Morning pages

Derrick again, who was this Derrick?

“Whilst it was just you and me. I wanted to have a real conversation. See what makes you tick. Meet the real Amanda.”

“Okay, what do you want to know?” I replied my eyes attempting to hide my growing confusion.

“Tell me about yourself, what do you like? What do you do for fun? You always seem so quiet. I know I’m only new here but. I dunno you seem like there’s something to you. You look like a girl that likes to have fun; but your holding back.”

Her words came flying at me like 10000 miles per second.

“Um I don’t know, I guess I like  socialising”

“Bull!” There she went again, “I’ve asked around about you Mandy, can I call you Mandy?”

No. I hated Mandy with a passion. It reminded me of school when people used to call me Andie Pandie. Urrgh a shudder ran through me as I remembered a gaggle of mean girls chasing me through the playground screaming Andie Pandie at the top of their lungs.

To be continued…

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