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Topic: "In Too Deep" [Note: Heavy strong language, heavy drug use, graphic sex scene]: Final chapter added; C&C please
Oct 14, 08 at 3:51pm ^"In Too Deep" [Note: Heavy strong language, heavy drug use, graphic sex scene]: Final chapter added; C&C please
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In Too Deep
Chapter 1: "Real Monsters"
I wish I was the most beautiful girl in the *bleep*ing world so I could put a *bleep*ing bullet in my head. I scrawl these words onto my school folder, and watch as the hands on the clock on the wall slowly amble towards three thirty PM. At three thirty, I get to leave this pathetic sham of a bio-sphere – high school – and join my new world, a true world, the real world. With real people, not these *bleep*ing milk-fed shit-sheep moulded into feeble people form. Real people, with real jobs, real lives, not plastic Disney pop-up pictures fairytales like my school peers. Perhaps I would be called a bitter little emo kid, who thinks they hate their parents. Well, that is not me.
I, Paige Lancaster, do hate my parents. Traitors who never believed in me. My parents abandonned me in spirit, so I threw myself out to deny them that sick pleasure. I moved in with my second cousin, Lucinda, and took her surname to further distance myself from my parents. I may have their filthy conformist pig blood, but the whole world doesn't need to know it.
The half-past finally arrives, and the floodgates open. Barbie and Ken doll wannabes, blissfully chatting and walking together so ignorantly, not knowing how devoid of substance they are. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and I stalk off toward the dark green Lancer doubleparked in the teachers' carpark. Luci's leaning out of the window sucking on one of her beloved stuyvesant filter cigarettes. Sitting in the front passenger set is her boyfriend Vince, and her mates Felix and Seth sloped in the backseat.
I throw my bag in the boot and take the middle seat between the two boys. Felix lazily leans forward and turns up the stereo as Luci carelessly swings the car out of the parking area. The familiar lyrics blare out of the deep bassy speakers ...
We are, we are the shaken, we are the monsters, underneath your bed ...
I feel an affinity for the lyrics. I am shaken, and I am a monster, although I refuse to stay tucked away, like under a bed. But what of it? As Luci lights up another stuyve, Vince takes a swig from a bottle of midori that he procured from under the seat, and Seth stares through his greasy mane at the traffic while Felix twiddles with the car stereo, I know that I'm with my own kind. Misfits. Monsters. Monsters in the real world. Real Monsters.
Luci finally pulls into 13A Closeberry Court; residence of one Lucindar Lancaster, Vincent Winchelsea, Felix Rophel, and now myself; Paige Lancaster. These people are my new family, and this is my new home.
I head inside with the others and throw my bag into my bedroom of two weeks. There are clothes on the floor, the bed is unmade, and my desk is a mess. I don't care. My parents did though, and I smirk at the thought of their reaction. I head back out to the others, to see what tonight's plans will get us into.
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Oct 14, 08 at 6:50pm ^re: "In Too Deep" [15+ advised, language] : My first story here
An excellent start in my opinion, the swearing in there allows most people who would read things properly (not just glimpse at it and move on as some lazy buggers do as a general thing), to be able to tell the frustration Paige has against her parents, you can tell she is definately a teenager from her attitude (again the swearing) and the friends she hangs out with, I like the way Paige thinks her self a monster among the average people and I eagerly await part two, keep it up.
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Oct 15, 08 at 12:02pm ^re: "In Too Deep" [15+ advised, language] : My first story here
Part two coming right up ...
Chapter 2: "Sixteen"
The evening is dark and balmy, just the way everyone tends to prefer it. Because of the fair weather, they decide to drag a bunch of chairs and the sofa outside in the carport between 13A and 13B. We all have a few drinks, vodka, lemon and soda being the favoured drink of the day. A cloud of cigarette smoke hangs over our little gathering, and conversations fly thick and fast.
I hear Gabriel, one of the gay guys from 13B, debating with Felix.
"Mechanical Animals was by far Marilyn Manson's best album," he says defiantly.
"No way," argues Felix. "Antichrist Superstar any day of the week."
Meanwhile, Luci and Rowan discuss the local nightclub scene.
"Sick is such an overrated club." Luci tells Rowan, Gabriel's boyfriend.
"Yeah, but where else are decent bands going to play in this hole?" Rowan complains.
"What are you all whining about?" I say to them. "You can at least get into clubs!"
"I forgot you were still only sixteen!" Vince laughs. He's so drunk that he falls of his chair, still cackling madly.
"Yeah, when do you graduate?" Seth asks. Everyone murmurs in agreement of the question.
"About two years." I reply, poking my tongue out and rolling my eyes.
"That's *bleep*ed," says Syd, Felix's little brother who also lives at 13B. "'Though year eleven is the bludgiest. Wait til you get to year twelve ..." He trails off and shudders.
The conversation naturally progresses on, getting more and more ridiculous as everyone has more to drink. The ashtray begins to pile up with more little orange butts. I've had a little to drink myself and the voices start to blur around me, so reflect upon my own thoughts ... How my school peers would be so super jealous if they saw how cool my friends – my roommates – are, and if they could see what I do instead of hanging out with my stupid parents. In spite of myself, I can't help but think I am so much more awesome than everyone else at my school! I giggle at little, even the words in my head sound stupid. Although having observed Seth and Syd drunken headbutting competition, I decide to say the words out loud. Vince falls of his chair again, and Luci lets out a laugh so loud that she coughs her stuyve into her vodka.
"Oh my god!" Rowan exclaims. "You totally didn't say that!"
I grin bashfully, and he leans over and ruffles my hair. Gabe leans over and presses a thick handrolled cigarette in between my lips.
"Just go with it, drag until you feel it burn in the back of your throat," he urges.
I look around, everyone watching expectantly and eargerly. This is it. I can prove myself. I will prove myself. This is my chance to step up from being Luci's schoolgirl cousin to being one of them. I suck on the paper tube until I feel that burning sensation Gabe decribed. I exhale the thick grey white smoke and wait. I stifle a giggle. I start giggling uncontrollably. I just keep laughing and laughing and laughing. Everyone laughs with me ... or at me? Everything distorts ... objects grow and shrink, the walls inhale and exhale deeply, while the floor spins and blurs beneath my feet ... fade to black ...
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Oct 20, 08 at 10:56am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Heavy strong language, heavy drug use, graphic sex scene]: Final chapter added; C&C please
Chapter 3: "James"
I wake up the next morning. My head feels light, and it's throbbing, my mouth is dry and my eyes sting as the mid-morning sun shoots a beam of searing golden light through the chink in my curtains. Mid-morning?!! I check my digital clock. 10:24. Bollocks. And today's a school day.
*bleep* it all, I'm late, I'm late, so what I think to myself. I throw on my school uniform and slope into the kitchen to find some Nurofen and berocca, where I see Luci getting ready for work.
"Yer runnin' bit late aren't you?" Luci mumbles, an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth. "Man, that joint last night took you out like a *bleep*in' light ey."
"Yeah ..." I reply absently, gathering my books while waiting for my berocca to dissolve. Intro calculus, Cloudstreet, microeconomics ... Stupid subjects, irrelevant in the real world. But now's not the time to reflect upon the futility of public schooling. Now's the time to work on an excuse for being late for school.
"Hurry up and I'll give you a lift," shouts Luci, revving her engine. I dash outside and throw myself into the front passenger seat.
We drive down the streets in silence, and I take the time to reflect upon my cousin. Luci's my ultimate idol; she's training to be a piercer, and she always wears the most awesome clothes- today it's a lime green leopard print mini-dress and a pair of Demonia platform shoes. She's heavily pierced of course, but heavily scarred as well. Her parents were probably stupid and lame like mine too. I mean, I never cut myself, but my parents stifled my creativity as well. She can drink any of the guys under the table, and stuyves are like an extension of her own hand. Her green and black dreads frame her white face, and underneath her thick black glasses are grey and black lined eyes. She's so awesome.
"This is it?" Luci turns to me. We're outside North Street SHS, my school.
"Yeah, thanks for the lift!" I reply, and she turns around and drives off, tyres screeching.
I saunter up to the receptionist's office to get a yellow slip for being late. There's no-one in there, so I sit back in the cushy chairs and enjoy the aircon. Suddenly, the door bursts open.
Mr. Hoarse shoves a cocky looking blonde boy into the office.
"James, this needs to stop, TODAY!" Hoarsey shouts hollers at him. I guess that guy is James then. I pretend not to watch.
"They're aren't mine though, honest sir!" James says, mockingly, waving a pack of Benson and Hedges 8s in Hoarsey's face. The colour in the deputy principal's face turns to that of an overripe strawberry.
"FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST, YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE, BOY?!! SMOKING CIGARETTES ON SCHOOL GROUNDS IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN!! YOU ARE SERIOUSLY IN IT THIS TIME VANDERSCAP!!" I watch as the big blue vein in his temple swells bigger and bigger. James gives a cheeky grin and bites his lip to stop himself laughing. He tosses the smokes on the receptionist's desk and pats the seething deputy on the shoulder.
"See you round sir, send the angry letter to the usual PO Box," he says jauntily, before strutting out of the office. Mr. Hoarse turns to me.
"And you? You're late?" he spits, scribbling out a yellow slip and throwing it at me. I make a hasty exit and head off the economics.
I take a seat at the back of the class, a desk down from James. I never knew he was in my class. I watch him for a bit as Mr. Ockering rambles on and on about a concept that I don't quite understand. Despite the performance in the office earlier, James concentrates on his work, not the rambling. I notice that he's a chapter ahead of us. As he reads, he keeps flicking that long blonde fringe out of his face. Kinda cute I think. The way he wears a white dress shirt instead of the school uniform, the skinny black jeans and the purple Doc Marten boots. Every so often, he pokes his tongue out to play with his lip ring. How did I miss him before?
Eventually, the hours passes and the bell rings. Lunchtime. I run up to James. And tap him on the shoulder. He twirls around, startled.
"Uh, can I help you?" he says. His voice is smooth, not husky or raspy like what I'll expect from a smoker.
"I saw you in economics today," I stammer. His hazel eyes glow even greener in the harsh sunlight, staring right into mine. "I was wondering if you could give me some tutoring." He flicks that fringe out of his face.
"K," he replies. "But first tip: stop paying attention in class, and work through the curriculum yourself. I've seen you there, trying to take in a work he's saying. Futile." He gives me a smug smirk. "But I will tutor you, if you really want me to ... see you this arvo here." He struts off again. I watch as he turns the corner and disappears into the crowds. The sheep. And I know he's something different. A wolf amongst sheep.
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Oct 26, 08 at 4:54am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Heavy strong language, heavy drug use, graphic sex scene]: Final chapter added; C&C please
Chapter 4: "Pills"
When I go to meet James, he's already waiting there, a cigarette idly smouldering between his fingers. A couple of preppy year eight girls walk past and sarcastically cough and hack at the smoke. James flicks the still smouldering butt at them, and smirks at the small singe mark on one of the girl's skirts.
"C'mon, come back to mine, and I guess we'll uhh ... 'study'," he says, smirking again. We walk down to the bus stop, and I try to catch glance of him close up. Up close, he's not so cute anymore. He's kinda weedy, a skinny emo goth boy build. His face is more angular and pointed, with a slightly hooked nose, and the fringe rather ineffectively hides a sallow complexion dotted with blackheads that you could only see up close. That's the bensons work there I think to myself.
James stops outside a McMansion on Kitson Loop. It's a far cry from the units and duplexes round the lower end of town.
"Yeah, my parents are pretty loaded." James waves it off.
"If you don't like it, you should move out. I moved out of my parents' place." I say, trying to match his bravado. James lets out a snicker.
"Ha! And pass this up? Bullshit. My parents feel so bad about working so much that they'll buy me just about anything. Including a carton of these a fortnight." James waves a blue and gold ciggie packet in the air. Shot down. He beckons for me to come inside.
The house isn't what I expect. There's no family pictures, or any of that stupid sentimental shit. The house is decorated very modernly, with complimenting shades of beige and turquoise. *bleep*ing bourgeios. Stark contrast to the dopey lovey crap that my parents spread around their house.
James kicks open his door, to reveal a split level room. The walls of the lower half are adorned with posters of typical emo bands; My Chemical Romance, AFI, Aiden, I Am Ghost, and the odd HIM or Marilyn Manson banner. Designer clothes lie in a crumpled heap on the floor, some with the tags still left on. I admire his attitude toward the material shit that his parents force upon him.
"Come to the upper level," he calls out, halfway up the little stairway. "This is my private... santuary." His ubiquitous grin spreads across his face again. Without a second thought, I follow him.
I poke my head up into the loft and gasp.
It's a drug den.
The first thing I notice is the big ziplock bag filled with pills. James pulls out a smaller bag, with just one pill in it. He opens it up and chops the pill in half with a razor blade. He drops half of the pill into his mouth, and swallows. He smirks. I eye off the other half warily.
"It's just an eccy." James tells me reassuringly. And in the blink of an eye, without a second thought, I swallow it. I smirk back at him.
"That wasn't so hard," he says, grinning. "Now I have a proposition for you."
I just look at him. I can't stop smiling, and I feel restless.
"You see that bag? I'm selling those pills. It's too easy. Fifty bucks a pop. And you're going to help me."
"Where do you sell them?"
"At school. Kids love em. Gives em a wicked buzz. And don't say anything, this is how it works.
You get a normal looking notebook right? And you write in a random subject on the cover." He picks up an A5 notebook, with 'Science' scrawled on the cover in big black letters. "It looks like you're giving them study notes, see? Then you open it up, and tape in one of these." He sticky tapes in a tiny plastic bag with a single pill in the middle. "So no-one can see the actual pill there. Then they give you a notebook with fifty dollars back. They're 'returning' the notes that they borrowed last time. Get it?" I nod. "Good. Remember, they give you their book first. Always check for the right money before handing over the other one. The money has to be there in full. No I-owe-you's, no pay you back later, cash upfront only. No money, no eccy. Got it?" I nod vigourously. He chucks me about ten notebooks and an old phone.
"Only carry books that you know you're offloading on the day. The phone has a SIM number that a bunch of kids know. They'll text you for pills. They have to go through me before they go through you. Only give it to kids who ask for 'James's study notes', k?" I nod again.
"Got it. But why me? Why'd you choose me for this?" James smirks.
"Cos you're low key. I've been watching you. I was just waiting for an opportunity to meet you. No-one notices you, you kinda blend in. No-one would suspect you of selling pills." He sits back, smirking broader than ever.
"It's getting late, I'd better go." I reply, placing the books and the phone into my schoolbag.
"Thought you didn't live with your 'rents, no curfew?" James stares into me.
"I don't wanna miss the earlier bus." I reply, poking my tongue out, stepping out of the loft.
I run out of the house and down the street, mulling over what James said. No way do I blend into the crowd! I'm so different to them! I mean, I actually hang around with real goths, not the plastic emo barbie ones! He doesn't know anything! I think angrily.
My thoughts are stopped short by the bus pulling up. I step on, and look around. There's a boy up the back just staring at me. Freak. I shake my head and address the driver.
"One student to Reiding Street Station please."
I drop the money into the drivers hang and grab my ticket, taking a seat not to near the back seat. The creepy guy keeps staring at me. I ignore him, and the bus takes off down the road.
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Nov 2, 08 at 6:19am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Language, mild drug use] : Chapter 4 added, comments wanted please!
Chapter 5: "Allender"
The next couple of days passed as usual, with one exception of course. The pills and the money. I never knew how many kids at the shitty school wanted to get high. Day in, day out, I got sent messages; "hey i need james study notes 4 this weekend plz", "hi my m8 wants me 2 get sum of james study notes 4 him", and so forth. Notebooks exchanged hands, and the money went straight into me and James's wallets. Too easy. I'd sell the pills, and give James half the profits. I was making $500 a week easily, and I could rake in up to $300 alone on a really good Friday, especially if there was a big party happening on the weekend.
It worked out well at home too. So as long as James got $25 per pill I sold, it meant that I could technically get them for $25 a pop. And naturally, I sold pills to Luci, Vince, and the rest of the gang for the discounted price. Sometimes they sold them onto other partygoers and clubbers at an inflated price, sometimes they took the pills themselves. Finally things were going my way. I had an income, and I was popular with people worth being popular with.
Every Monday I'd go to James's place to buy more pills to sell, and this Monday was no different.
"I scored some pot, you wanna get baked?" James asked one afternoon. So we went up into the loft, I tossed my weekly payment onto the little table he had, and he set up a bucket bong. He flicked his lighter and lit the cone. He removed the cone and quickly sucked in the think white steam, before exhaling heavily. He grinned dopily, losing some of his usual cheekiness. I did the same, trying not to choke on the vapour. I grin back at him.
"So when did you start taking pills?" I ask James.
"I knew this guy at school, he got some for me. He knew a bunch of guys. I needed something to keep me going, y'know? My parents kept sending me to psyches and all this bullshit cos they thought I wasn't coping with me being a teenager, while Dad was running for office and Mum was going back to work." He lights up a cigarette and drags deeply. "So yeah. Then I discovered that I tend to get very talkative when I'm on pills." I recalled how fast and eagerly he was talking when he set me up selling pills. "I used to take eccies before I went to see my shrink. It drove them insane, I'd just talk and talk and talk, about complete and utter bullshit. It was *bleep*ing brilliant. I started doing it all the time, like when I had to go and see Mr. Hoarse about something." He blows a mouthful of smoke into the air.
"Were you on pills the day I met you?"
"Nah. I've kinda laid off of em since I started selling more. Plus, you know, ice cream scoops to the brain." James lights another cone.
"I should get going, I got some lousy biology thesis to write." I start to climb out of the loft, and he chucks me a bag of pills. I stuff them in my bag, and dopily wander down the street.
I get to the bus stop just in time to see the old 672 chug down the road. Bollocks.
I go to check the time table in the stand to see when the next bus to Reid Street gets in, and notice that the creepy goth boy who stares me down every Monday is heading right for me. I start to walk away. I'm not interested.
I spin around and he's standing there before me. His chin length black hair falls gracefully into his deep dark eyes, which contrast dramatically with his clear pale skin. He's not too tall, nor short, with a lean frame. He has tiny spikes on the end of his snikebite piercings.
"I've been noticing you around this area an awful lot lately," he says smoothly. "You don't live here."
"How do you know?" I retort.
"It's quicker to get to Reid Street if you walk a little further in the opposite direction and around the corner, take the 623." I blushed. This guy isn't creepy, he's just a jerk.
"Plus everyone around here goes to Sterling College, not North Street Senior." I see that he's wearing the private school uniform. The white collar shirt and black dress pants seem suit him.
"My friend doesn't go to Sterling, and he lives here."
"Hmm ... James used to go to Sterling. I didn't know he was going to North Street now ..."
"How do you kn-" He cut me off.
"Anyway, what brings you to these parts?" He stares me down.
"James is my mate from school, and he's ..." I desperately search for an excuse. "Tutoring me."
The goth guy stares me down some more.
The next bus pulls in. We both get on.
"One to Reid Street please ..." I murmur, dropping the change onto the edge of the driver's cab. I grab my ticket and lok for an empty seat. The goth guy puts his hand on my shoulder
"By the way Paige ..." I turn, startled. He knows my name, I think, half shocked, half flattered.
"My name is Allender."
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Nov 2, 08 at 10:18am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Language, more drug use] : Chapter 5 added, please post C&C!
Wow, excellent read.
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Nov 2, 08 at 10:33am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Language, more drug use] : Chapter 5 added, please post C&C!
Thank-you! I'm glad someone likes it, I've been jotting ideas for more plotlines, but the lack of comments has made me wonder if this is worth writing. So thanks!
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Nov 3, 08 at 5:30am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Language, more drug use] : Chapter 5 added, please post C&C!
A love story intertwined in drug dealing... Amazing.
There is so many directions you could take it in....
You could add other drug dealers to the mix and test Paiges loyalty to James.
You could add in a police factor to rock the foundation of her life.
Thats why the drugdealing element is so enthralling. Cause when things go bad things go very very bad.
Somthing tells me a fraction of this comes from what you know.
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Nov 3, 08 at 8:35am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Language, more drug use] : Chapter 5 added, please post C&C!
Very nice, love the whole gritty factor. Feel its kind of odd Paige hasn't made a move on James yet though.
Still I'm sure there's a lot of drama on the way.
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Nov 3, 08 at 9:42am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Language, more drug use] : Chapter 5 added, please post C&C!
With the James/Paige love plotline, I contemplated that, but because he's a smoker his hair and skin's all horrible so she's shallow enough to not go after him because of that Teenagers, huh? I have another teen love plot on the way though.
BTW, thanks for all the encouragement, hopefully chapter 6 will be up tonight and 7 underway
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Nov 3, 08 at 11:40am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Language, more drug use] : Chapter 5 added, please post C&C!
Chapter 6: "Party"
I walk onto the school grounds the next morning, the same as every day, and go to meet up with James before school starts. As I head up through the quad, two plastic little emo wannabe goth girls head up to me.
"Hi," says one of them. She has dark red hair halfway down her back, overdone mascara, and fishnet gloves on. Her friend has black hair pulled into two ponytails, black rubber bracelets all up her arms and a nose stud. *bleep*ing emo kids.
"What do you even want?" I sneer at them, getting ready to walk off. The girl with the nose stud blocks off my path.
"I'm Willow, and this is Raven," she says.
"We were wondering, if we could like, hang with you and junk," adds Raven.
"Cos like everyone around here is so lame, it could be super cool if we could hang around someone like you." Willow finishes.
*bleep*ing teeny-gothers, I think to myself. Though it could be fun taking on a couple of protégés.
"Fair enough." I tell them. "I guess it's better than two more plastic normals in this shit school."
The girls look pleased with themselves. The bell rings, and we head off to class.
I have economics, and sit up the back with James as always. And as always, we do our own thing instead of listening to Ockering ramble on about production curves, interspersed with rants about how wrong Karl Marx was, and how the collapse of the Soviet Union was about a century too late.
"Saw you with those two girls early this morning," whispers James.
"Yeah, they're ok. Kinda tryhards, but you know, could be fun training them up to be real goths."
"Whatever floats your boat. By the way, there's this massive kiddy party this weekend, they're desperate for eccies, so if you run out let me know, k? Serious dosh this weekend!"
I half-heartedly scribble down some notes for the rest of the period, copy some of James's, before heading out to recess. The rest of the day passes uneventfully, save for a massive punch-up at lunchtime and Derek Harding losing a molar, and before I know it, I'm back on the bus home.
I walk inside to be greeted with the familiar scent of stuyves, vodka, and midori. Luci's home early from work, but Vince is still out. Felix is home, and Seth and Syd are over too. I could hear Guitar Hero blasting down the street.
"I see the red door and I want to paint it black," the game blares from the speakers. Felix and Seth hit the buttons on the plastic controllers furiously, both determined to win. Syd takes a swig from a bottle of Smirnoff and punches the air in time with the music. Luci's at her computer, stuyve smouldering away, playing DotA.
"*bleep*ing hell Rowan!" Luci hollers out. I assume that Rowan's home next door, playing against her, and winning. Luci takes another nip of midori and waits for her character to come back to life. She spins the chair around to turn to me.
"How was school?"
"Eh, kid lost a tooth in a fight." I go to grab a double black from the fridge. Luci chuckles.
"*bleep*in' 'ell a tooth now? Christ, I remember when you'd get sent home if you got a blood nose or a black eye or summat, and now youse kids are *bleep*in' losing teeth!" She turns back to the game, only to find that Rowan's already won. I hear a "Yeah I win! Booyah!" from next door.
"Eh, I'll beat him next round," mutters Luci, lighting another stuyve. "Oi, Syd, you coming to Alex's open house this weekend?"
"*bleep* yeah!" Syd comes to life, slopping vodka down his front.
"Party?" I say. Maybe I can get in. Sure beats the shitty one I'd be supplying for.
"Yeah, it's pretty open, Alex is usually pretty good, he only calls the coppers when someone he hates rocks up," Felix tells me. I don't even know who Alex is, but it sure could be fun to throw Willow and Raven in the deep end.
"Hell yeah, you should come and get your first taste of an actual real party," laughs Luci, ruffling my hair.
I go into my room and chuck my bag down in the corner. I may as well go. I got nothing else on this weekend, and set about choosing an outfit.
As per usual, I head up the grassy quad before school,with Willow and Raven tagging along.
"You gotta smoke?" Willow asks Raven. Raven gets out half a packet of Pall Mall menthols. Whatever you can get when your that age I guess.
"Let's go smoke em at lunch!" Raven says enthusiastically.
"So, you girls got anything on this weekend?" I ask innocently.
"Mmm, we were like going to go to that party. I heard that Hamish Miller might be bringing some pills." Raven replies.
"Why do you want to know?" Willow asks.
"I gotta better party going on. It's open, so I can get you in easy. There's going to be plenty of booze, and I guarantee you that there will be pills," I boast.
"No way!" they both exclaim. The morning bell rings. I smirk at them and head off to class.
I catch up with James later and tell him about the Alex party.
"Forget it, I'm going to the kiddy party to spruik more pills, I got a little pot left, I'm going to chop it with some cheap tobacco and sell em off as joints. Plus all the lolly water I can drink," James brags.
"Suit yourself." I reply. I'm going to go and have some real fun, instead of chaperoning with James.
The days remaining until Saturday night blur into one unremarkable haze. But Saturday arrives, and we all head off to the party. I feel pretty awesome dressed up in a black strappy dress with buckles and zips, my face painted white and black, and wearing a pair of Luci's Demonia boots. Luci's dressed to impress in a pyschobilly minidress and corset, and a pair of boots as well.
The cab pulls into the address. It's a pretty standard house for this part of town- further down Reid Street, working class area, smallish house, big backyard. There's cars everywhere, a bonfire out the back. Luci and Vince head off to see some people they know. I wave to Gabe and Rowan, both dress in head to toe vinyl. They wink back at me, before making out again. This is so awesome. Raven and Willow look terrified.
That's when I see Allender.
"You made it then," he says, smirking a little.
"Luci told me about the party." I poke my tongue out at him.
"Still, you made it." He's looking rather dapper in a pinstripe Tripp shirt and a pair of black cargo pants. He's decorated his left eye to look like something out of A Clockwork Orange.
I walk inside the house, filled with smoke. There's a bucket in the laundry, and everyone's snorting lines in the dining room. There's a couple of guys deep in conversation in the living room, who stop talking and glare at me when I look at them. I turn away. Some guy and his girlfriend walk out of the hallway dazed and euphoric, track marks up his arm. Best avoid the bedrooms.
Outside, around the fire, everyone's drinking. Syd has his arms around Raven and Willow, who look more relaxed after a few drinks. I decide to keep an eye on Syd ... at least for a while. Until I get too intoxicated. Felix and Seth are both bonging beer. I watch as Seth promptly throws his up. Gross. Everyone's chanting for him to take five shots of Jagermeister now. I shake my head, and go and join in with the drinking.
I come to the next morning. I'm on the sofa in the living room of the part house. I see Luci, Vince, and Allender sitting next to me.
"Welcome back," chirps Luci. She seems immune to the hangover that everyone else has showing in their faces.
"Eurgh ... where are the girls?" I mumble.
"*bleep*ing hell, lightweights!! They were so out of it!" Vince laughs. "But they're ok. We told Syd that we'd press charges if he did anything to them. What are they, 12?"
"14 I think ..."
"Paige, have this." Luci hands me a Berroca drink and a fried bacon sandwich. "We're going to go and help Alex clean up." Luci bounces off outside, Vince winces and slopes off with her, wearing a pair of giant fly sunglasses.
I'm left alone with Allender.
"Why are you looking so healthy?" I grumble.
"I don't drink at parties." Allender replies. "I take care of people too drunk to take care of themselves. I called them both taxis. They'll be fine. Anyway, I must be off ... Although I want to meet up with you on Monday ... Meet me at the bus stop. It would be severely in your best interest to do so Paige." He kisses my hand like a gentleman. I feel it tingle all the way up my arm.
"Sure ..." I giggle like a schoolgirl.
He turns and leaves. Luci and Vince come back inside.
"C'mon Paige, our cab is here."
We get in the cab, and head back to Closeberry Court. My head is spinning, and it's not just the hangover.
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Nov 4, 08 at 12:21am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Language, more drug use] : Chapter 6 added and it's a long one; please post C&C!
I love how there is a timelapse after the Jagermeister.
Sombody knows there shit.
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Nov 7, 08 at 11:24am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Language, more drug use] : Chapter 6 added and it's a long one; please post C&C!
I do know my shit. This is may be a work of fiction, but various aspects are based on what I know from experience or other people's experience. Disclaimer: Any drug reactions depicted are based on those of my own and should not be taken for gospel! What works for me may not work for you!
Chapter 7: "Serious"
The bell rang in the middle of class. "All students are to call to the student hall immediately for an emergency assembly!"
My stupid classmates looked at each other blankly. Mr. Hoarse's voice blared over the PA again.
"There shall now be an emergency assembly in the student hall. All students are required to attend!"
We all walked down to the big old building next to the school, where there was usually formal presentations and graduations. If it was for a whole school assembly, this was prolly pretty big. I looked around for James, so I'd have someone to talk to during the boring rant that Hoarsey was likely to give. I couldn't see him anywhere. Oh well.
I took a seat toward the back. There was a massive display up front, a projection of one of a young male student, and some bouquets. A middle-aged couple – I guess his parents – looked teary eyed.
Oh here we go, I thought. Another student has gone and wrapped his parents car around a tree. Probably drunk, and without a license. And now we make him into a heroic martyr.
The actual principal of the school, Mr. Brunswick, took to the microphone. I rolled my eyes. Normally Mr. Hoarse does these things. I guess this kid was real popular.
"Today, we farewell one of out students. You may have known him. He was a student in the ninth grade, only 14. Today, we gather to say goodbye to Hamish Miller." Where do I know that name?
"Hamish was a happy and active member of our student boy, willing to help out his fellow student. His cheeky smile and love of sports made him one of the most well-liked of your peers." Brunswick paused. "Tragically, on Saturday night, Hamish took a risk. It was a risk that cost him his life."
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he went hooning around in daddy's car.
"Hamish took an ecstasy tablet."
I suddenly felt very queasy. I could feel the blood drain out of my face.
"Sadly, by the time the paramedics arrived, it was too late. Hamish had suffered a cardiac arrest."
Brunswick rambled some more about Hamish's life. I sat there, stunned. Then I remembered what Raven had told me ... "Hamish Miller might be bringing some pills." Eccies. Of course. I felt physically ill. Had Hamish bought them off of me? Or James? Or anybody? Brunswick's next words brought me back to Earth.
"Unfortunately, it is often tragedies like this which make us realise the dangers of drugs. Ecstasy is a dangerous and illegal drug. It is not safe. You never know what could be in it. And we urge all of you today to not let Hamish's death be in vain. Ecstasy kills." But it was his next words that struck fear deep into my heart.
"Ecstasy is illegal to possess or sell, and especially on school grounds. Disturbingly, we have substantial evidence that Hamish Miller had bought ecstasy off one of our own North Street Senior High School students. The student shall be dealt with accordingly."
At this point, I could hear a commotion outside I turned around and looked out of the back window. Two police officers had James handcuffed, and were dragging him away to the car. He was grinning like a maniac. He made eye contact with me through the window, winked and mouthed "Hi Paige!" He lifted up his tongue to reveal a small white pill. I smiled to myself. Oh what fun the police would have when they took him in for questioning!
There was a minute silence to remember Hamish. To plan my escape. I needed to ditch the eccies. I needed to go clean. I didn't want to be the top dealer at school. No way. James had killed a kid. This was it. Flee the sinking ship. James was the captain, he was going down, and no way was I going with him. *bleep* this shit.
The hall was dismissed. I grabbed my bag thought about running off. Where would I go? Allender! Of course, he'd know what to do. I'd just look into his beautiful eyes and the answers would be in their deep dark depths. I decided to lay low for the rest of the day. It worked. Three thirty finally came, and I went to the bus stop to meet Allender.
I waited and waited. Finally, at five thirty PM, he arrived.
"James got arrested!" I blurted out.
"Mmm, I gathered. I saw the cop cars around his house earlier. I'm guessing that he's going away for a long time judging by that stash." Allender said this such a casual air that I almost thought that everyone was overreacting.
"Shame really. That'll put a real kink in his father's plans."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Well, his father's running for council re-election. And boy Vanderscap gets put away for, oh, let's call it a year in juvenile hall for that mother load of MDMA. He's up the proverbial shit creek." Allender smiled. "I knew this would happen sooner or later."
The bus pulled in.
"Two to Northern Heights Station please," said Allender. I was nervous. I'd never been all the way to Northern Heights Housing Estate before. It had the infamous reputation of being on of the dodgiest areas in town. And Allender was going there?
"Two forty," the bus driver said, putting the bus into gear. We took our seats and the bus took off.
"So you do know James then?"
"Yeah, he went to Sterling College until he got expelled for smoking on school grounds. I knew him well. In fact, I was the one who originally set him up to buy pills. He was having so much trouble dealing with his parents working 50 hour weeks and then going off on weekends, and he wanted something to mask his depression. So I scored him some ecstasy, just to brighten him up a little. I never would have dreamed that the two halves of his egotistical brain would get together and figure out that he could sell them. He had too much pride, too much bravado, to ever get away with it. And I'd watch him get high. Tragic stuff. It's probably a good thing that he got arrested, before he ended up OD'ing himself into a coma." Allender says this with a weary air. I guess he'd been there every time James had *bleep*ed up. I have so many questions to ask him- about James, about drugs, about how he knows me ...
"I suppose you want to know how I know so much about you then?" Allender asks, out of the blue.
"Well, yeah ... I never even said anything to you."
"I've been watching you, overheard you and James talking. I knew from day one that your name is Paige and that you're selling pills. Maybe if you were more careful, I wouldn't be taking you here."
The bus pulls into the station.
"End of the line," the bus driver says. "Northern Heights."
I step off the bus with Allender and look around. It's just like on the telly. I remember the bus station scenery from when that guy got stabbed in the kidney ... the chipped paint, the splintery benches, and bitchumen as far as the eye can see. The security office with it's barred door ... that was on telly as well, but it looks like the bus route map has been repaired; on the news, it was shown with a huge crack through the middle and covered in profane graffiti.
"C'mon," Allender mumbles, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. A couple of totally wasted derro guys come up to us.
"Ehh, youse got a shmoke?" the first one slurs, swaying a little. Allender hands him one, and one to his friend.
"Fanks mate," the other one replies drunkenly. He fumbles with his lighter, and Allender marches off.
"So, you live here or something?" I ask warily, trying to break the uneasy silence.
"I live up near James's place. My parents are overseas, volunteer work immunising kiddies in Africa or something. Real pillars of the community. They think I'm mature enough to hold down the fort. Which I guess I am. I sleep there when I have nowhere else to go. No, I just come here to visit ... friends." Allender keeps his pace, and I have to walk fast to keep up with him. I look around at the community.
Northern Heights used to be a public housing estate until it was sold by the government to a private developer. The developer realised that it was only marginally profitable, and the whole area fell into disarray. Now it's mostly inhabited by drug dealers, thieves who sell stolen goods, and other undesirables. I remember a house from the news, where a girl was raped and murdered. The house is still covered in tape, sectioned off by police.
Eventually we reach a house with a tall wire fence and a gate which is clumsily chained and padlocked shut. There's a number of cars in the carport and yard, some with tyre locks on them. The hinge on the gate is broken, and Allender pushes it open. He walk around the back, disregarding the "Beware of Dog" sign. Out on the back porch, a giant rottweiler snoozes in the sun. I freeze over. This dog was surely going to sick us!
"Hello Puppy," says Allender, patting the dog's giant black head. I guess that's its name. He gets up and stretches his head up, letting Allender scratch him under the chin. Puppy's tail wags furiously. The door bursts open. A gothic girl with a septum piercing and tattooed arms brushes her spiky black hair out of her pale face.
"Alright Allender," she says hoarsely. She's wearing a pair of giant black boots and a tight black minidress, and absolutely reeks of vodka and cigarettes, but seems perfectly sober. She leans down the the little fridge near the door and pulls out a Fairy Bomb drink.
"Who's yer friend here?"
"This is Paige. Paige, this is Tara."
Tara flicks her head up, presumably as a way of greeting. She rolls a cigarette and I peek at the packet; she smokes Stuyvesant tobacco.
"C'mon inside," she says. We all walk inside, the wire door slamming behind us.
She leads us into the living room. There's a bucket set up on the table in the middle of the room. Tara gestures around the room. There's a tall olive-skinned guy wearing a leather trench coat, with long unkempt black hair and both eyebrows pierced; a super skinny girl with short white dreadlocks pulled into a messy ponytail and cheek piercings, lazily draped across an armchair in a tatty grey singlet and a black denim miniskirt that shows off a surface bar under her navel; and finally, a super pale skeletal guy with long black dreads, and three spikes poking out from a little black goatee. Tara introduces them.
"This is Dmitry, Ivy, and Rik. Guys, this is Paige."
They all murmur hellos and Ivy even lifts her hand to wave. Rik seems to use tremendous effort to get up.
"You going on a smoke run?" Rik asks Tara. She stares down at him and sighs.
"K," she replies. "Who's in?" Everyone looks in their respective cigarette packets, and passes Tara their money.
"Take Paige with you," Rik says, looking straight at me. "Allender and I have business to discuss."
"Can I take the Commodore?" Tara asks hopefully. Rik sighs, and throws her a couple of keys, marked "Lane's Comm. 1AZY3B26."
I walk out to the back with Tara. She unlocks the clamp on the tyre, and gets in. I get into the passenger seat with her. She revs the engine and backs out at record speed. She's a more maniac driver than Luci! Tara makes conversation, something I wasn't expecting.
"So I hear that you know Luci Lancaster?"
"Yeah, she's my cousin, I live with her now."
"She still with Vince Winchelsea huh? Man, they were together all through high school and everything. I couldn't stay down to one guy like that, ey."
We pull into the Tescoles supermarket carpark, and make our way up to the shop. It's way up the other end.
"You smoke anything?"
"Uh, I don't really smoke ..."
We wait at the front counter before a little pleb checkout girl finally serves us. I read her namebadge - "Mel". Tara rattle off what seems to be a shopping list of smokes.
"Dunhill chilled, Peter Jackson original 20 pack, Benson classics, Marlboro reds ... no that one's up a little ..." Tara rolls her eyes. "A pouch of Stuyvesant tobacco, some Tally-ho papers, super-slim filters."
Mel puts all the cigarettes on the counter. Tara peers over the cabinet, looking at the supervisor behind the service counter.
"Umm, do you have some ID?" Mel asks. Tara looks at her in disgust.
"I beg your pardon?" Tara spits at the poor girl.
"I-I have to ask f-for ID if you l-lock under tw-wenty five," she stutters.
"I don't give a *bleep*! Get me your manager!" Tara barks. Mel scurries off around the corner, and another girl, a few years older comes around, massaging her temples in frustration.
"Sorry, how can I help- oh hey Tara!" the new girl exclaims.
"'Sup Abbey!" Tara grins. "Hope I didn't freak your little pleb out too much."
"Nah, I can't stand that little piss midget anyway," Abbey replies, putting the smokes through the till for us.
"Ah, I love tormenting your staff. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that we scored the coke for you." Tara lowers her voice.
"Ah," says Abbey, equally quiet. "I'll be round later then."
"Brilliant," replies Tara, her voice normal again. "Later."
We leave the supermarket and head back to the house.
When we walk back into the living room, there's an uneasy tension. Everyone's sitting up properly, not slouching around. Everyone's deadly serious.
"Sit," commands Rik. I obey. He stares into me, across the room.
"Now then, I believe that you are – were – rather chummy with a certain James Vanderstap. Are you aware that he had quite a debt owed to us?"
Now everyone's glaring at me. I can see what's coming. I want to run. I want to jump out of this seat and run and run and run. I want to wake up and hope this is all a dream. They're going to shoot me in cold blood. Set Puppy onto me. Rape and murder me like the other poor girl from the house around the corner.
"Now that he's going away for a while, it seems that you've inherited his debt. See, in the real world, we don't make mummy and daddy cough up. We go to their next in line. And that would be you. Do you know quite how much he owed?"
I shake my head. My mouth is so dry, I can't speak.
"Ballpark figure, about ten thousand dollars."
This isn't happening, this isn't happening, I silently think to myself. I feel on the verge of tears, but I'm too numb from shock.
"I'm not unreasonable, but I want my money. So you're going to work off his debt for me, get it?"
I nod vigourously.
"You will come here when I call for you to come here. Allender will let you know, and escort you here You can go now."
Allender and I walk outside, and back to the bus station. There's an awkward silence the whole way. Finally, I explode.
"You *bleep*ing ratted on me!" Allender looks taken aback.
"Excuse me?!" Tears start to stream down my cheeks.
"You told them everything. Now I have to work for them! I can't believe what a traitor you are! I wanted to get out of this, I can't take risking any trouble, and now I have to work for real drug dealers! AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU *bleep*ING TRAITOR!" Allender looks angry and hurt.
"For a start, you got yourself into this, not me. You were the one who blindly started working for James, and now you have to take the hit for his mistakes. Maybe you should be angry at him. Secondly, do you know what they would have down to you if I hadn't negotiated hard on your behalf? They would have shot you down like a dog. They would have found where you live and shot you, and everyone in your whole *bleep*ing house. You wouldn't be alive right now I hadn't gotten Rik to go so easy on you. And yeah, working your debt off is a damn *bleep*ing generous of him. So don't *bleep*ing call me a *bleep*ing traitor you stupid bitch. I did you a *bleep*ing favour. You got into dealing drugs, and you suffer the *bleep*ing consequences. Maybe you should have stayed with your parents and worked checkouts at Tescoles like a normal teenager." Allender strides off toward the bus station. "Good *bleep*ing bye, bitch."
I stand there for a moment, before slowly walking down to the station myself. I get on the next bus to Reid Street and take in the events of the day. A kid dies from a drug I might have sold him, James gets arrested, I get threatened by a drug dealer, and have probably driven away the only person who could possibly help me now. What a day. What a *bleep*ing day.
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Nov 8, 08 at 1:00am ^re: "In Too Deep" [Note: Language, more drug use] : Chapter 7 added and it's an even longer one; C&C please
That turn of events is never fun in the drug game...
How will Paige make it out of this one?
What happens when James figures out how many counts of Man Slaughter he just earned himself?
Will Paige get a gun?
I am just filled with questions!
p.s: This is the most fun I have ever had feinding pills.
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