Dramatic Things

Caitlyn ran into the house and let out a gasp.

“You’re never going to believe my day!” she shouted.

“Let’s hear it,” said Mom.

“It was the worst. First I was late because my locker wouldn’t open. It took me forever to find the janitor, and he said that someone had messed with my locker. Then I was called on by Mr. Burton in first period to share my findings on a subject I’d been asked to research.”

“Dramatic things . . .,” interrupted Dad.

“Don’t say it!” Caitlyn countered. “I’m not that dramatic.”

“. . . happen to dramatic people!” finished Dad.

Caitlyn ignored him and continued on with her day. “By lunchtime, I was exhausted from the earlier events of the day. On my way to the gym, I stopped in the bathroom and found it filled with a bunch of guys. The nerve! I yelled at all of them to leave the girl’s bathroom at once. That was when Gwen poked her head in the bathroom to inform me that I was the one in the wrong bathroom. Can you imagine?”

Caitlyn took a moment to breathe and take a bite out of her cookie. She was ready to continue when a loud crash was heard on the other side of the counter.

“What happened?” called Mom. “Are you okay?”

Dad looked up sheepishly to show the broken and empty salad bowl.

“Dad, what’s that they say? Dramatic things happen to dramatic people!” Caitlyn smiled bigger than she’d smiled all day.