Nalah watched as Amanda walked down the hall, this was her sister, the one her dad had neglected to tell her about let-a-lone talk about.
"Hi, I'm looking for Nalah Michaels?" Amanda said looking at Nalah then down the hall behind her.
"That's me." Nalah said reaching her hand out.
Amanda nervously took hold of it and shook it.
"Hey, I am your sister, Amanda."
Nalah looked her up and down with her nose screwed up a little bit, she could see the similarities to this girl and her dad, sure she had always said she wanted a sister but never actually thought about the possibility of ever having one and to be honest she wasn't to fond of the attention this girl might take from her, both on stage and off.
"Dad doesn't tour very often anymore." Nalah said softly. "He is usually at home with he's family." She said turning to walk back down the hall.
"Do you mean he's not here?" Amanda gushed flanking Nalah's side.
"No," Nalah said smoothly looking in to her new found sisters eyes. "I did not say that."
Amanda turned her head away nervously. Nalah was not what she expected. When she found out that Nalah Michaels was her sister she didn't waste time finding out about her. The image she got from internet reports was that she was as sweet as an angel, with a quirky sense of humor to match, but the girl standing next to her was not the image she had created in her head.
They turned a corner and Nalah knocked on the door and waited a few moments.
'You guys were expecting me?" Amanda asked.
"Wow, you're cluey," Nalah laughed. "Yeah, you emailed my boyfriends buddy," Nalah said chewing her gum, gosh she hated being nervous. "Dad doesn't know anything about you…" she paused to think of the correct words. "Resurfacing."
Amanda fought hard to hold in a snort. This girl was a bitch, but she liked it, Amanda could see her self acting a similar way if she was in this situation.
One side of the black double doors opened and short bored guy looked Amanda up and down then met Nalah's eyes.
"Here to see my dad." Nalah said pushing past.
She gave a side glance to make sure Amanda was following, she was right behind her, how would really want to be stuck near Doug.
Nalah shuddered at the thought. Doug was a body guard, but if you were a pretty girl and not related to some one he was hired to protect then he did not guard you, at all, in fact he was only an offence away from being put in jail.
"Hey Angel," Shawn said as his daughter walked in the room standing up to kissing her on the forehead and pulling her in to a hug.
"Hey Dad," Nalah greeted nervously hugging in to the warmth that only her father held.
She hadn't kept much from her father in her life. As soon as she was old enough to wrestle, she came on the road with him; as soon as he could he got her in the ring.
Shawn was Nalah's best friend. He always knew when she was lying. He knew every thing about her. She naively thought she knew everything about her father, she wasn't embarrassed of her dads shady past, or he's other family, she was happy that he was happy, but apparently, you can know so much about some one, but not really know them at all.
"Who's you're friend sweety?" Shawn asked pulling back looking at Amanda.
Amanda looked at Nalah, hoping she was going to introduce her. She looked back at Shawn, her stomach sank, he had no idea who she was, and what did he think she was just some friend Nalah picked up at her latest trip to the current towns night club scene, no that wasn't cool.
"Dad, this is Amanda, You're other daughter." Nalah said bluntly.
Shawn's eyes snapped to Nalah's then nervously to Amanda's.
"Happy bonding, I'm going to talk to Zack." Nalah snarled and walked away.