whipper snapper

I was outside going to a pool. they had ordered pizza before a game. i was preparing it for everyone else. i did one for me. some one asked where rita was. she was between these two bungalows. i went to get her and in that time someone took my pizza. every one was worried but i was like its ok, its just pizza. I went to the bleachers. they were huge. flat, scaling up forever. i bumped into people i knew but didn't really want to talk to. I went to the stairs where esser was coaching the boys. he was throwing a temper tantrum. screaming we're playing arcadia, we sand no chance. we're going to lose. I left. I took a shower. suddenly i was walking around a green garden space in a towel. it felt free. there were people walking by looking at me. they were discussing the music of your yellow dress. I was in an abandoned locker room. climbing around on the woodwork. I met a young cheerful girl. like the one from berkeley...? I told her my story. she said that was interesting. she would write about it. but she would have to alter the character. I'm not as much of a whipper snapper as most of the girls she writes about. I was really worried about not making it back to the game in time. i was lost. i got back and jordan was playing goalie. i was so worried. i thought, well her sister's gone, what if we lose her too?