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Jo groaned, struggling to pull her bag out of the luggage rack, ready for her second year at Gallifrey University, and ready to see her Yaz, her girlfriend (since May Ball last year). She loved Gallifrey. It was a beautiful city and a beautiful university, with soaring towers, and an amazing sunset. And there were her friends. For an orphan like Jo, coming to Gallifrey Uni was the best thing she could have done. There were the people on her course: James and the Johns. And then Ryan, who was Yaz’s friend from primary school. She wasn’t quite sure if Graham and Grace, Ryan’s grandparents counted as friends, but… (Okay, she only had five actual friends, but nevermind.).
She grinned. The first order of business, stocking up on custard creams. That was essential. Hauling her suitcase over the lip of the train, Jo made her way to the front of the station, contemplating if she could afford a cab. No way. She needed to scrimp and save as much as possible, on her meagre student loan. Lucky custard creams were only 45p. Sighing, she made her way to her housing.
She’d need to find a job. That was the second order of business. Where would she get it though? Maybe at the Student Union. But that would be filling up quickly. Maybe she could start a youtube channel? That would take forever to start making money. Probably just at the Torchwood Cafe, or at the Arcadia Bar. She could start the youtube channel, though. That wasn’t a bad idea.
Suddenly, Jo was swept off her feet, as a bundle of orange sweater and leather jacket ran into her. “Yaz!!!” Jo grinned. Seeing your girlfriend certainly cheered oneself up.
“Jo! How was your holiday? You didn’t text, like at all!” Yaz cried, looking Jo up and down.
“Sorry. I was in London, with my sister.” Smiling, Jo retrieved her suitcase from the floor.
Jo’s sister, Jenny was the sort of person that could never find a job. She travelled regularly and even knew John Noble, one of the other astrophysics students. Jenny was also one of the sweetest human beings on the planet but… She had a pretty low attention span.
“Earth to Jo?!” Yaz waved a hand in front of Jo’s face. “Come on, let’s go get dinner. I’m paying”