Title: THE MEMORYWALKER
Genre: YA Mystery/Light Sci-fi
Word Count: 65,000
With the boyfriend of her dreams, eighteen-year-old Alexis Ortega has magical expectations for her senior prom. Only as luck would not have it, her dream date is ruined by a voice in her head who claims to be herself from two years in the future.
The voice, nicknamed the memorywalker, needs Alex to prevent something horrible from happening, except she can't say what. But strong emotions soon leak through to Alex. What’s with the hot and cold feelings toward her boyfriend and her BFF? How is her father involved with this time traveling technology, and will he die?
The memorywalker has a reason for coming back in time, and only Alex can help her. If they fail, the future isn’t likely to go happily-ever-after.
My obsession with all things foreign led me to a B.A. in International Business. As yet unpublished, I write about teens having amazing adventures in the far corners of the earth.
I’ll remember you.
I couldn’t turn my head in any direction without seeing those three words. They were taped to the outside of my locker as I elbowed it shut and littered the ground as I stepped over them. They even hung on a shiny vinyl banner across the hall.
The letters were bold white against a midnight blue sky, sprinkled with sugary stars. The silhouette of an embracing couple completed the promise that every senior would remember this year’s prom for the rest of his or her life.
At least that’s what I assumed. Maybe I was reading too much into those three words, but I had my reasons for being the teensiest bit excited about this prom, for wanting it to be the most perfect day of my life.
I skirted past a fellow senior who had crumpled up some of the prom fliers from the ground and was chucking them down the hall like snowballs. Before I reached the end of the hall, I felt the unmistakable smack of a snowball hitting the back of my head. Nice.
I bent over and picked up the crumpled paper. Scrunching it tighter in my hands, I turned to glare at Spence Tilby. Rumor had it he wasn’t going to graduate with our class, and his normally immature behavior had lately migrated to just plain ridiculous. Last week he somehow turned on the sprinklers in the middle of lunch, ruining my PB & J, along with my favorite pair of ballet flats.