Unfiltered Story #28297

(My mom is picking me and my sister up from the high school. I am a sophomore, but my sister is still in eighth grade, there for marching band.)

Sister: Friend 1 and Friend 2 just aren’t getting along. (proceeds to describe drama)

Mom: You just can’t engage in that kind of stuff.

Sister: Ha! Friend 2 just texted me this funny picture.

Mom: See? That’s the kind of friends you need. Ones who bring you joy, not drama.

Me: Well, you know, they’re kind of the same people.

Mom: It’s different, though.

Me: Alright. Sister, your grade is just so full of drama.

Sister: Actually, they’re in high school. So really it’s your grade.

Me: (realizes) Oh…I guess you’re right.