Already I can tell—it’s going to be an amazing, magnificent tree.
And I can’t help wondering, a hundred years from now will a kid climb it the way I climbed the one up on Collier Street?
Will she see the things I did? Will she feel the way I did? Will it change her life the way it changed mine?
I also can’t stop wondering about Bryce. What has he been trying to tell me? What’s he thinking about?
I know he’s home because he looks out his window from time to time.
A little while ago he put his hand up and waved. And I couldn’t help itI gave a little wave back.
So maybe I should go over there and thank him for the tree. Maybe we could sit on the porch and talk.
It just occurred to me that in all the years we’ve known each other, we’ve never done that.
Never really talked. Maybe my mother’s right. Maybe there is more to Bryce Loski than I know.
Maybe it’s time to meet him in the proper light.
A CONVERSATION WITH WENDELIN VAN DRAANEN ABOUT FLIPPED
Q: Can you talk about your inspirations for writing Flipped?
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