My name is Jessica Mastriani.
You might have heard of me. It's fine with me if you haven't, though. In fact, I kind of prefer it that way.
The reason you might have heard of me is that I'm the one the press kept calling "Lightning Girl," because I got struck by lightning a few years ago and developed this so-called psychic power to find missing people in my dreams.
It was this very big deal at the time. At least in Indiana, which is where I'm from. There was even a TV show about me, based on my life. It wasn't exactly based on my life. I mean, they made a lot of stuff up. Like about me going to Quantico to train as an FBI agent. That never happened. Oh, and they killed off my dad on the show, too. In real life, he's actually alive and well.
But I didn't mind (though my dad wasn't too happy about it) because they still had to pay me. For the right to use my name and my story and all of that. It ended up being quite a lot of money, even though the show is only on cable, not even one of the main networks.
My parents take the checks I get every month and invest them for me. I haven't even had to touch the capital yet. I just spend a little bit of the interest now and then, like when I run short on cash for food or the rent or whatever. Which isn't that often lately, because I've got a summer job, and all. Not the world's greatest job or anything. But at least it's not with the FBI, like on the TV show about me.
I did work for the FBI for a while. There was this special division, headed by this guy, Cyrus Krantz. I worked for them for almost a year.
See, it wasn't supposed to go the way it did. My life, I mean. First there was the whole getting struck by lightning thing. That so wasn't in the plans. Not that anyone?anyone sane, anyway?would choose to get struck by lightning and get psychic powers, because, trust me on this, it completely sucks. I mean, I guess it's all right for the people I helped.
But it was no bed of roses for me, believe me.
Then there was the war. Like the lightning, it just came from out of nowhere. And like the lightning, it changed everything. Not just the fact that suddenly, everyone on our street back in Indiana had an American flag in their front yard, and we were all glued to CNN 24/7. For me, a lot more changed than just that. I mean, I hadn't even finished high school yet, and still, Uncle Sam was all, "I want you."
And the thing was, they needed me. Really needed me. Innocent people were dying. What was I going to do, say no?
Although the truth is, I tried to say no at first. Until my brother Douglas?the one I'd always thought would be the most against my going?was the one who went, "Jess. What are you doing? You have to go."
So I went.
At first they said I could work from home. Which was good, because I really needed to finish twelfth grade, and all.
But there were people they needed to find, fast. What was I supposed to do? It was a war.
I know to most people, the war was, like, somewhere way over there. Your average American, I bet they didn't even think about it, except, you know, when they turned on the news at night and saw people getting blown up and stuff. "This many U.S. Marines were killed today," they'd say on the news. The next day, people heard, "We found this many terrorists hiding in a cave in the hills of Afghanistan."
Well, it wasn't like that for me. I didn't get to see the war on the news. Instead, I saw it live. Because I was there. I was there...
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Ever since a walk home on a particularly stormy day, Jessica Mastriani has had an ability like no other. She became known worldwide as Lightning Girl--a psychic who could find the location of anyone, dead or alive. Jess finally had no choice but to embrace her newfound talent, and ended up lending her skills to the U.S. government. But her work for them has taken a terrible toll, and Jess resurfaces months later a shadow of her former self, her powers gone, Lightning Girl no more. Her only hope is starting over in a new place, a big city where nobody knows her. It's only when Rob Wilkins unexpectedly shows up on her doorstep that she's forced to face her past. Rob, all the way from back home, needs her help. But how can Jess, her powers gone, find anyone, let alone the sister of a man she once loved ... when she can't even find herself? Missing You, the fifth and final book in the 1-800-Where-R-You series.
