Lisa was never good at processing her emotions, hence the reason half of her family was slaughtered when news of moving to another town after she had finally made a friend in 9th grade. So as her therapist asked questions she answered with the bare minimum.
"Lisa, Lisa, LISA!" Gigit, her 4'8, curly, auburn haired psychoanalyst yelled for the third time this session "What!" Lisa cried back in response.
"Did you hear what I just said or shall I repeat myself?" she sighed.
"Well that depends, are you referring to the bajillion times you screamed my name."
"No, I'm referring to the semi-new town member, James. He's been here for a month and is struggling to afford a house, so he's going to be living with you for the next while until he finds a permanent home."
"What!" Lisa shouted with evident rage overcoming her voice. " Why me, I WILL kill him if you force this down my throat."
",..Which is why you'll have a patrol officer within 6 meters of you at all times."
A little pinging noise began to resonate against the gloomy ,alabaster walls and Gigit stood. "That concludes this weeks meeting, James will be at your house in 2 hours, your patrol officer will be waiting for you outside the door." On that note, the small lady shoved Lisa out the door. She stumbled forwards and into the arms of a lanky man with baggy clothes and sandy,golden hair.
