I considered that. I thought about it for a long while, taking a sip of the icy lemonade. It wasn't the wisest choice in the cold weather, but it was refreshing and helped ease the burn that had taken hold of my throat and chest.

"I'm sorry I hit you," I whispered at last. "I don't know why I do dumb things, but I don't want you to be unhappy and I'm glad that you make my brother happy."

I didn't want to be surrounded by people who hated me like in my dream. I didn't want to be the reason so many people were unhappy and hurt.

And Oz...