When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Chapter Three As I cram the last of a club sandwich into my mouth, my cell phone starts to ring. I look at the screen and roll my eyes. James knows my class schedule... why in the hell is he bothering me today? In order to fit in enough credit hours to maintain my scholarship and still have plenty of time for work, I’d scheduled all of my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Tuesdays are my heaviest days, and I’d had just enough time between Saucier and Pastry to run home for a quick lunch. I glance at my oven clock and see that I have an hour before I have to be in class; it will take me half that to get back to campus. I look at my crumb-filled plate and wonder if saving money will always be my first instinct. Here I am living in an expensive Manhattan apartment, rushing around like a c