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“I told you, Junebug,” Brant replies, letting me go and strolling ahead. “Over the rainbow.”
“That’s not real. That’s just a song.”
He’s in a tuxedo now. It’s a brilliant blue, like the robin’s eggs that hatched on our front door last spring. Their nest was built on the Easter wreath Mom made from straw and twigs.
Just when the thought crosses my mind, three baby robins fly across my vision, and I swear they wave at me with their flittering wings.
This fever is making me batty.
I rub at my eyes, confusion causing my vision to blur. “Brant, wait… D-don’t leave me here.”
“I’d never leave you. I love you.”
“How much?” I’m not sure why I ask it, but I do.
“To the moon and back.” Brant pauses, his brow furrowing. “No, that’s not enough. How about…over the rainbow and back again,” he settles on. Then he winks. “Hurry up, Junebug. You can’t be late for the wedding.”
The wedding?
I’m not prepared. I have no speech, no gift, no pretty dress. I’m wearing my gym shorts from school and an old dance T-shirt stained with fever sweat.
Forcing my legs into action, I race forward on the pastel bricks, trying to catch up to Brant. He disappears through the grand foyer glimmering with golden pixie dust.
A familiar voice greets me when I step inside. “June!”
I spin to my left, finding a shock of dark red hair bouncing over two slender shoulders as she dashes toward me.
Wendy Nippersink.
This isn’t a dream. This is a nightmare.
My lips pucker. “What are you doing here?”
“I brought you something,” she coos, adjusting a glittering tiara on her thick head of hair, then leaning in to pinch my cheek. “A beautiful gift for a beautiful girl.”
I crinkle my nose at the cheek pinch.
Wendy has always been nice to me, so sometimes I feel bad for not liking her. But she’s not always nice to Brant, and that’s what matters most to me.
I wish he’d break up with her for good.
She trails her hand to my brown hair, letting it flutter between her fingers. “I named him Rupert.”
“Him…?”
And then there’s a unicorn.
I scream.
Wendy presses a finger to my lips, hushing me. “Shh. You’ll startle him. Rupert doesn’t like loud noises, enclosed spaces, or double negatives.”
“What is happening?”
She stares at me like she’s the one confused, petting his prism-colored fur. “You don’t like him?”
Rupert neighs.
“Where am I? How is this possible? Why is there a unicorn?”
