Chapter Three
After sitting in my computer for an hour, a steaming mug of chai tea wafting from under my hunched chin, I was feeling drained. We had read every course and application process and requirements the TAFE offered, and my mind was swimming with cluttered information. I scrubbed my fist into my eye sockets and lifted my mug once more to scold my tongue on the devilishly sweet mix. My head dropped lower, the long side of my hair dropping dangerously low to the steaming liquid. I shook myself and took another sip, looking over at Sarah. She looked buzzed and excited, she was in her element.
“Are we done yet?” I whinged, slumping into her side and nuzzling her neck. A sure way to get her to do what I want. This move is like catnip to her. She frowned then turned slightly to face m
