YA Magical Realism
Jamison Moore is on a mission to break the spell placed on her by a pair of vintage, distressed jeans.
As if she doesn’t have enough on her plate. She's sick of being known as the most fashionable girl or the ‘token black girl’ at Sandsbury Preparatory School and she doesn’t have the funds or the heart to keep pretending to be someone’s she’s not. While Jamison puts on a wealthy facade at school, her parents are struggling to make ends meet.
Her best friend is no more because she couldn’t afford a pair of jeans, and in an attempt to make Jamie feel better, her dad gifts her a pair that unlock a very strange prophecy.
Although Jamison’s biggest wish is granted, her loved ones are suffering because of it. After she tries to reverse the spell herself, things only get worse… one disappearance at a time.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I wanted to keep up this facade.
Sarah Lynn Michaels, my best friend, made sure that we coordinated outfits for school EVERY day. At night before we went to bed, or first thing in the morning, we’d video call each other on our phones to discuss our outfits and made sure we coordinated (coordinated, but not matched) in some type of way. It was Sarah Lynn’s idea, her way of letting the student body know that we “reigned supreme when it came to fashion”.
It was a cute idea at first; people were always looking to see what we would wear next. It was usually me who picked out the outfit, and Sarah Lynn who styled her outfit to match mine. When we first met, Sarah was the only one that cared about fashion, but once we discovered that I was better at actually picking out the clothes, it kind of stuck.
But now, this routine was absolutely nauseating. I was sick of pretending to be someone I wasn’t, pretending to have things I didn’t, pretending to be totally invested in things I didn't care about.
Oblivious to my discomfort, Sarah Lynn was grinning at me through my cell-phone screen on our nightly video chat. She was trying to persuade me that black knee high boots and a mini leather skirt was an appropriate outfit for our private school. “You have the hips to fill it out!” was her argument for the leather mini.