Cursed (Fairy Tale Reform School Book 6)

by Jen Calonita

“Villains try to tear us apart, but we are stronger than we realize. I know it’s hard not to fall victim to fear, but we must try.

Jocelyn frowns. “I hope I made enough of my homemade sunscreen. I tend to burn.” Jax appears at my side. “Yeah, we wouldn’t want her bursting into flames,” he whispers, and we both giggle quietly.

“What are you doing?” Jocelyn shouts. “You’ll get pulled under!” “But Jax is down there!” I cry, starting to feel panicked. I’ve already lost Anna. I can’t lose Jax too. He was my first true friend at FTRS.

“Hey there, thief.” “Jax!” I sit up, feeling sand slip through my fingers. Somehow I’m lying on a beach. We’ve somehow made it to Shipwreck Cove’s shore. And Jax is all right. “I thought…” I’m so overcome with emotion, I don’t know what to say as he pulls me to standing. “You were worried, I know.” He flashes me a charming smile, and I feel my cheeks start to burn. “I told you I had it covered.”

I turn and look at Jax. “And I wasn’t worried about you.” He flicks a patch of sand off his wet uniform shirt. “You were worried.”

“In addition to the perfect time and place, it appears he needs a golden egg,” Angelina begins. “Which he has. Gilly gave him one,” Jocelyn says. “And Alva—” Angelina begins. “Whom Gilly woke when Anna tricked her into singing with the harp,” Maxine says. “Thanks for the reminder.” I’m feeling worse by the second.

Oh give her a break!!!

The book’s ending involves your family. You are somehow tied up in this curse, Gillian—or your family is—in a way I don’t understand yet.”

*gasp* She's a child of the prophecy?!?!?!

“Five years from now, we’ll all be erased,” Jocelyn says, and we all sort of laugh. It’s not funny, and yet it kind of is.

If Gilly, Jax, Kayla, Allison Grace, Ollie, Hayley, Jack, and even Jocelyn and I are still friends, then I know everything in my life will turn out exactly how it should.

“Fairies can be pretty reclusive and shy.”

Maybe im a fairy then! :D

A little shock is good for the heart.”

Jocelyn frowns. “You’re not going to try to hug me now or anything, are you?”

“We all have secrets, child.” Grandma sighs. “It’s deciding who to trust them with that is the problem.

“The world is a lot bigger than just you and me, and life isn’t worth living if you don’t use your powers to help those around you,”

“People can change, but only if they really want to.”

“Stop trying to control the things you can’t control and focus on the things you can.

Where are we? I have no clue. All I see is blackness, which makes sense because my eyes are closed.

“We did it once,” Jax reminds me. “We’re practically experts!” I insist.

A good writer doesn’t need the perfect writing spot to work.”

The first time I saw Jax, he was swinging from a chandelier while trying to break out of Fairy Tale Reform School. I’d never met someone with violet eyes before. Or fancied myself someone who could be friends with a prince.

You need to stop blaming yourself for everything.

A problem this big can’t rest entirely on one person’s shoulders.”

“But if you’re lying, I will not rest till I find you and…and…ruin every last pair of shoes you own.”

*le gasp* The audacity!!!

He pulls a piece of parchment out of his jacket. “Does anyone have a quill?” “Do not tell me you’re doing homework right now,” I say.

I wake up with my head on Jax’s shoulder and find everyone else asleep as well.

Hehe🤭

She looks at Peaches. “And I’m taking the money out of your allowance!”

The duck has.... an allowance??

“But what if what my heart wants and what I should actually do are different things?”

For the first time in a long time, I’m scared.

“You’re not surrendering,” Jax tells me. “Don’t even think of it.”

Is Jax dead? I feel a pain rip at my insides like I’ve never felt before. All I want to do is roll over and die.

My brothers are lost. My teachers have disappeared. Jax is gone. Soon there will be nothing left.

Alva is gone. But at what cost?

guess I’ll just need a queen. And maybe, just maybe, I already have one in mind.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHH YSRYSUFXCCKDHARUDGGCKH😆🤭🤭😆😆😆😆

I try not to think about the last sentence of his paper.

“But Jax…” Kayla starts to say, and everyone grows quiet again. I turn away so no one can see my tears.

Jax nurses his wounded shoulder, which is now bandaged. “But I guess you can’t keep a good trickster down.” He grins at me. “Did I worry you again?” “No. Not at all!” I argue. “You had my brothers. That’s why I was worried.” “Uh-huh. That’s why,” Ollie says and our friends laugh.

I blush slightly. Jax is probably my closest friend, and that’s all there is to it. For now.

Um WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! AHHHHHH 😆🤭😆

Let’s face it: I’ve done a lot. How many twelve-year-olds do you know who have faced down two major villains, visited Cloud City, and fought a dragon, a wyvern, and a possessed princess—and lived to tell about it?