Nina stepped back into the house, her shoulders drooping from exhaustion. The moment she closed the door behind her, her mother's voice called out from the kitchen.
"Well? How did it go? Did you learn anything new today?"
Her mother peeked out, a towel slung over her shoulder.
Nina opened her mouth, then closed it again.
The memories of the class came rushing back—awkward stares, the mismatched group, the uncomfortable speech about perseverance. She sighed deeply.
"It was one of the worst experiences of my life."
She said flatly.
Her mother scoffed, turning back toward the sink.
"Don't be a drama queen, Nina. You're not going to like everything at first. These things take time. Once you get some experience, you'll see it's not that bad."
Nina stayed quiet, staring at the floor. It was easier than arguing.
What she really wanted was to see Leo and Luna.
