Autumn's Wish by Bella ThorneAutumn's Wish by Bella Thorne

Autumn's Wish

byBella Thorne

Paperback | May 9, 2017

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“We promise you’re going to love it.” —Teen Vogue.com on Autumn Falls
 
Autumn’s Wish—book three in the AUTUMN FALLS series by FAMOUS IN LOVE star Bella Thorne—is perfect for fans of Girl Online, Liv and Maddie: Cali Style, Descendants, and anyone looking for a sweet, silly, and fun read with just a touch of magic!
 
Senior year is here, and everyone has a plan—except Autumn Falls. So many crazy-important decisions lie ahead, and she’s scared to make the wrong one. So when she receives a magical locket that enables her to travel through time (!!!), Autumn hopes she can correct all her past mistakes—with her friends, with boys—and maybe even prevent her dad from dying. But the locket doesn’t work that way. Instead, Autumn discovers that she’s only able to visit the future—and she doesn’t like what she sees. Autumn can change her destiny . . . but what does she really want?
 
 
Praise for book 1 in the AUTUMN FALLS series:

“Sweetly adorkable Autumn is the best friend we’ve all been looking for . . . a fun, escapist read.” —Justine
 
“A brilliant debut from Bella Thorne!” —Girls’ Life
 
“You’ll be obsessed with Autumn Falls. It has basically everything you could ever want: a lovable klutz for a main character, a total heartthrob, and just a touch of magic.” —Seventeen.com 
“We personally loved the book. . . . The main character is a fiery, redheaded girl who captures your heart.”—Latina.com
Bella Thorne is an actress and an emerging style icon, with almost ten million likes on Facebook, six million followers on Twitter, and over 16.7 million followers on Instagram. Her positive energy, her stay-true-to-yourself message, and her amazing family, plus the love of all the bellarinas/-os around the world, are the driving force...
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Title:Autumn's WishFormat:PaperbackDimensions:320 pages, 8.2 × 5.5 × 0.69 inPublished:May 9, 2017Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0385744382

ISBN - 13:9780385744386

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it Great book with lots of adventures
Date published: 2018-01-06

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1  september, senior year  “Some students have a background or story that is so central to their identity that they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.” I stare at the words from the Common App prompt until they dance in front of my eyes. That doesn’t take long. I’m dyslexic. If I don’t focus, the dancy-swimmy thing happens pretty much right away. Especially if I’m looking at something that makes me want to hurl as much as a college essay prompt. But, hey, I shouldn’t freak out. It’s only my future, right? Sigh. Fine.  When I was fifteen years old, my father died. I know this doesn’t make me special. Lots of kids’ fathers die, and it’s probably just as beyond-words awful for them as it was for me, but when I lost my dad, I lost everything. My mom plucked my brother and me from Stillwater, Maryland, and dragged us kicking and screaming to Aventura, Florida, a place so hideously foreign and humid that I knew it would never be home. That’s what I thought at the time. I was wrong. Over the last two years, I’ve made a life in my new town. I still miss my dad every day so much it hurts, but overall I’m happy. I have friends I love, I’m close with my family, and I even have a mission in life--a “Thing,” as I always called it when I was younger, though if I told you about it specifically you’d never let me into your school because you’d think I was crazy. Point is, life is good. Finally. When I thought it never could be again. And yet just when I’m feeling great about things, just when I’m okay with who I am and who I’m with and what I’m doing, someone comes around to thrash my life all over again. I’m talking about you, College. You with your big promises of sports and theater and independence and opportunities of a lifetime--you’re the one who’s yanking away the life I love. My friends are all scattering away next year because of you. And don’t tell me it’s okay and that I can go have the same great opportunities, too, because that’s not what it’s about. It’s about change, and believe me, College, I have had more than my share. I’m done with change, and if you don’t mind me saying so, it’s pretty crappy of you to dangle it like a giant chocolate cake in front of a bunch of kids who would otherwise be perfectly happy staying where they are. And another thing, College, as long as we’re talking woman to friend-stealing behemoth--  “Okay, time!” Reenzie calls as her phone alarm beeps. She’s been sitting cross-legged on her family room floor with her laptop on the coffee table but now pops to her feet with a huge grin. She looks like a cheerleader when she jumps up like that. The stereotypical cheerleader, with the flawless face and perfect body and high black ponytail, but that’s actually not Reenzie’s scene at all. She’s laser-focused on academics and the Future, which is why she has our whole group spending an otherwise perfectly good Saturday at her house practicing college essays. “You can’t call time,” J.J. pipes up from one of Reenzie’s puffy reclining chairs. His laptop is balanced on the arm of the chair because his lap is occupied by his girlfriend, Carrie Amernick. She’s sprawled across him, her back against one arm of the chair and her legs dangling over the other. “You can take as long as you want to write a college essay.” J.J. is long, lanky, deathly pale, and freckled. There is absolutely no reason my stomach should flutter and flop when I look at him. Except it does. “J.J.’s right, Reenzie,” Carrie says. “This is crazy.” Her blond bob sways as she kicks her legs playfully and musses J.J.’s hair. He smiles like she’s the most adorable thing ever. Now my stomach lurches. Hard. It’s totally not fair of my body to act this way. I had J.J. We were together. He was crazy in love with me and I was the one who let him go. Plus it’s not like I’d take him back if I could. He has Carrie. She’s totally great for him and I’m happy for them. My stomach just needs to get the memo. Jack, who’s next to me on the sofa, is also watching J.J. and Carrie. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “See how she’s always touching him? She does that to make me jealous.” “Keep telling yourself that,” I whisper back. Jack has been obsessed with Carrie for forever. Amazingly, he still thinks he stands a chance. “You’re correct,” Reenzie says, pointing a newly manicured finger J.J. and Carrie’s way, “but this is essay practice. It’s all about getting our thoughts together quickly and expressing them succinctly.” “Here’s my succinct thought,” Amalita says from her sprawled-out spot on the rug. “No mas!” She slams her laptop shut. Unlike Reenzie, Ames does not look like the stereo-typical cheerleader . . . even though she’s head of the varsity squad, bendier than a pipe cleaner, and flippier than popcorn kernels in hot oil. Amalita’s shorter and rounder than anyone you’d see playing the role on TV, but unlike most calorie-counting toothpicks, she has zero body issues. Guys love her. As Ames sits up and stretches her arms over her head, all her bracelets jangle down. “This is boring. Besides, I gotta rest up. House party with Zander tonight. You guys coming?” Taylor chokes on her tea. She carries the stuff with her at all times in a reusable water bottle she refills throughout the day. Ever since she read that TV and musical-theater star Kristin Chenoweth swears by tea to keep her voice at its best, she refuses to be without it. “Tee?” Ames asks, referring to Taylor’s nickname, not her drink. “You okay?” “Totally,” Taylor croaks, and it’s a testament to her effortless grace and beauty that she still looks like an angel even when she’s bent double in Reenzie’s other recliner, red-faced and spluttering. “Went down the wrong pipe. Party sounds great. Sorry I can’t make it.” She catches my eye and I grimace back. We don’t like Zander, and we really don’t like his parties. Just thinking about them sends a ball of smoke-and-stale-beer smell to the back of my throat, and I want to choke. “Can’t make it either,” I say. “Sorry.” “Seriously?” Amalita asks. “None of you?” When everyone grumbles in the negative, Ames shrugs. “Your loss. I’m gonna bail.” “Oh, come on!” Reenzie says as Ames heads for the door. “Don’t you want to practice SAT analogies?” Amalita doesn’t even bother to answer. She holds up a hand and breezes out the front door. “Reenzie!” Sean moans. “Enough! It’s a Saturday. Let’s do something else.” “Like what?” Reenzie asks. Sean smiles wickedly and pounces off the floor, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her neck. Reenzie squeals and laughs. This time last year, I’d have yanked out my own heart and eaten it if I’d seen them together this way. I didn’t just crush out on Sean when I first moved here; I pulverized out on him. I couldn’t even glance at his quarterback-muscular body, perfect brown skin, and dizzying blue eyes without melting into a puddle on the floor. Now . . . Okay, he’s still severely puddle-worthy, but I know he’s wrong for me. He and Reenzie have been super-serious for practically a year now, so I don’t even think of him that way anymore. Much. “Let’s go swimming,” Sean says. “It’s hot in here.” “Yeah, it is,” Reenzie says, eyeing him up and down. “But you didn’t bring your suit.” “Who needs a suit?” Sean says with a smirk. Okay, I might be over him, but I’m not a masochist. I don’t need to keep watching. “I’m out!” I say. “Me too!” Taylor adds. Carrie pokes out her lower lip and looks into J.J.’s eyes. “I wish you had a pool,” she says, pouting. “Swimming sounds like fun.” “I have a pool!” Jack says. He leaps up from the couch so quickly his laptop smashes to the rug. “No suits required.” “We’ll pass,” J.J. assures him. I’m not even sure Reenzie and Sean notice as the rest of us get up and leave. The second we get outside, the heat welds my tank top to my skin, but after three years I’m used to it. “Who gets the privilege of driving me home?” I call. I’m the only one in our group who doesn’t have some kind of car at their disposal. It’s fine by me. I didn’t even want to get my license last year. I finally did, and Mom lets me use the car when she doesn’t need it, but honestly I’m happier without. If it’s up to me, I’d much rather ride than drive. “We’ll take you!” Carrie chirps. She’s holding hands with J.J., and while I don’t see him squeeze her hand, I do see her react to it and wheel toward him, a confused look on her face. “I kinda had other plans for us and A Racier Sir Grace,” he murmurs. Carrie giggles and turns back to me. “ ‘A Racier Sir Grace,’ ” she explains. “That’s ‘Carrie’s Carriage’ with the letters rearranged. He’s really good at that kind of thing--it’s so cute!” I smile through clenched teeth. I’m the last person Carrie needs to enlighten about J.J.’s quirks. His car was named after me long before it was named after her. “Sorry, Autumn,” J.J. says. He faces me but looks somewhere beyond my left ear. I desperately want to dive into his sight line so he’s forced to look at me, but I grab a strand of my humidity-limp orange hair and twirl it until the urge subsides. At least he said my name this time. That’s my issue. It’s not that J.J. has a girlfriend; it’s that he acts like we barely know each other when we used to be best friends. I got it at first--he was hurt and he couldn’t deal--but it’s been eight and a half months since we patched everything up. Eight and a half months! Plus he’s with Carrie--he has clearly moved on. We should be friends again, and it kills me that we’re not. “I’ll drive you home,” Jack offers. I look at him. His round, freckled, smiling face and blond hair. His arms spread wide with generosity. His long denim shorts and faded X‑Men T‑shirt. “Tee?” I ask. “Sorry.” Taylor winces. She’s looking at her watch. “Didn’t see how late it was. Voice lesson across town.” “Come on!” Jack complains. “You’re acting like my car’s the Sarlacc pit.” “Is that an Avengers reference?” I ask. Jack’s mouth hangs open and he stares at me like I just slapped his grandmother. “You’re lucky I let you in my car at all,” he says, then turns and stalks away. I roll my eyes and follow him. I open the passenger door slowly, a little bit at a time, wedging my body between the door and the floorboards so the sea of empty plastic bottles doesn’t tumble onto the ground. Holding my breath, I squeeze myself as tiny as possible and slide in, pulling my feet onto the seat before I quickly slam the door shut. “You shouldn’t put your feet on the leather,” Jack says as he turns on the car. “If I put them on the floor, your trash would be up to my knees!” “It’s not trash--it’s recycling!” Jack insists. “Only if you take it out of your car and put it in a re-cycling bin,” I retort. “Otherwise it’s landfill!” Jack suddenly lunges over me and buries both arms in the pile of bottles. I scoot back in my seat. “You don’t have to get rid of them now,” I say. “Shhh, shhh,” Jack says as he sits back up holding a pair of binoculars. He puts them to his eyes, looks out the windshield, and smiles. “This is good. Her shirt’s riding up.” I follow his gaze to J.J.’s car, right in front of us. Carrie has climbed onto the center console and the two of them are making out like they need the oxygen from one another’s lungs to breathe. “Put those down!” I say, slapping the binoculars out of Jack’s hands. “What is wrong with you?” Jack shrugs. “Don’t put on a show unless you want someone to watch.” He pulls away from the curb, but as he rolls up next to J.J.’s car, he rolls down my window, beeps his horn, and shouts, “Nice technique, Austin!” I bury my head in my hands as J.J. and Carrie stop what they’re doing to stare at us, and I keep it buried long after Jack pulls away and zooms down the street. “He’s not happy,” Jack laughs. “Of course he isn’t!” I snap. “That was totally obnoxious!” I sound mad, but I’m not. Jack’s Jack. He’s gross and obsessed with sci‑fi and comics . . . and I love him for it. Just like I love Amalita for her quick temper and constantly jingling jewelry, and Tee for throwing herself into all things dramatic, and Reenzie for her crazy-insane drive, and Sean for being so certain he’s the hottest thing around, and J.J. for instantly knowing every anagram for any given phrase. I mean, I love them for their good traits, too, but their bizarro quirks make me even happier because . . . I don’t know . . . they’re my people. Loving them for their weirdness makes them feel even more like my people. “Any chance we’ll all end up at the same college?” I ask Jack. He snorts. “You crazy? Reenzie’s all Stanford. Maybe J.J. could get in there. But Sean’ll go to some state school that gives him a huge football scholarship. Taylor’ll be at some la‑la theater school. Amalita wants somewhere -‘exotic--’ ” “Okay,” I interrupt him. “But some of us might end up at the same school, right?” “Doubt it. I mean, maybe Carrie and J.J., ’cause she’s applying to all his same schools. Otherwise”--he turns and leers at me--“enjoy me while you’ve got me.” I roll my eyes, and even though we talk for the rest of the ride, I’m not paying attention. Instead I’m obsessed with finding out how many of her high school friends my mom stayed close with when she went to college and how many she’s still friends with now. “Mom!” I call when we get to my house and I run inside. She doesn’t answer. I look outside at the pool, but she isn’t there, so I run all over the house, peeking into every room and calling for her until there’s only one place left to look. “Hey, Erick, have you seen—” I say as I throw open the door to my thirteen-year-old little brother’s room . . . and choke before I can finish my sentence. The whole room reeks of boy sweat. The boy in question wears denim shorts and no shirt as he hoists himself again and again over a pull‑up bar he begged Mom to let him install.