I looked around the room that was to be my home for the next two years. It's all right as far as rooms go, bed in the corner, desk underneath the window. I set up my pet snake's tank there, made sure he was comfortable. I peered through the class and saw him stretched out on his branch. I made a kissy face at him, like I usually do. Weird, I know, but he's like my kid, you know?

There's a bunch of boxes of my stuff which I can't be bothered to unpack now. The only items of real importance are already stashed in my wardrobe, in a clear plastic box, right at the bottom, pushed to the back. I pull a few bags out of it as I think about heading out and making some connections.

I head out the door, glancing down the corridor to my left. Weird, no one else in this area. Maybe they stuck the foreign kids on their own and there just weren't any others this year. I'm from England, so I'm hoping my accent with garner me some attention, and therefore, customers.

I've been the country about five years now, so not long enough to lose the accent, which is a good thing. People go fucking crazy for it, I don't know why. When my dad moved us out of London, we went to live with his girlfriend in Nevada. They met online after my parents divorced. Anyway, Parker loved my dad's accent, that's why she fell in love with him, or so she tells me.

I don't really care. Parker's 25. I'm 18.

I don't see my mum, she's still in London. She's a barrister for some big firm in the city. She never has time for us. When I was born, she was back at work within two weeks. My dad stayed home to look after me.

My dad's a soft soul, and couldn't take the ball breaking that my mum gave him, and especially since he never saw her, he asked for a divorce after 34 years of marriage. She gladly agreed and paid maintenance for me. She still does, actually. She doesn't have to, since I'm classed as an adult. And she paid for a fair whack of my tuition.

Most people hear all this and are baffled as to why to sell drugs. Well, rebelliousness for one. I never liked to be normal. What is normal anyway? No one at this fucking school is normal, look at this shit. There are these whiteboard slates next to each room and only one has been vandalised. Really? I took a closer look. 'Will bang 4 Jesus.'

Ugh, these girls. I bet it was some alpha bitch. Like this bitch walking towards me.

'Hi, I'm Victoria Chase,' she said, extending her hand towards me. Nice jewellery. Trust fund baby.

Who am I to talk though?

'Charley Greene,' I said, taking her hand and shaking it. Firm but not too hard, like mum taught me.

'Is that an English accent I detect?' She looks happy about it, maybe she thinks I'll add some class to this place. How wrong is she?

'Uh, yeah, London,' I find the best policy is get the city out first, lest they try to guess, which is always embarrassing. 'And no, I haven't met the Queen, or any royalty.'

She laughed, undeterred, 'Shame. You're new this semester, right?'

I nodded, taking in her outfit. Those are some expensive threads.

'What are you taking?'

Does she mean drugs? No, she means classes. 'English Lit, science, maths, nerdy shit.' I said, tapping my black framed glasses.

She laughed again. 'You know, we could always use a chance to add some class to our soirées,' she handed me a poster for some party in October. 'Come along if you'd like, you'd be very welcome.'

'Yeah, thanks,' I said, as I stuffed the paper into my pocket, 'Always need a chance to add to my client base.' If this bitch doesn't take drugs, I will be very, very surprised.

Her eyes widened slightly at my brash words, but she recovered quickly. She'd made a great barrister. 'Oh, I see, well, yes, we're no strangers that here.'

'Yeah, well this is a fucking college right? I bet everyone gets pissed at the weekend.'

She looked confused, probably because I said 'pissed'. 'Drunk,' I clarified.

'Ah.'

There's a bit of a stilted silence between us, which I was keen to disperse.

'So...I'm gonna go find something to eat,' I said, thumbing behind me. 'See you around?'

'I'm heading that way myself,' she said and I groaned inwardly. I'm really more of a loner than anything. Dealers don't have friends anyway, just acquaintances. Still, maybe I could meet some of her pals and get a hookup going. Arcadia Bay was a small town, on the sea front and those two facts equal one thing – drugs.

It actually turned out to be a good thing, Miss Thing joining me, since she knew where the canteen was, and I had no idea. There was the usual array of fried goods, chips and junk like that, and a salad bar which looked pretty inviting. I built myself a modest salad, Victoria doing the same, and we sat down where a bunch of her egocentric friends were already in attendance. That's cruel, actually. I hadn't even met the people yet and I was making judgments.

They seemed all right, as it goes, they greeted me enthusiastically after Victoria's introduction. There were two girls, one dark haired, one light haired. A really foxy blonde stopped by, all long legs and abundant energy. She didn't stay, much to my dismay, but I got her name: Dana.

There were a couple of blokes too, some stuck up looking prick called Nathan and a jock named Logan. Vic whispered to me that Dana didn't stop long because of Logan, some drama that no one knew the details of, but were desperate to find out.

If I had to guess why, I'd say it's because he's a lecherous wanker. He was flirting with Vic something chronic, even though he was getting the evil eye from that Nathan. I felt a little as though I was on set of a teenage high school drama TV show. Sweet Valley High maybe?

It must have been pissing Nathan off more than I thought, since he abruptly got up and left the table.

'What's with him?' I asked Vic, nudging her.

'Oh, don't worry abut Nate, he's fine. He's got some...family problems right now, it's getting to him a bit, I think.' she replied, her face taking on a expression of concern.

'Are you two...?' I waved my hands around to indicate a relationship.

'Oh, no, we're just very good friends,' she said, shaking her head. 'He's a good guy...people get him wrong though.'

'How so?' I questioned. I don't know why but I felt like there was more behind this guy.

'Just...you know, our dorm is named after his family, they do a lot of business here. They see him like some kind of spoiled rich kid that gets whatever he wants.'

'And he's not, right?' I said, a little sarcastically, but she didn't seem to catch it.

'Oh no, he is, like, so generous. He usually hooks us up parties. Wonder how he'll feel about a little competition.'

'Oh god, I'm not going to have to have a turf war with him, am I?' I laughed. There is no way this rich kid would be getting supplies like I would. I guessed he gets it from someone else, maybe another local friendly neighbourhood dealer. Someone I would have to meet.

Vic laughed with me and said, 'Well, I'm sure there's a lot of people that would prefer to get something from a girl rather than a guy, you know what I mean?'

I did know what she meant, and how. Girls were particularly vulnerable to laced products or sudden price increases that could only be matched with sexual favours. Sick bastards. Or else they offered 'freebies' with no strings, but were later used as blackmail for getting the aforementioned sexual favours.

I stood to leave, saying a quick goodbye to everyone before getting the hell out before any one would follow me. I was dying for a smoke, and I needed to find somewhere.

I wandered around for a while around the campus, admiring the weird art work. Black and white photographs that seemed pretty sexual for a school, but what did I know? I wasn't an artist.

Like I said before, this place was really odd. Some chick with black hair was flying a fucking drone of all things. I saw a bunch of skaters nearby, and headed that way, hoping to make a sale before checking out.

I spotted that same fox from earlier, Dana, sitting with one of the skaters. Lucky moron.

His named turned out to be Trevor, and his mate Justin bought an eighth from me. I charged him a little more than I usually do, but I guess that must be the usual price or he was begging for it, since he didn't question me.

I made a little small talk with them all before taking off and walking towards the shore.

It was cold, but peaceful there on the sand, the wind wasn't too bad and I've always loved the sound of the surf. I sparked my joint and leant back on my elbows to watch the grey sky above me, the sun really trying hard to peek through the clouds before it set.

This place really wasn't all that bad. I'd have to wait and see what the classes were like and I adore English so I was kind of looking forward to getting stuck into it.

'You might wanna take that further down, 'fore you get busted,' said a voice from behind me.

I look round to see a tall blonde guy, lots of tattoos standing there, with a dog at his side, some Alsation mix. Cute mutt. Bit scary though, though I suppose that's the point.

'You go to school here?' he asks.

'What's it to you?' I retorted, standing up to face him. 'You the police?'

'Girly, if you knew who I was, you would not be askin' me that.'

'Well, I obviously don't know who the fuck you are, do I?' I took a drag before chucking the spent roach on the sand. 'I'm finished any way.' I pushed past him to leave, skirting around his dog as I did so.

''Name's Frank,' he said, by way of introduction.

'Cool,' I said, throwing an impersonal wave behind me as I walked off.

What a bunch of weirdos around here. I was going to bed.