“We promise you’re going to love it.” — Teen Vogue on Autumn Falls Autumn’s Wish —book three in the AUTUMN FALLS series by Bella Thorne—is perfect for fans of Descendants and Lisa Greenwald and Jessica Brody's books-- 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, singer, and music video director. She began her career at six weeks old as a child model and gained maintream notoriety for her starring role on the Disney series Shake It Up as well as Freeform's Famous in Love . In 2018 she signed with Epic Records and began work on her debut album. In addition to her artistic pursuits, she started a makeup line, Thorne by Bella. An active internet personality, Bella Thorne's social media accounts have accumulated more than 37 million followers. 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