Velma's my sister. We don't get a long and we're not what you think we are. She helps me out when she can.
We're sisters, but we don't look, act and sound the same. Compared to her, I'm stupid at some things and some that she is stupid in.But I'm one inch taller than she is. She can unravel a mystery before I can; she can find clues more efficiently.
People call her my better half. She's just better than I am and let's leave it at that.
Not very popular with the gang either. Not much to say about her. She's a closed book or an open one when she wants to be. Doesn't talk about her problems, as much She just does what she wants to do and that's the end of the sentence. Not if I have a say in it anyway.
You don't want to argue with her either. She'll always win, sometimes. I quized her on pop culture and let me tell you, she's very bad at pop culture trivia.
She's the youngest of the group (I guess you already know that).
