Opening Up

“You're back, finally. So was she horrible? Did Daz still fall at your feet? Was he still all over you? What happened?” Wow, fire away with questions. Why don't you, Georgina?

“Actually, she was really nice, a little weird, but nice. She has red hair, slightly taller than me, but looks quite similar.” My memory is replaying her in my mind; something doesn't feel right.

“He couldn't get the real Alena, so he has gone out and found a fake one? That sounds about right for Daz.” She laughs. I have to shake my head at her. She is going to cause trouble, I know it.

“Don't be mean, she did seem nice, and you'll find out for yourself tomorrow night.” I hope she is nice to her. The last thing I want is Georgina thinking it is funny to say something and Daz finding out.

“How come you said she was weird?” She is looking at me questioningly.

“I'm not sure. I felt like she was constantly assessing me. Maybe she thinks Daz likes me? Then when I was leaving, she hugged me and said I smelt nice, and