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Annabel Monaghan - A Girl Named Digit

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Farrah Digit Higgins may be going to MIT in the fall, but this L.A. high school genius has left her geek self behind in another school district so she can blend in with the popular crowd at Santa Monica High and actually enjoy her senior year. But when Farrah, the daughter of a UCLA math professor, unknowingly cracks a terrorist groups number sequence, her laid-back senior year gets a lot more interesting. Soon she is personally investigating the case, on the run from terrorists, and faking her own kidnapping-- all while trying to convince a young, hot FBI agent to take her seriously. So much for blending in . . .

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Table of Contents Copyright 2012 by Annabel Monaghan All rights reserved For - photo 1

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Copyright 2012 by Annabel Monaghan

All rights reserved. For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 215 Park Avenue South, New York, New York 10003.

Houghton Mifflin is an imprint of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company.

www.hmhbooks.com

The text of this book is set in Apollo MT Std.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Monaghan, Annabel.
A girl named Digit / by Annabel Monaghan.
p. cm.

Summary: After identifying a terrorist plot, a brilliant seventeen-year-old girl from Santa Monica, California, gets involved with the young FBI agent who is trying to ensure her safety.

ISBN 978-0-547-66852-9

[1. TerrorismFiction. 2. KidnappingFiction. 3. Interpersonal relationsFiction. 4. Adventure and adventurersFiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.M73649Di 2012
[Fic]dc23
2011012239

Manufactured in the United States of America
DOC 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
4500355303

For Gretel Dennis, inspiration and dear friend.

My Life is Based on a True Story

On the morning of my kidnapping, my moms makeup was perfect. After years of training in television and film, she had mastered how to apply exactly the right amount so that she would appear flawless to the camera, while not looking garish in person. Smoky gray eye shadow framed her lids, and the lightest application of mascarawaterproof for the somber occasiondarkened her lashes. Shed lined her lips in what I knew was her go-to lip liner and filled it in with the palest nude lipstick. To the untrained eye, she looked as if she could have woken up like this, at once tragic and gorgeous.

What surprised me more was her outfit, which had taken some serious thought. Our house is painted French blue, with a darkly stained brown door, surrounded by hot pink bougainvillea that creeps down the walls like ivy. She stood perfectly framed in the doorway in a turquoise T-shirt with the thinnest stripe of the same exact hot pink. Her white linen pants looked crisp against the backdrop and picked up the trim around the door. Perfect. Im sure Im the only one who noticed this, as everyone else probably focused on the brigade of television cameras that surrounded her. And the fact that she was sobbing.

One guy from CBS yelled out above the others, Mrs. Higgins, when did you notice she was gone? She looked down and whispered, Gone, and started sobbing again. The hungry reporters realized that, besides the dramatic clip for the evening news promo, they were getting nowhere with her. They turned to my dad, who looked a little disheveled in his normal college professor way, no different at eight a.m. than at eight p.m. Always direct, he spoke right into the camera. We found the ransom note by the front door at 6:47 this morning. We immediately checked our daughters room and found her missing. We called the police at 6:55.

A chipper young woman from Fox asked, Does your daughter have a habit of disappearing? Has she ever been in trouble before? Are any of her friends involved?

My dad squared his shoulders at the camera. We have a missing seventeen-year-old girl and a ransom note. The police and her mother and I are treating this like what it isa kidnapping. My daughter has never been in any danger before this.

NBC local news asked, Didnt the ransom note say not to call the police? Arent you worried the kidnappers will see this on TV and harm your daughter? Dad looked like a deer in headlights. Apparently he hadnt thought this all the way through. The past twenty-four hours had been a blur of constantly changing lies, all strung loosely together. We have nothing more to say. He and Mom walked back into the house.

I watched this whole scene from a warehouse in downtown Los Angeles on a six-inch TV with an actual antenna. Big-budget kidnapping. Not. I sat on one of two mismatched upholstered armchairs in a windowless room where I couldnt even tell night from day. The only reason I knew it was five oclock just then, besides the replay of my kidnapping story on the five oclock news, was that my captor came in with dinner.

He caught the tail end of the segment and watched with me as my mom opened the front door for a second time to offer a despondent wave to the cameras. He plopped down in the other chair and smiled. What do you want to do now?

Honk if You Love Bumper Stickers!!!

Okay, so maybe Im not really kidnapped. And, okay, maybe this is a little bit fun. And, yeah, maybe my captor, FBI rookie John Bennett, is a little cute in a way-too-old and probably-too-serious kind of way.

Im not the sort of person who would willingly put herself in the center of the five oclock news. In fact, Im not sure that I willingly participated in any of this. The whole thing started with a little math game, and since then I have been along for the ride, running from forces I dont even totally understand. Im Farrah Higgins. As much as I wish I were kidding, that really is my name. My mom is an actress and devoted the entirety of the 1970s to worshiping and emulating the Charlies Angels in every way possible. I could have been named for Kate Jackson or even Jaclyn Smith. But, no, Farrah Fawcett was the most famous angel, and when I was born my father made the mistake of saying, Shes a little angel. And Farrah it was. Trust me, I remember to thank them all the time.

We live in L.A., and I know what people say about us: L.A. is an intellectual black hole, a cultural void. Their creativity is measured by the number of sequels theyve produced... And, yes, it bothers me that they think so. My dads an intellectual, and my mom is, well, less so. But the environment here is teeming with inspiration and genius. Los Angelenos have been known to create things that the rest of the world finds ridiculous, and others that the world cant live without. Either way, people are creating something out of nothing, pulling ideas out of the sky. I love it here.

And, no, I dont even mind the traffic. First of all, the only place I ever drive to is school, so Im never in such a big hurry to get anywhere. And second, I do some of my best reading in gridlock. I have a secret fascination slash obsession with bumper stickers. Ive been known to get off the freeway on the wrong exit just for a chance to finish reading the back of someones car. Im baffled that people are just so out there with their thoughts and their identity that they can post their political and religious views on the back of their car for any tailgater to see. And then theres something about the concise nature of the bumper sticker itself, somehow telling you so much about its owner in ten words or less.

I started collecting bumper stickers when I was ten and had my entire bedroom door covered with them by eleven. Im picky about the ones I put up and use tape for a few weeks before I actually commit to the peel and stick. My four bedroom walls are now completely covered, each sticker carefully X-Actoed around the window frames and electrical outlets. At the time of my kidnapping, I had covered about one-third of my ceiling, but Ill never really be finished. I am constantly covering old stickers with new ones, placing more positive messages over ones that spoke to my preteen angst. It was a good day when ASK ME IF I CARE! gave way to WAG MORE, BARK LESS . For years Ive gone to bed gazing up at the eternal question: WHAT IF THE HOKEY POKEY IS WHAT ITS ALL ABOUT?

I know, Im a little off topic. But dont dis L.A.were on the cutting edge of self-expression. Personally, I drive my dads old Volvo wagon, and I have nothing on the back. As hard as I try, I havent come out of the bedroom with my hobby. Im still looking for the peel-and-stick representation of my Inner Self. Hey, Im only seventeen.

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