Save the Drama for Your Mama



 Inside the stall, I heard giggles and saw three pairs of feet under the door-wearing designer boots. “She is so freaking weird.” I heard one of them say.

“I know right? I heard she kissed that gross Shane Baker with blue lipstick. I don’t care if it was a challenge, that’s nasty.” Another voice said.

“Who’s that girl she’s been hanging out with?” Asked the third voice. I tensed.

 “She’s a new girl.” The first voice said, “I hate to break the news to you Haley. I think Chase likes her. Have you seen the way he looks at her?” My heart flip-flopped.

“Uh uh. There’s no way,” Haley said. “Have you seen her hand? It’s disgusting.”

 Tears sprang into my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed them back. My heart raced. My blood boiled, flowing hot and angry.  I’m ticked! I flung the stall door open. Three heads swiveled in my direction. I stepped up to the sink and washed my hands, purposely shook the water off of them so my right hand was visible, and made eye contact with lemon head, who I now knew was Haley.

 The three girls watch me wide-eyed and silent. I strolled out of the bathroom with my head held high.

Drama, drama, drama. The daily life of a teenager. Rumors, jealously, backstabbing, name calling .....unfortunately these things seem to be a normal part of high school.

 What's shocking to me is when this behavior carries over into adulthood. Grown adults bickering over nonsense,  jealousy of others, and engaging in the "he said, she said".  Ain't nobody got time for that.

 It all makes me want to use my lame come back from my teenage days....Save the Drama for Your Mama.