The council only offered grants that cover three quarters of my tuition, and I’m already struggling to come up with payments as it is for the remaining quarter, when it costs over half what I earn each week. I didn’t really think it through. I just assumed I would get a better paying job or maybe a few extra ones to cover it, while hoping I paid the last quarter off this year. Next year, I could apply again and hopefully without payments being double.
Before he can demand I answer any more questions, I shove the door open. The cold night air hits me, making my entire body shudder violently. I walk up the broken path to the front door. Peering over my shoulder, Jaxson is already turning his car around, and relief floods me.
The second I step through the door, the smell of stale beer slam
