“I’m sick of all this pressure!” shouted Tarja.
We were slumped on the sofa in the living room. Around us, sheets of A4 paper littered the floor and covered the bean bags. We had been revising for over four hours.
The last exams were tomorrow morning. The history of the medieval family, the Vikings, the religious wars (foreshadowing!), the peace treaties (some hope!), literature... It all came out through our eyes.
Tarja was going back to Finland the day after tomorrow, she wouldn’t wait for the results. Whether or not she succeeded wouldn’t change anything, she wanted to leave as soon as possible.
“Do you think we can take a break?” she asked.
I threw myself back on the couch and rubbed my eyes.
“A break? Sorry, but that’s it for tonight, it’s already eleven o’clock and tomorrow I
