You know those girls who randomly freak out over stupid stuff? The drama queens?
I am so not one of them. I mean, even though they do apparently sparkle, I would never sink that low.
Not even in the face of massive homework piles and high school drama. Pft. I'm much cooler than that.
For example. Look at my perfectly reasonable conversations from just within the last hour.
Me: I hate school. I hate homework. I'm never going to get this done. Never. Not ever. I'm becoming a hobo and dropping out of school. I AM GOING TO DIE.
Maggie: .... Sam. Breathe. You'll be fine.
Ten minutes later....
Me: Mooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmm. I don't get my homework. It's not working. I'm dropping out of school and becoming a hobo.
Mother: *fixes problem in under five minutes*
Five minutes later...
Me: MAGGIE. It's not working again. I ruined it. I'm doomed. I am feeling horrified. Horror, I say. HORROR.
Yeah. Drama Queen? Me? No. Not at all.
Oddly enough, my English homework of Evil is still not done.
Funny how that works, huh?