ABSTRACT
Tracey looked round the snug room she inhabited, frowned, and threw herself on the bed. She could hear Sonje’s TV bubbling through from next door. Sonje claimed she had to watch a lot of TV to help improve her English. She came from Denmark. Tracey thought that Sonje’s English was better than that of some of the British students, even though she occasionally asked for help with her essays. She certainly doesn’t need any help with pulling boys, thought Tracey. Sonje was tall, and with a figure to die for. We couldn’t be more different, thought Tracey, with a tinge of self-pity.
