***Serena***
"Oh for heaven's SAKE," I shout, throwing my pen across the room and sighing.
"What's up?" Christa says, looking up from her laptop while at the desk.
"This bloody broken hand," I mutter. She laughs a little.
"Well, I am amazed you haven't broken something before, if I'm honest," she says, looking at me fondly.
"I am not used to feeling weak," I sigh, “and I can't even play my guitar.”
"Well your voice still works," she says diplomatically. I save my coursework on my tablet and lay it down next to me. I rub my arm, remembering that it's itchy because I've got a tiny plaster on there. I lift my t-shirt sleeve and peel it off.
"What was that? Flu jab?" Christa asks.
"No," I say with a sigh, “my new form of contraception. I get my period and I get an injection on the same
