So this is a story about how people thought I had depression and was cutting myself

So one day I was just sitting on my bed playing on gacha life, and I got the idea to make a new character. So I was thinking of what the personality should be like. At the time I had the TV show 'The Loud House' playing on my tv, and I got the idea to make a goth character like Lucy. But I didn't want the character to look like Lucy, cuz that's plagiarism/copyright  or smt like that. So I chose to take a trait from Lucy. I picked the fact that she can write deep poems. So I proceeded to look up deep/depressing poems on Google. I found one and it was along the lines of:

This girl is was an artist,
But this story has a twist.
The knife was her paintbrush,
And the canvas was her wrist.

I thought it was interesting but then I had to go to sleep cuz I had school tomorrow.

~Time skip~ (like a few days later)

I was going to my last class of the day, ela, and the poem from a few days ago popped in my head, I thought it would be funny to freak my friends out by telling them. And so I did, their reactions were hilarious. For some reason I can't remember right now, I wrote the poem down on a index card. Then I had the "BRILLIANT" idea to show my teacher. She was pretty werided out.

~Time skip~ (a few days later)

I was in Social Studies talking to my friend and then the speaker came on and said

"(My real first and last name) can you please report to the counselor"

I've heard other people go to the counselor before, but never in my life have I gone before, but I went anyway. When I arrived the lady at the desk told me to wait at a table where two other people were sitting playing uno, a teacher and a student, I went to sit and waited. After awhile of boring waiting the teacher asked if I wanted to play with them, and I gladly accepted. After a few rounds of uno it was round the end of the day and I'm guessing that the counselor forgot about me cuz she was about to leave, the lady at the desk stopped her tho.

So she brought me to her office with another lady and they began to ask me questions and I answered.

"Do you know why you're here?" She asked me.

"Nope" I responded, popping the P.

She then explained about the poem I told people, then realization hit me like a truck, they thought I was cutting myself. I then explained that that was a joke and I only found the poem cuz an OC, it was kind of hard cuz there adults and have no idea what an OC is. They also asked me to show them my arms to be sure, I guess it makes since on the count of I always and I mean literally always where a hoodie, sweater, or a long sleeved shirt.

After a while we heard the bell that means it's time to pack up. So me and the older lady rushed to get my stuff, I had to go in my ss class cuz my friend didn't bring my stuff to ela. Anyway, when I got all my stuff a was about to speed walk to the bus, the lady stopped me. She said I had to call my mom to tell her.

I didn't want yo miss the bus, so I quickly got out my phone and called her, after the ok I booked it the my bus and luckily got a seat. When I got home I got an ear full about not doing stuff like that again.

The End

Moral of the story: Don't do dumb shit like I do, matter a fact, just don't do self harm at all -_-