This is a bit out of order and nonsensical. Also, I switch tenses a lot.

I get a text message from my friend, Grace. She has nothing to do and wants to know if I would like to hang out. I agree. I go to her house for a bit.

Then we are...somewhere. The exterior, upon reflection, might have been that of my local City Hall. The interior, I haven't a clue about. In the entranceway, there are some fake trees and some doors and automatic door buttons; it's a typical entryway. Once actually inside, there is a large staircase down the middle, with mall-ish-but-not-quite halls on each side. I know that it is a nearby high school, not the one I attend, but one that I have been inside awake that looks entirely different.

Now I am standing on a street corner near a park by my house, alone. Grace and I are exchanging text messages because we are not done hanging out, I just had to leave temporarily for some reason. It starts to pour down rain. I get a message from Grace offering to have her father pick me up. I agree. She spends a bit trying to contact him, at some point freaking out because "the internet on her cell phone doesn't work during thunderstorms!" I say I thought she was just going to send a text message to her father. She does.

Waiting for her father, I notice some young children standing across the street laughing at me. They're also outside, but not soaked. Grace offers to have her father bring me his policeman jacket (He's a lawyer/judge when awake.) because she imagines I must be freezing, but I decline (Dem, remember the SFLS students' uniforms? It looked like that when I mentally pictured it, but without the logo). I look down and notice that the shirt I am wearing, one supporting the local elementary schools' orchestras, is more indigo than bright blue. I think about the year the t-shirt company screwed up and sent us indigo shirts (which actually happened). Her father arrives in a white SUV after I'd been waiting about thirty seconds. I open the door to the front seat, but he says to get in the back, but not in those words. Whatever he actually said made no sense to me and I had to ask him to repeat it. When I open the door to the back, there are two baby strollers, even though Grace has no younger siblings. He instructs me to push one of them forward and he will put it in the front seat. I do.

I get a message from MY father, asking if I would like to see Sparky off (I'm not sure where he was going). Grace's father says that sounds like a good idea and we drive to the aforementioned high school. Apparently my father is to meet us there.

When we arrive, it is the middle of the night, no longer raining, and there are a bunch of people from my high school's drama department present. We go into the entryway. Some of the drama people are messing around like they can't find the button for the automatic doors. It is obvious that they are kidding, but Miranda's father takes them seriously and tries to help them find the button. The drama people do that thing that adults do when trying to make a little kid think they're smart. They act like Dora the Explorer, minus all Spanish. Eventually, they "find" the button and leave the entryway. Miranda's father and I go inside. I tell him I don't know my way around [That High School]. He tells me that's okay.