire for autonomy should speak loudly to teens in the midst of their own journeys into adulthood Publishers Weekly An affecting portrayal of living with amnesia and discovering one s own agency Kirkus T his is Barr s first YA novel and it is a good one It will not be forgotten by readers VOYA An extraordinarily moving and original novel, a story of secrecy and lie, love and loss that manages to be both heart breaking and life affirmingBarrs first novel for teenagersis as brave as Flora herself Daily Mail An icily atmospheric storycaptivating a pacy page turner that packs a significant emotional punch The GuardianCe texte fait r f rence l dition CD