That was our new normal.Įither way, she better get back soon. It had taken me hours to paint the grand staircase they wanted for the backdrop, but I got to use acrylic paint, which costs way more than what I earn working at the local pickle store after school (yes, we have a local pickle store. Next to her, my Dad’s eyes darted around the set, no doubt taking in the designs I made. My older sister, Savannah, thumbed through the Playbill. Okay, maybe not ever, but at least in high school. But it was the last five minutes of the fall play, my last play ever. You get thrown in stage crew jail if that happens.
If you can see the audience, they can see you, which is like, totally illegal in theatre. I clutched the dark curtain and poked my head out ever so slightly. I knew that, but it didn’t make it easier. By night, she is supposed to be writing but is mainly picking her cat up off the keyboard. By day, Marisa works in higher education. Violet’s mom.ĭesperate to find her mom and prove her innocence, Violet races to solve the mystery, even as the search reveals family secrets better left behind the curtain.Įverything ends. Marisa Urgo writes young adult novels that mix humor and heart. Worse, investigators believe one person is to blame. Availability based on publisher status and quantity being ordered.It’s been forty-three days since Violet vowed to stop hurting herself.įorty-three days of working behind the scenes at her high school theater.įorty-three days of secretly yearning to take to the stage and make her commercial-pilot mom proud.īut on the biggest night of Violet’s life, her mother’s plane disappears without a trace.
The book, The Gravity of Missing Things ISBN# 9781649372178 in Paperback by Marisa Urgo may be ordered in bulk quantities. Just as I start to open up, the answer to what really happened to Flight 133 could rip my world apart all over again-for good this time. All I know is falling for him will only make things more complicated. I have my secrets, the same way Mom has hers. I want to trust him, to let him see who I really am, but I can't. Now it feels like someone split my world-and me-in two, and the only person who believes me is Landon. No one else knows that before she left, she wrote me a note. The pilot was my mom, and there's no way she would hurt anyone. Suddenly, everyone on the news and social media is talking about whether the pilot intentionally crashed it-everyone but me.
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