The Movie Day
by A. Gautam

Movie day was my favorite time of the month. This time, my dad was taking the whole family to see Tale of Tarot. I'd always wanted to be like Tarot, the 14-year-old girl who saved the world. Tarot's dad was a red-haired superhero and my dad was no less. I loved the way my dad's wavy red hair flowed in the air and his deep hazel eyes glowed in the sunlight. He had a soft heart for a big guy.
As soon as we reached the theater, Mom had her hands full with Tara and Derrick, my five-year-old twin siblings. I detangled myself from the mess of my seatbelt and saw that Dad was already at the ticket window. The movie was going to start in five minutes, so I was hoping Tara wouldn't see the refreshment stands. Unfortunately, Tara was eagle-eyed and saw the popcorn from yards away.
"Daddy, kettle-cooked!" Tara yelled at the top of her lungs. Dad smiled. Tara would cry throughout the movie if she didn't get some popcorn, and nobody wanted that.
"Alright, kiddos, I'll be back in a jiffy," Dad said, giving in. I followed Dad to the popcorn stand, where other parents were yielding to kids' demands. I just knew we were going to miss the first five minutes, and the opening scene was supposed to be the best part of the movie. Never had I hated popcorn more. Why does Tara have to be so spoiled? I whined to myself.
As soon as he could, Dad bolted from the stand, motioning for me to follow him inside the theater. We flowed with the swarm of last-minute moviegoers. I did my best to trail Dad through the dark hallway.
My last scrap of hope vanished as I spotted Tarot on the big screen. The opening scene was now long over. I watched Tarot swing her sword on top of a snowy mountain and plopped down into my seat. I tried to connect the dots of the plot, but my eyes were fruitlessly trying to find Tarot between the multiple heads blocking my view. Two kids were yelling about 10 rows ahead of me. Then, the biggest guy in the world got up from his seat to look around for something, and if that wasn't distracting enough, a woman seated next to the kids began to shriek.
I couldn't understand a word they were saying.
"Dad, tell them to be quiet," I whispered in my dad's ears. Then, I heard a strange rough voice in my ears.
"Who are you?" a blonde man with blue eyes asked, as bits of popcorn dropped from his mouth.
Suddenly, I understood what the commotion ahead of me was all about. My family was calling my name.
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Which event makes the narrator understand the commotion ahead of her?
A.
She trails behind her dad through the dark hallway in the theater.
B.
She sees a very big guy get up from his seat to look for something.
C.
She listens carefully to what people are saying in the theater.
D.
She finds out she is sitting next to a stranger instead of her dad.