My Hockey Alpha
the brown-haired woman introduced herself quietly, extending a hand towards me.
I took her hand, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. A friendly face, finally. I guess I had forgotten that Lea wasn’t the only person in this class. “I’m Nina,” I replied. “It’s nice to meet someone friendly here.”
Sarah laughed softly. “I know what it’s like to be the new person in a group like this. Don’t let Lea get to you. She’s just projecting her own insecurities.”
I nodded, grateful for Sarah’s understanding. Maybe she was right; maybe Lea was just insecure and bitter, resentful of those whose lives seemed put together.