Do I look like a freakin Melissa? I get called this name alot. I don’t know why. People will for get my name out the blue and start calling me that.
Wednesday one of the ladies from the other house came through. She stood there calling me Melissa slowly getting angry as I did not answer her. I’ve been called them name enough times to know she was talking to me. Eventually she came up to me and demanded to know why I wasn’t answering her.
“Oh,” I said, looking around at the empty hall. “Were you talking to me? I thought you were talking to Melissa. My name is Michelle.” At which point I went back to stuffing the mail boxes. The look on her face was priceless but she did readdress me as Michelle before continuing on as if nothing happened. I answered her politly.
My Saturday games are falling apart. It’s going to be me and three guys soon. The other girl that plays with us is leaving. I can’t really blame her with the problems she has and the fact that one of our players can be severly annoying.
Sigh. I’m going to miss her.
I’m waiting for the call from poohbunny’s school. It hasn’t come yet and I know other parents have recieved calls, of course they only said the call was about how much tuition was for full day care, not admission news. (As I write this it came in..Yeah! She made it in! There are some extra fees involved but full day is worth it.)
Writng moves forward. The first scene in chapter six got more intense. Time has passed (a neatly cut paragraph from chapter 5 worked in nicely here) and Ronyn are getting some showcase time. Plus the voices have started. Time to start messing with the characters.