"Amy, what could be wrong with my life?" Morgan asked as she untied the thick, black belt from around her waist. Finally, after having the circulation in her abdomen cut off in her instructor's haste to get her ready, she could breath. "Whew, you sure know how to kill someone, don't ya Amy?"
"Morgan, I'm being serious." Clad a similar uniform of white pants, a white jacket, and sandles, Morgan's best friend and mentor rolled her brown eyes. "Even you'll admit that you were off during some of those sparring matches."
Shrugging it off, Morgan said "I'm not, because I wasn't.".
"Yes, you were." As she tore away at the knots in her jacket, Morgan held back a wince. Even under Amy's scrutinizing gaze, she wasn't going to let up. Not even if someone took her at knife point would there be secrets spilled. Secrets that, if told, would only force her to keep more secrets. And secrets hurt. Secrets hurt like Hell.
"Just because I lost a few matches doesn't mean there's anything wrong." She muttered.
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really." Morgan snapped as she ripped through the final knot. "And besides, whatever could be the matter if my Dad hasn't told you?"
"Because I know for a fact that you keep secrets from him on a daily basis." Amy said. "I know that he doesn't know about your decision to quit when I leave New York."
"But isn't that obvious?" Morgan said. "You're leaving in three weeks and I think you and I both know that it doesn't take him that long to talk me out of something."
"Then what about your decision to co-"
"Just because I told you while I was high on caffeine doesn't mean I'm planning on doing so anytime soon." Morgan said, taking off and tossing the white garment into the hamper in a single, fluid motion. "And besides, there are reasons why it hasn't been on my mind lately."
"Morgan, I'm being serious." Clad a similar uniform of white pants, a white jacket, and sandles, Morgan's best friend and mentor rolled her brown eyes. "Even you'll admit that you were off during some of those sparring matches."
Shrugging it off, Morgan said "I'm not, because I wasn't.".
"Yes, you were." As she tore away at the knots in her jacket, Morgan held back a wince. Even under Amy's scrutinizing gaze, she wasn't going to let up. Not even if someone took her at knife point would there be secrets spilled. Secrets that, if told, would only force her to keep more secrets. And secrets hurt. Secrets hurt like Hell.
"Just because I lost a few matches doesn't mean there's anything wrong." She muttered.
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really." Morgan snapped as she ripped through the final knot. "And besides, whatever could be the matter if my Dad hasn't told you?"
"Because I know for a fact that you keep secrets from him on a daily basis." Amy said. "I know that he doesn't know about your decision to quit when I leave New York."
"But isn't that obvious?" Morgan said. "You're leaving in three weeks and I think you and I both know that it doesn't take him that long to talk me out of something."
"Then what about your decision to co-"
"Just because I told you while I was high on caffeine doesn't mean I'm planning on doing so anytime soon." Morgan said, taking off and tossing the white garment into the hamper in a single, fluid motion. "And besides, there are reasons why it hasn't been on my mind lately."
