~"Breathe."
Wait, it gets worse. Here's my mom's verson:
~*takes a deep breath in*
Gee, thanks, didn't know that for one thing, you know exactly how to calm my body down, and for another, I apparently don't know how to breathe now. Just made me angrier, and seeing as how I was already screeching and roaring at the same time...
~"I have a feeling that if you really were happy, you wouldn't be writing these extremely dark songs."
A bit different because I was telling someone how much happier I've gotten, and then I showed them my songs, which are, in fact, quite dark. Are you seriously telling me that because I write in a certain style that I'm not happy?
Now a longer one.
I had just started middle school, and this demonic counselor decided for whatever reason - I can't remember - to curse at me mildly. I started crying because back then I couldn't take it. Here it comes:
~"Stop crying! Middle schoolers don't cry, and middle scoolers say that word!"
...Seriously? Being enrolled in middle school means that you're not allowed to cry and that you have to curse? ...Well, put me in elementary, I still cry and I haven't cursed more than once in my life.
More from the demonic counselor.
I was, again, a middle school newbie, and she had the nerve to tell me that because I liked to draw that I couldn't do math. I told her to let me prove I could and she gives me a complex algebraic equation. I asked what the dot (multiplication) meant, and she pulled it away saying something like:
~"See what I mean?"
...Am I supposed to understand algebra when just starting sixth grade? Gee, ma'am, I never knowed dat.
The list goes on about the counselor, but I'm not going to bore you all. She's evil, I'm not seeing her any more, all is nice and fluffy. The end.
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"...The heart's desire is found... in an unexpected place..."
Tailchaser's Song" by Tad Williams