High school to me is drama.

I felt it would be a different world, but being here for the second year, I have realized nothing, meaning no one, has changed.

No.1 on my irritation list is the normal everyday high school drama.

           
It seems that whispers and rolling eyes are all teenagers hear and see when walking through the halls. Those “he said, she said” tidbits are what those gossipers share with anyone and everyone who is willing to be pulled in.

 
What bugs every ounce of my body is the fact that some girls just can’t get enough. They will talk about anyone. They end up in the ball of yarn they roll themselves into with every spitting word that comes out of their mouth.

After it is all done and the gossipers have been yelled at, ignored, and talked about, no difference and no lesson learned. Their mouth is a motor that will not shut off no matter how hard you yank the key.

But as Alfred Hitchcock put it, “What is drama but life with the dull bits cut out.”