|Jacklyn Garner and the Keeper's Curse
Author: Sarah1324 PM
*Book 5 of the Jacklyn Garner Series* After returning to camp unexpectedly, I find out that monsters attacks are increasing. The Keeper is under a curse. To help save the Maoris and the Keeper, Jason and I will have to embark on a dangerous quest that will put our skills to the test. Amazing cover was made by Lidi Milegar (thank you!)Rated: Fiction K - English - Fantasy/Romance - Chapters: 9 - Words: 9,824 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-26-13 - Published: 09-05-12 - id: 3056085
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I hate buses.
Being cramped in one with thirty other students definitely wasn't helping my case. We were going on our class fieldtrip to the museum, which is over an hour long drive from our school. I rolled my eyes.
I got out my cell phone slowly as to make sure nobody saw me. Mrs. Sterling was too busy yelling at kids to sit down or stop sticking their heads out the window to see me on my phone.
There still weren't any texts from Jason, by best friend and boyfriend. I'd be trying to text him for a week but he hadn't answered. I was starting to get worried.
I decided to try to message him again.
Jason, I'm getting worried about you. Are you OK?
"Jacklyn," Mrs. Sterling said sternly, looming over my seat. She had a pointed face and she was tall, and always wore enough makeup on to paint a house. She reminded me of the Wicked Witch of the West in The Wizard of Oz, and she was just as evil.
"No electronic devices. You know the rules," she said. "Give me your phone. You can get it back after your detention afterschool."
"But-" I started.
"No buts! Give it to me now."
I quickly pressed send before reluctantly putting my hand out. She snatched it out of my hand and walked away with it, returning to her seat.
I smirked when she began to scream at some other kids for throwing wadded up paper. To busy to notice what I was about to do. I leaned in the aisle and saw my phone sitting on the edge of the bus seat and concentrated on it. Slowly it slid off onto the floor and traveled along the ground until it came to my feet. My fingers grabbed onto it and I picked it up, putting it in my back pocket.
You're probably thinking: What the heck? Here's the thing. I'm not your typical teenage girl. I'm human, just like you, but I am far from normal.
I am a Maori. I know how to use a sword and I fight monsters. Yep, monsters. They're real, and some actually do live under beds. I also have extraordinary powers, like flying, turning invisible, fire, and as you just saw, controlling things with my mind.
Pretty cool, right? It's pretty fun when I am not being attacked by monsters. Most Maoris, who actually know who they are, live at this camp where we learn how to fight and train. That's where Jason is. He's a Maori too. I only go there over the summer, since my mom wants me to try to lead a normal life. I miss the place like crazy. It beats school by a landslide.
The bus pulled into the museum parking lot. I could feel Mrs. Sterling's hawk eyes glaring at me as I got off the bus. We went inside where we were greeted by a kind looking lady in a blue t-shirt and long corduroy pants. "Hello and welcome to the museum," she said with a bright smile. "I'm Jessica and I'll be your guide today, so if you'll follow me, I'll lead you to exhibit so we can get started."
The group filed after her through the lobby and down a short hallway until we came to a large room filled with artifacts on glass-covered shelves. "Go ahead and start looking around," Jessica said. "Please don't touch any items in the exhibit. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
I joined a group of a few students looking at old painted pots. They were painted with colorful designs and patterns. Some had a few cracks in them. Next we moved on to a table that was covered in weapons. I liked them all, especially the swords. I was itching to get my hands on one. I have a sword but it's at the camp in my cabin, since my mother doesn't allow for me to bring it with me. No swords in the house I guess.
I was admiring one with a sharp, long, silver blade with a bronze handle when I saw him out the corner of my eye, looking at a shelf of yellowing books. His ashy blonde hair, tan skin, and those bright orange eyes that I would know anywhere. He was even wearing his favorite pair of basketball shorts that he wore practically everyday last summer.