It's a thin line
By Lindsay O'Brien
Part one
Linzi
was nervous when she stepped off the plane. She hadn't been back to her hometown
since the family moved away when she was 18. Now five years later she was coming
home.
She
made her way by bus and taxi to her Grandmothers house. As she stared out of the
window at familiar childhood streets memories flooded her. She smiled faintly.
As long as she didn't bump into a certain person she would be fine.
Her
Grandmother, a mine of information, had reassuring news for her. The only person
in America she didn't want to see had moved away although his parents still
lived there.
Later
in the week Linzi made her way to a hotel were she would start her new job as a
physiotherapist for WCW. As she checked in she noticed a young woman staring at
her as Linzi gave her name.
"Are
you the new physiotherapist?" asked the girl.
"Yes
I am," smiled Linzi, "What do you do?"
"I'm
a wrestler," Linzi raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"I
didn't realize they had woman wrestlers. I've been in England for five years and
we don't get much wrestling news over there." The woman smiled.
"I'm
Mel," she said holding out her hand, "Come down when you've freshened
up and I'll introduce you to everyone."
About
an hour later Linzi made her way down to the bar area. Mel was looking out for
her and waved her over. She patted the chair next to her and Linzi sat down.
"Hey
everyone, this is our new physio." The guy opposite her looked up. The only
guy she didn't want to see and she'd got a job in the same company as him. His
eyes narrowed as he recognized her.