<John>
I couldn’t believe she called me that again. I could have let myself get mad at the fact that she used the name that drove me up a wall but I decided against it and sat there listening to her talk. I felt her lifting me through the air; it felt like one of those carnivals rides that always makes you sick just going up. She stopped and her eyes grew big as she noticed my head. She opened her mouth and asked what happened in a casual, but shocked tone. I covered my ears because her voice sounded as if I was sitting under a mega speaker at one of the Yankee’s baseball games. She whispered she was sorry and I nodded that I was okay.
I looked her in the eyes and then said “Where do I start?”
“Preferably at the beginning” she whispered with a smile on her face.
“Well, I knew that something wasn’t right after the funeral. I was sick like no other, and that was why I went to bed so early the night before. I woke and you were there, telling me about breakfast. My mind lunged at the idea as my stomach growled. I got out of bed and got dressed and started to walk downstairs. When I reached the hallway I felt nauseas and dizzy.” Melissa opened her mouth to speak and I held up a hand at the motion. She closed her mouth and I thought of how weird I looked at the moment. I continued on with my tale, “I was going to call out to you, and I tried but when I opened my mouth nothing came out. I blacked out shortly after that and when I awoke I was like this,” I spoke as I motioned to my diminutive height.
“So how did you get the cut?” Melissa asked me, her voice sounding so sweet and soft. It made me feel better a little.
“Well after I woke I called for Marco, I despise that stupid dog, and he took me to the bottom of the steps after I sent him on a quest to find you. You locked him outside and my hopes began to fade. I suddenly heard the phone ring and knew that you had to get some things. As I ran toy your purse you walked over to the spot that I had been standing in. I thought myself as an idiot and then climbed into your purse. I thought I was safe and could get your attention from there but when you threw the purse into the car, the make-up and other things tumbled around me. When the bag slammed down I felt the lipstick hit my head; who knew make-up could be so deadly.”Melissa got a ‘oh my gosh I’m so sorry’ look on her face as I knew what she was thinking at that precise moment. “And after that I woke up and you found me, so the rest is history.” I said as I looked at her and smiled lightly.
“I’m so sorry, we have to tell somebody, the principal, the police, anybody. Just so they know that you are okay” Melissa said as he r voice started to rise.
“Absolutely not, the only person I vote we tell is Ron, he could help us. And without the funds of the company and an entire research team I could be stuck like this for a very long time.
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