
Now it was time for the football game. It was really more of a scrimmage, not against De La Salle, but against another equally snooty although less talented private school. We won, but in the interest of time, they didn't call all of the players' names. Due to my exhuastion from the e
arlier events, I became upset that they didn't call my brother's name and number. There was, however, a girl on the team. We sat near her father so we couldn't criticize the fact that there was a girl on the team. My mom was just glad she didn't have to hear all the names. But since I was moving to Florida, it would be my last chance. As we left the game, we noticed they were moving traffic to the right except our car was beckoned to the left. The left lane began a 45 degree climb. Then it became cobblestone. We passed many people dressed as medieval courtiers. Finally we were summoned into court to be presented to the queen. My fiancé's mom had "taken me to court" because I had broken off our engagement. Upon entering the receiving room, the Queen (who evidently had a wacky sense of humor) pulled the old "Close, Closer, Too Close!" bit. She gave me the royal reprieve from marrying eldest Blakely, much to
his mother's chagrin. As the dream ends, my mom is telling Cindy what has happened and I am eating something caramely. Also, Trevor Blakely, the middle brother and I, may end up as more than just friends. The older Blakely and Trevor sort of have a Cyclops v. Wolverine thing where the former is more stable and the latter more exciting. Although it seems the older brother became slightly unhinged when I tried to break it off with him.
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