After a run-in with her fairy godmother, June must always tell the truth. Which is a lot easier when you’re not dealing with friendship, first love, and the fallout from a big family secret. An enchanting trilogy readers won’t want to miss. Honestly. June’s school musical ended with a surprising finale—her private blog was revealed for everyone to see. Now the whole town knows her real thoughts, and they aren’t too happy. Things only get worse when June makes a surprising discovery about the history of Featherstone Creek…and her own family. With a secret this big, will June ever be able to keep from blurting out the truth? Tina Wells is the founder of RLVNT Media, a multimedia content venture serving entrepreneurs, tweens, and culturists with authentic representation. Tina has been recognized as one of Fast Company 's 100 Most Creative People in Business, Essence ’s 40 Under 40, and Cosmopolitan ’s Fun Fearless Phenom Award winners. She is the author of nine books, including the bestselling tween fiction series Mackenzie Blue; its 2020 spinoff series, The Zee Files; and the marketing handbook Chasing Youth Culture and Getting It Right. Brittney Bond was born in sunny South Florida to a Jamaican family. A self-taught artist, she works primarily digitally, with a passion for using appealing color palettes, intriguing lighting, and a magical and positive aura throughout her illustrations. Chapter One I sat in the office of the Featherstone Post, ready for our Monday editorial meeting, uncomfortably silent. Which, for me, was unusual. I loved writing for the school paper, and I was usually full of amazing, super-juicy story ideas. But no one wanted to hear what I was thinking. Because no one wanted to talk to me. They had good reason. I had made a hot stinking mess of things for myself at school. After living a peaceful, friendly existence in Featherstone Creek for most of my eleven years, things took a turn and I managed to insult practically everyone at Featherstone Creek Middle School. Let me explain. A few months earlier, at the Featherstone Creek Festival, I met a woman--er, fairy godmother--named Victoria. She put me under a spell that forced me to tell the truth at all times. The truth about everything--my feelings, a friend’s new haircut, whether or not I did my homework--everything. To everyone. The spell, according to Victoria, was supposed to better my life. Help me live my real truth. Find inner peace or something like that. Instead, it made me stir up more drama than ever. I had a massive argument with my parents at a restaurant, where I yelled at the top of my lungs that I didn’t want to go to Howard University--the college my dad went to--and be a lawyer just like him. I got put on punishment for several weeks. Then my friend Lee told me he wanted to hang out with my friend Nia. But I kinda maybe had a crush on him, and I didn’t want my best friends to be boyfriend and girlfriend. So I didn’t tell Nia how Lee felt, and Nia and I got into a huge fight when the truth eventually came out. For my whole life I’d been used to keeping my thoughts to myself instead of telling people what I really thought, for fear of punishment or rejection or conflict. Victoria’s pushing me to share my thoughts all the time wasn’t easy for me. So I tried to get around her rules by starting a blog that would be a safe place for me to share my feelings when I thought the truth would be too much to handle. But it backfired. I wrote down the good, the bad, the ugly, the petty, and the downright mean stuff that I thought about everyone, especially during rehearsals for the recent school musical, The Wiz. I wrote about my very confusing feelings for Lee, and how jealous I was about his feelings for Nia, and how I didn’t want to tell Nia he liked her. I thought the blog was safe. I thought a password with numbers and letters would be enough to keep it secure. Until I found out my best friend hacked it and leaked my words to the world. Shoulda considered two factor-authentication. Now the entire population of Featherstone Creek had canceled me. Okay, mayyyyyybe I’d done something to deserve it. I did write a journal of truths I was too scared to say out loud, truths that were both nasty and nice (okay, mostly nasty). And, yes, I talked the most trash about Nia, my best friend who leaked the blog. The karma is not lost on me. So I apologized. I wrote a column in the school newspaper explaining myself. And I’m still apologizing. I know I messed up big-time. I know people still think I’m dirt. And I know it’s going to take time for people to forgive me. But until they do, I try to make myself as unseen as possible, sitting quietly in the back of the room, head down, quiet as a church mouse in our newspaper meeting. I looked down at my notes, pretending to be busy but really struggling to swallow the lump of loneliness in my throat. I wondered how long I would be left out in the cold. Suddenly