Well, Well, Who Do We Have Here

I slowly pushed the door open and walked in. There was nobody there, it wasn't like I was expecting anyone anyway.

"What did Isabel ask me to bring?" I asked myself, as I walked further into the room, running my fingers through the table there. My mouth formed an "oh," when I saw a basket that had some foodstuff there. I guessed it was the one and walked towards it.

After I grabbed it, I proceeded to the door, but I was stopped in my tracks, when I heard a shuffling sound coming from my back. I was frozen to the spot, my eyes darting in front of me.

"Guess who, Alison?" A voice said behind me, accompanying it with claps. I didn't need to be told who it was, I already knew who it was. I slowly turned around to meet Tamara's piercing eyes.

She had her hands crossed on her chest, with a small, evil smirk on her face. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my grip on the basket getting harder. She widened her eyes and feigned a look of shock, before curving her lips into a moc