Middle Ground
Katie Kacvinsky
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0544104803
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In this provocative cautionary tale for teens, the sequel to Awaken, seventeen-year-old Maddie’s rebellion against the digital-only life grows dangerous. Maddie is in Los Angeles, trying to stay out of trouble. But one night, a seemingly small act of defiance lands her in the place she fears the most: a detention center. Here, patients are reprogrammed to accept a digital existence. Maddie is now fighting for her mind, her soul, and her very life. Once again, Katie Kacvinsky paints a disturbing picture of our increasingly technology-based society.
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piled into a ZipLimo and headed downtown to Third and La Cienega. Noah insisted the trick to getting celebrity treatment in L.A. was arriving in style. ZipLimos were in limited supply in the city, but Pat knew a promoter who reserved one for us. We swiped our fingerprints before the shuttle took off. My dad had set up a temporary fake profile connected to my fingerprint so police wouldn’t be able to track my movements, but my father still had constant access to my whereabouts. I was still on his
told me. “Midnight. Be ready to go.” With that, he turned and walked out of the room. Chapter Fourteen I paced back and forth, my sandals swishing against the floor of my room. I had finally climbed out of bed and Gabe left my door unlocked so I could shower and change. I wore my scrubs and a hooded sweatshirt. I ate a cereal bar but I had to force it down. My heart was pounding with nerves. A little before midnight, I heard a light tap at the door. I opened it and Gabe motioned for me to
harsh world outside. I was stepping out of it less and less. I had passed a girl in the hall twice this week on my way to the bathroom and each time we both kept our eyes averted and leaned toward opposite walls, staying far away from each other, as if we carried contagious disease. I didn’t even see people as people. I saw only shadows and movements that could hurt me. I saw violence dressed in green scrubs. I didn’t look in the mirror anymore. The wall screen could project a mirror if I wanted
hands on my stomach and it was tight and sore from working muscles I hadn’t used in months. “Do you remember anything?” Molly asked. I opened my mouth to answer her, but I was already forgetting. I could remember a rush, I told her, this feeling of flying. “I remember sun, and people were there. Justin and Gabe, I think.” Molly nodded. “That’s all?” she asked, and I nodded. She looked down at the flipscreen that had recorded the descriptions I was telling her during the dream: the people, the
already felt better. I could dwell on what life takes or focus on what it gives me. Now, looking out at these homes, I saw something beautiful in the destruction. I saw the potential for what could grow. It could be the same with me. “They’re building a school here,” Justin said. “The families all got together and agreed to donate their land to the city. They’re calling it Bayview Alternative School. Their mascot’s a phoenix.” “Isn’t it illegal to build a school?” I asked. He shook his head.
