Drama Queen, Young and Sweet, Only Lizzie

Hello, my name is Lizzie, and I am addicted to drama. Actually it is more like I am a magnate for drama. It follows me like a special stalker, taking my pictures as I walk down the street and then stirring up trouble.

What did I do this time you ask?

Absolutely nothing. This time it was NOT my fault at all. I just kinda fell into the drama here.

Let me tell you about it.

So I live in DRA a large series of separate buildings housing around 12 or so flats in each one. I live in Lindsay with my 5 flatmates who are all first-year full time students. My flatmates are really nice and friendly and I enjoy going out and hanging in with them, but I also decided to make some friends of my own. Just across the mini, half empty puddle/pond, another study abroad girl lives, K.

K is from Vandy. She has been here a year. She is loud and friendly and funny and has invited me to do several things with her . . . like go to the DRA ball with her and her flatmates. So I did. It was fun. It was dramatic. unbeknownst to me, THERE IS A FEUD BETWEEN K AND MY FLATMATES. Yes. A Feud. It all involves a boy C and my flatmate Z and K in a warped "he said" and "she said" love triangle of misunderstanding.

So here I am . . . Lizzie stuck abroad blindly trying to make my way through the social world at St. A's, and BAM I am caught in the middle of the drama. Luckily, I have not been blamed for anything yet, and my flatmates seem to be okay with me hanging with K, but they can never be in the same space. It gets catty.

Oh Drama, my old friend, I thought to take a brief break from our relationship, but I underestimated the strength of our love. Welcome back into my life.