primadonna

dr. popwhatever & interventions

Ok let me tell you about my really lame family. There's my mom who is always up in my business wanting me to tell her everything that's happening at school, my dad who's always working or bugging me to death about chores, and then there's me, Lia, the only relatively normal person in my whole house. And even thought my parents should be super proud of me for balancing good grades in school and soccer, and even getting college recruits attentions i might add, my parents still arent happy. They have the nerve to call me a diva and say i have a big ego, and now im sitting in my living room surrounded by judgemental looks from my parents and a therapist. Thats right a THERAPIST. They brought in a therapist to talk to me. A THERAPIST. What is a random nobody that doesn't even know me supposed to do.

"Lia we love you and thats the only reason we're doing this," my mom bullshits, while my dad nods his head.

"Right. So what are we even doing?" I ask. I mean seriously why cant they just talk to me like normal parents. Or just text me. Leave me a note. Send me a message in a bottle. Anything but a therapist.

"We're having an intervention," says my dad, "its time for you to own up to your behavior and stop it."

"What?"

"Your parents just want whats best for you Lia," the therapist finally speaks, "im Dr. Popist." She holds out her hand in my direction. I look at it for a couple seconds and cross my arms. She gets the message and leans back writing something down on her clipboard. "Your parents called me here today to talk about your big ego Lia." Dr. Popwhatever states. She has a look on her face that says she already doesnt like me.

"Well I dont have 'big ego' I'm just really confident because I know how good I am," I advocate. No way was I letting this paid therapist tell me anything.

"Of course, you have every right to be proud of your accomplishments, I've even heard you've attracted college recruits from some very prestigious colleges, that's wonderful."

"I know," I say.

Dr. Popwhatever looks surprised for a second but then resumes. "Your ego is getting in the way of your future Lia, this is serious. Someone tipped off one of the recruits about your behavior and they will no longer be scouting you."

They all look at my baffled expression, but they don't know why I'm taken back. Its not because some college wont recruit me, i don't care about that there's still tons of recruiters after me. Im surprised because someone ratted on me. And people dont rat on me without me finding out and giving some serious revenge. "Who told on me?"

"Thats not important Lia, whats important is that you need to change your attitude before it really messes up your future." My dad babbled. But I didn't care I was already thinking through my revenge plan. But first I needed this 'intervention' to be over.

"You know what? You guys are right. I don't want stuff I do now to hurt me in the future. Iguess it is time to tame my ego," I practically lied through my teeth.

"Okay good im glad we agree. I'll be back in a month to check on your progress," the therapist says while standing up and collecting her things.

I give her a fake thanks while my parents say goodbye near the door. As soon as i here the door shut I'm running upstairs with only one thing on my mind; im gonna find out who the perp was that ratted me out, and then I'm going to crush them.