Wonder

we were explaining something in detail. It was so much fun, hearing
all these whispers in the dark, seeing all the lights zigzagging around
the dark room.
At one point, I went over to get a drink at the water fountain. I had
to take the mummy wrap off my face.
“Hey, Summer,” said Jack, who came over to talk to me. He was
dressed like the man from The Mummy. “Cool costume.”
“Thanks.”
“Is the other mummy August?”
“Yeah.”
“Um ... hey, do you know why August is mad at me?”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded.
“Can you tell me?”
“No.”
He nodded. He seemed bummed.
“I told him I wouldn’t tell you,” I explained.
“It’s so weird,” he said. “I have no idea why he’s mad at me all of a
sudden. None. Can’t you at least give me a hint?”
I looked over at where August was across the room, talking to our
moms. I wasn’t about to break my solid oath that I wouldn’t tell
anyone about what he overheard at Halloween, but I felt bad for
Jack.
“Bleeding Scream,” I whispered in his ear, and then walked away.