Everyone was visiting Margate.
Amy didn’t enjoy it. Summer for her meant selling ice creams. It was relentless, dirty, melty, sticky work.
She had no qualifications and needed the money.
It was a scorching day when her phone pinged.
A university email.
She’d been studying remotely while working for 3 long years. Trying to be more. Trying to get more.
Her results were finally available. Her heart jumped in to her throat as she logged in, her ice cream melting over her hands.
She sat stunned. She’d graduated with first class honours.
This would be her last summer at the beach.
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