Everything was a big drama in Evie’s world.
If a bird stole a crumb from her sandwich, it was a tragic betrayal. If her favorite pen ran out of ink mid-sentence, it was a catastrophe of epic proportions. Even her cat, Miso, seemed to sigh whenever Evie launched into one of her “life is so unfair” monologues.
But Evie wasn’t trying to be dramatic—at least, not consciously. She just felt things deeply. The world, to her, was loud and colorful and endlessly unpredictable, and she never quite figured out how to feel anything halfway.
Take, for instance, the day the school play auditions were announced. Evie had been waiting all semester for this moment. She imagined herself as Juliet, poised and tragic, draped in silk under a spotlight. She’d practiced her lines in the mirror, whispering “Wherefore art thou Romeo?” so often that even Miso had started meowing on cue.
But when the cast list finally went up, she wasn’t Juliet. She wasn’t even the Nurse.
She was Tree Number Two.
“Tree number TWO?” she gasped, clutching the announcement like it had personally insulted her ancestors. “Do they not SEE my potential?”
Her best friend, Jade, tried not to laugh. “Evie, you’ll bring… deep emotional roots to the role.”
Evie scowled. “This isn’t funny. This is symbolic rejection. My talent has been pruned.”
Still, she showed up to rehearsal. She stood in the corner, arms outstretched, trying to embody the spiritual essence of a tree. And somehow, because she was Evie, she threw herself into it so completely that the director stopped and stared.
By opening night, Tree Number Two had become an audience favorite. Evie didn’t just sway in the wind—she told a story. She conveyed the heartbreak of photosynthesis, the yearning of bark, the quiet dignity of chlorophyll.
After the final curtain call, the director approached her, eyes wide. “Evie… I think we need to talk about next semester’s play.”
And just like that, Evie realized that maybe the drama in her world wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Sometimes, feeling everything a little too much was exactly what made her shine.
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