You know, Savanna's group isn't even wearing costumes this year. They think we're too old for Halloween.”
“What? That's just dumb.” “I know, right?” “I thought you didn't care what those girls think.”
She shrugged and took a long drink of her milk. “So, what dorky thing do you want to dress up as?” I asked her, smiling.
“Promise not to laugh?” She raised her eyebrows and her shoulders, embarrassed. “A unicorn.”
I smiled and looked down at my sandwich. “Hey, you promised not to laugh!” she laughed.
“Okay, okay,” I said. “But you're right: that is too dorky.” “I know!” she said.
“But I have it all planned out: I'd make the head out of papier-mâché, and paint the horn gold
and make the mane gold, too... It would be so awesome.”
“Okay.” I shrugged. “Then you should do it. Who cares what other people think, right?”
“Maybe what I'll do is just wear it for the Halloween Parade,” she said, snapping her fingers.
“And I'll just be, like, a Goth girl for school. Yeah, that's it, that's what I'll do.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I nodded. “Thanks, Auggie,” she giggled.
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