Too Much Drama by Laurie Friedman Page B

SpongeBob.
    May and June found my imitation to be hysterical. They were literally on the floor, laughing. Even Mom commented about how sweet it was to see us laughing and having fun together.
    It might seem no human could shove any more positive, productive things into a day, but I did. When we finished watching TV, I asked my sisters if either of them needed any help with their homework. June said she did, so I quizzed her on her spelling words, even though I knew she knew them cold before we’d started.
    â€œCan you believe how fast I learned those?” June asked when we’d gone through the list.
    â€œYou’re a cracker-jack speller,” I said.
    â€œWhat does that mean?” she asked. I told her she should look it up, and then (because I momentarily had forgotten, but quickly remembered that I was being positive), I said she could use my computer to do so. If that’s not the face of positivity, I don’t know what is. Oh, by the way, Leo did not call today.
    Oops! Did that sound negative?
    11:17 p.m.
Can’t sleep
    I think today’s positivity is keeping me awake. So I’m going to say what’s really on my mind, and it’s not very positive: there’s way too much drama in my life and I’m sick of it.
    I’m sick of Leo saying he’s going to call and not doing it.
    I’m sick of wondering what’s going to happen between Billy and Sophie. I think I already know what’s going to happen. But I don’t like wondering when they ask me to do something if they’re asking because they want to or because they feel like they have to.
    And I’m really sick of thinking about Brynn and wondering what’s going to happen. Will we ever speak again? Will we be enemies throughout high school, and then sometime down the road, like at graduation, finally talk about it, realize it was silly, and make up? Or will it be one of those things where we bump into each other years from now as adults, and say something really lame like, “Hey, I remember you. Didn’t we used to be friends?”
    There you have it.
    The girl formerly known as Miss Positivity, is going to sleep.

Just because I don’t care doesn’t mean I don’t understand.
    â€”Homer Simpson
    Monday, January 19, 10:02 p.m.
Text from Leo
    Leo: Sorry didn’t call this weekend.
    Leo: I had a lot of studying to do.
    Me: A test?
    Leo: Two of them this week.
    Me: Good luck.
    Leo: Thanks
    I waited. I thought Leo would write more. I even turned my phone off and on again in case he’d written more and there was some technical glitch with the phone that prevented texts from coming through. But nothing came through, which makes me think I have a problem. I’m just not sure if it’s a phone problem or a Leo problem.
    Actually, I’m pretty sure.
    Tuesday, January 20, 6:17 p.m.
Talked to Sophie
    Sophie just called and told me that she was in the bathroom after school today and overheard Kelly Blake and Julia Lozano talking about her. “What did they say?” I asked.
    â€œKelly told Julia that Brynn told her Billy called her and said I kissed him at the party on New Year’s Eve, and that he was shocked when it happened and didn’t know what to do. Then she said Brynn said he told her he doesn’t like me but he doesn’t want to hurt my feelings and that he’s hoping it just dies out.”
    It made me mad at Brynn all over again. I don’t know exactly what Billy said when he called her, but I know it wasn’t that. “You know Billy didn’t say any of that, right?”
    Sophie hesitated for a beat too long. I could tell she wasn’t sure. “I hope he didn’t say it.”
    â€œOf course he didn’t,” I said. I knew in her rational mind she had to know that. “Did you say anything to Kelly and Julia?” I asked.
    â€œI was using the bathroom,” said Sophie. “But anyway, I don’t care what