XNemesis: Hmmm…Fangirlitis…I like it! And I agree…the Mary Sues don't know English. Yup. Although I did get bored and write a Mary Sue over Spring Break. She died by falling into Mt. Doom. YAY!!! I'm thinking about putting it on FF.n. Sues where the Sue dies seem to go over quite well on here.
Britt: Hey there! Glad you liked it! I took your advice…can you tell? And yes…I do hate it when I read a book, get images of the characters in my mind and then halfway through the book the author describes them as look completely different from what I imagined. *sigh*. Those authors need to take writing classes.
Isilhen: Yay! A new chapter of FA soon! How soon is soon? I guess my inbox will tell me when 'soon' is. I like getting creative with names, whether it is a fangirl/sue name, or a serious name for a non-fangirl/sue. Though fangirl/sue names are so much fun to think up.
Okami Red: How's Jerry the chibi hobbit doing? Glad you liked the chapter…hope your Aunt likes it too, if you show it to her!
xLOTUSx: Ha ha ha!! How did you write so many 'ha's? Turtles rock. I saw about four this week. Yup…turtles rock.
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"Okay, Rachel. What was that about?" Altheia asked when they reached her office. She popped a couple of Excedrin in her mouth and swallowed them with a glass of grapple*.
Rachel sat across from her, silently crying. "She insulted my Farrie."
Altheia closed her eyes. She had more work laid out for her then she realized. "What happened?"
"I was walking back to my room from the dining hall after breakfast, and I guess she was walking to the dining hall. Anyway, when she passed me, I guess she noticed my t-shirt…"
Altheia glanced down at Rachel's shirt. It was pink with a picture of Faramir on the front.
"…and then she looked at me and said, 'My gosh! You're in love with him? Why? If you tried to kiss him that huge nose would poke your eye out!' She insulted him!" Rachel began to cry harder. "So I turned to her and said, 'Well, at least my Farrie doesn't freak me out with his huge, nonexistent bug-eyes!*'
"Then she screamed 'Nonexistent! What the heck do you mean by that?' and I said 'Con-tacts'. And that made her mad so she slapped me, and I slapped her back, and so on until we were on the ground trying to murder each other."
Altheia lowered her head and began massaging her temples. "So she slapped you first?"
Rachel nodded then swallowed a sob.
"Would you have hurt her had she not slapped you first?"
Rachel shrugged, "Dunno, maybe."
"Rachel, I am going to ask you a question and I want you to answer me honestly, okay?"
"Okay," Rachel whispered.
"If you would, please tell me, why is it that Faramir is so important to you that you would let insults like that bother you so much?"
There were a few moments of silence, and then Rachel said, "He reminds me of my first boyfriend, my first real boyfriend anyway. But my boyfriend just out of mo where dumped me for some other girl he had only known for a day."
Maybe this fight was a good thing, Altheia thought, how else would a door like this have been opened? Maybe if I can just counsel her into getting over her old boyfriend…
"So do you think you're clinging to you obsession with Faramir because you think it will take the place of your old boyfriend?"
"I guess," Rachel mumbled.
"Well, dear, it can't. Faramir doesn't exist, not in your world anyway. Someone imaginary can't replace someone real."
"David Wenham is real."
"Not for you though."
"What do you mean by that?" Rachel asked, "If someone is real, then they're real. They can't be real to some and not real to others."
"Rachel, what are your chances of meeting David Wenham? And it you did happen to meet him at one of your world's conventions or somewhere, what would be your chances of getting to know him well?"
Rachel shook her head and remained silent.
"Exactly," Altheia continued, "And unless you get to know him, you can't know who he really is. You can only imagine who he might be. Who you imagine him to be is not the real him. So he is not real to you. Who he is to you is just as imaginary as Faramir."
Rachel nodded. "I understand now."
"But you're not yet cured. I'll call and get someone to escort you to the ACC, two if I can. I won't see you tomorrow because we have a staff meeting. Think about what I have said until our next meeting."
*Grapple: a wonderful mix of grape and apple juice. Soooooooooooo goooooooooooood!
*The insult: OMG!!! I cannot believe I put that in this story! Or any story at that! Oh! I had to have a friend write a Frodo insult for me to use. I couldn't bear to come up with anything myself. Don't worry! I've found that in counseling Rachel, I am also counseling myself. No, I have never had a boyfriend. And I don't want one right now.
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So, how was it? I now have 3 published works on fictionpress! (I'm flor-gurl there too! FF.n won't let me put the address on here, keeps erasing it when I upload the document.) I'll update as soon as I can! Oh yeah! And the last chapter had exactly 666 words in it! That just goes to prove that fangirls are the spawn of Satan! Hide from them! Not from me though! I'm an angel…or so I've been told. Oh well.
~*~flor~*~