He ended up telling them this very creative tale about how he’d snuck out of his house Saturday night because he was going to come to my window and ask me to prom in the moonlight like Romeo and Juliet, but in the dark he’d gotten lost and accidentally fell into someone’s un-derground cellar. When he finally came to, he realized that the owners must have locked the cellar without realizing he was in there. It took him an entire day of banging on the door before someone heard him and let him out.
And the haircut? He’d trimmed his hair himself before he came to see me because he wanted to look his best.
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Tristan wasn’t sure they completely believed him, but that’s the thing about being the responsible honors-kid type of guy. Your parents are willing to cut you a lot of slack. They were so happy and relieved to see him that they overlooked the minor details.
Not long after Tristan left, Jane called from the ER to check and see if I was home. She cried when she heard my voice. “I just knew your fairy godmother wouldn’t leave you stranded at that castle.” Uh, right. I thought it was entirely possible that not only could Chrissy have left me stranded there, but dec-ades could have passed before I crossed her mind again.
The one thing I had learned from all of this was that magic shouldn’t be meddled with and that fairy godmothers were an unreliable bunch. Okay, technically that’s two things. Plus, I’d also learned that Tristan was a total catch, so I guess that’s three.
Hunter had X-rays taken and he didn’t have any broken ribs. He told the doctors and his parents that his injuries had been from a car accident, but since his car didn’t have a dent anywhere on it and he also had a huge bruise on his cheek from where one of the castle guards had punched him, this story was somewhat suspect in nature.
I was just glad I didn’t have to lie to anybody about all of
it.
Even
though
the
reptiles-on-my-tongue
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enchantment was gone—Chrissy had said it would only be there until my wishes were complete—I still got a sick, watery feeling in my mouth whenever I even thought about lying.
Tristan went back to school Tuesday morning, and despite his assurances that no one would notice a difference in him, people did. Perhaps it wasn’t his looks so much as it was his walk and his new air of confidence.
Or, as he told me, life looks different when you’re invincible.
Prom night came, and Tristan and I doubled with Jane and Hunter. Jane spent her own money to buy back my prom dress for me, and I did her hair in a style that rivaled Cinderella’s. It felt nice to be friends again, the way we had been before.
The dance took place in a local hotel conference room, not a castle; and rock music blared over the speakers instead of musicians playing in a loft. But it still seemed more magical than my last ball had.
I danced with Tristan nearly every song and felt like I’d never get tired of having his arms around me.
Toward the end of the night they announced the prom royalty. Hunter was crowned prom king. They made him come up to the front of the room and put a spiky crown on his head.
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Tristan nudged me while we clapped for him. “So do you still think a crown makes a guy look hot?”
“Actually, I think I’m more into sleek-looking suits right now.” I ran my fingers over the arm of his tuxedo and gave him an appraising stare. “You know, sort of that James Bond cool look.”
“Uh-huh.” He finished clapping and took hold of my hand. “I guess I should be glad you’ve only recently gone for the spy look, or for the last eight months I would have been somewhere dodging bullets, wouldn’t I?” Then he tilted his head. “You’re not talking to your fairy godmother anymore, are you?”
I laughed and squeezed his hand. “Don’t worry. You’re safe.”
From
the
Honorable
Master
Sagewick
Goldengill
To the Department of Fairy Advancement To the Honorable Department, I am in receipt of student Chrysanthemum Everstar’s extra-credit report and have reviewed it thoroughly. Although I approve of the results Miss Everstar was able to achieve, I found her methods lacking. I recommend she has more practice before admittance to GM University.
I’ll have Madame Bellwings give her another assignment.
Yours,
Sagewick Goldengill
Books by Janette Rallison
Playing the Field
All’s Fair in Love, War, and High School Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Free Throws Fame, Glory, and Other Things on My To Do List It’s a Mall World After All Revenge of the Cheerleaders My Fair Godmother
Janette Rallison
has been writing since she was six years old, although the quality of her work has improved substantially since then. She is the author of many books, including All’s Fair in Love, War, and High School; It’s a Mall World After All; and Revenge of the Cheerleaders. She lives in Chandler, Arizona, with her husband, Guy, and their five children.
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First published in the United States of America in January 2009
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Rallison, Janette.
My fair godmother / Janette Rallison.
p. cm.
Summary: High school sophomore Savannah wants to find the perfect prom date after her
boyfriend breaks up with her to date her older sister, but when a godmother who is only
fair becomes involved, Savannah finds herself in trouble in the Middle Ages, along with a
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boy who would like to be her charming prince.
ISBN-13: 978-0-8027-9780-3 • ISBN-10: 0-8027-9780-6
(hardcover)
[1. Fairy godmothers—Fiction. 2. Magic—Fiction. 3.
Sisters—Fiction. 4. Dating (Social customs)—Fiction. 5. Middle Ages—Fiction. 6. Self-es-teem—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.R13455My 2009 [Fic]—dc22 2008013361
ISBN 978-0-8027-2246-1 (e-book)