we had to write these sotries in english and they had to have morals. so the moral i chose was, "what goes around comes around." so i wrote this story about this greedy woman who never gave to anyone and in church she would never put anything in the collection plate. she winds up getting cancer and finds out she has two months to live. i didn't want my mom to read it because i knew she would be so annoying about it. but while i was in the shower, my mother goes into my room, sees it lying on the floor, and reads it. so i got out of the shower and she comes in and she was like i read your story. it was horrible i can't believe you would write something like that! how can you say that everyone with cancer is a bad person? i know lots of good people who have cancer.
and i was like mom that wasn't the point, the moral of the story is what goes around comes around, and i could have made it any disease, and i'm not implying that only bad people get cancer.
and she was like, well it's such a coincidence that the story is so similar to me! that i have cancer, that i go to church, you're always so quick to make fun of my beliefs! it's such a coincidence that you would write about a bible waving hypocrite!

and i was like, well if you actually read the story you would know it's just not about that.
"you're a creep, you're a fucking creep! i think that story is cruel! you don't even have to put my name on it, it's sop obvious it was about me!"
"well fine, if that's the way you want to interpret it. fine, there's nothing i can say to make you change your mind. but if you think i am going to rewrite it and make it have a happy ending with fairies and rainbows then you can forget it. and if you don't fricken like it, you can go call my teacher."
"fine then i will!"

and it went on like that for half an hour, that god damn psycho bitch, i hate her, i am handing my story in just the way it is, god damm her.