“At least, we don’t have to come like a character in a book anymore. In the lower school that’s what you had to do. Last year I was the Wicked Witch of the West from The Wizard of Oz.”
“But that’s a movie, not a book.”
“Hello?” Summer answered. “It was a book first! One of my favorite books in the world, actually. My dad used to read it to me every night in the first grade.”When Summer talks, especially when she’s excited about something, her eyes squint like she’s looking right at the sun.“Okay.” I shrugged. “Then you should do it. Who cares what other people think, right?”