"How are you now?" Marianne asked, plopping down onto one of the many unoccupied seats next to Ena who shrugged in reply. Sighing, she continued her interrogation, "You know what happened back there is long forgotten. Why are you stressing over it so much Ena?"
"Because it's just not normal for a ball to catch fire," Ena snapped, looking straight into the calm depths of Marianne's eyes.
She smiled and said, "We all know that but you're just over exaggerating it. None of us really care about it, you're the only one who does. Are you trying to draw attention to yourself by blowing it up?"
Ena was about to retort back when she stopped, the meaning behind Marianne's words reaching her. Shaking her head to herself, Ena stood up and glared at her teammate. "I don't need to explain myself to you or anyone else for that matter."
Passing by the aisle, Ena began to walk away. She expected Marianne to call out to her, to try and convince Ena once again with that hidden purpose that most people had. But she didn't. And inside, Ena felt slightly hurt.