As always, names will be changed. I walked to the back of the school to get in line.Of course, the team thing was still going on. Captain Pizza was recruiting members by drawing pizzas on Post-It Notes and giving them out. Commander Taco was taking it a step further too. She had brought in a plate with paper tacos on them. She also had a maraca on it. She too, was handing out Post-It Notes. It would be tough, but I could live with this. Also, I forgot to say that I got a promotion in the Pizza People club. I’m not crazy for pizza, but it’s not half bad. Now what I really hate are Doritos. They taste like vegetables. No, I’m not going to share my first experience with Doritos. Better to think about the future than the past, right? Back to the story, I got a little sidetracked. In class, the teacher talked to us. “I know some of you think this ‘team’ thing is silly.” You can say that again. “But I don’t want you to go to someone and call it stupid or dumb. People are having fun with this. Now there is such thing as taking it too far.” I looked at Commander Taco and her plate with the maraca and paper tacos on it. The teacher continued. “So please, don’t take this too far. This ‘team’ thing is only at recess and lunchtime, okay? I don’t don’t want to take away your fun.” So that’s how second period ended. At lunch, Commander Taco was feeling down because sh lost one of her paper tacos. Then at recess, I played funnel ball. Its like basketball, but there’s no backboard. The hoop is kind of like a bowl with four holes in it, so the ball can get out. Penguin Man on out team was a ball hog, so it wasn’t much fun. When social studies came, I was stressed out because the “team” thing was still going on. Reading was filled with ” What team are you on?” and “Join Team Pizza!” and “Join Team Taco!” It didn’t help that when I was leaving social studies, I found a pizza badge stuck to my shoe. Plus, someone had secretly drawn a pizza on the chalkboard. I was still supporting Team Pizza, but I needed a break from this. Home. That’s where I can rest. Home was a whole new world. School was a different world. School was where the whole school asked “Do you like pizza or tacos?” Home was a quieter world. No “team” thing going on. So when I got home, I played basketball. Polar Tolar came out to play against me. That’s when he started talking about the “war”. Then I found a pizza badge stuck to my shoe. School’s world was spilling into mine.