I know. What am I doing, posting a new fic, when I have another three that need updating? Well quite frankly my fellow turkeys, I'm high! Yeah. Um, ahem, well the point is I couldn't avoid not writing this. I really should plan out my fics but… I can't help but be like this. Sorry!

Anyway, this story isn't going to be a 40 chapter one. It probably won't even reach 16 but… I'm hoping it'll turn out good. For now I'm perfectly happy with the idea in my head, but it kind of needs sorting out and all that crap :)

So, you know the drill, read and review right:)

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor did I create any of the mediator characters… sounds like an oath. Haha.

This is the reading part

It Doesn't Take a Genius-

Chapter 1- Dealing Drugs Isn't a Bad Thing

So what am I doing? Up here in the rich part of town with all the snobs;they want me to go to be that ideal daughter, the one whose only problem is what shade of designer lip gloss I should buy next, or whether the handbag I bought (that probably won't fit anything in it) matches with the eye shadow. It's a fairy tale for them, because it's never going to happen. Never.

Let me explain everything to you. My names Suze Simon, I recently turned 17, and I'm stuck in limbo between two families. My loving father, who can't quite provide for me, but would give his life to save mine- a father who sacrificed not only his social life, but several jobs for my sake, then there's my mom. A complete bitch, married to a man who I doubt even remembers her name. She's the snob, the alcoholic. Except she doesn't get drunk on beer, it's the Wines she's into. Then there are my 3 step brothers, probably only one of them I don't get along with. The youngest one- not only is he a know it all, he hates me; he thinks I turned his "mother" into a drunk. I have constantly remind him that other than several dicks I'm the only ones who's passed through her bottom half, to put it politely.

When the divorce was taken to court, for money issues and stuff, I was given the choice of who I wanted to live with permanently. It didn't take me five seconds to say, "Dad". My mom acted devastated, like the whole affair had actuallyaffected her, as if it meant something, which it evidently didn't, because 3 months later she was married to Andy or 'Man Whore' as I like to call him. He works with Casinos in Las Vegas, so he travels quite a bit. I wouldn't be surprised if he was getting some dick too. It's so obvious that my mom and Man Whore are constantly cheating on each other, they even know it. Sometimes people will gossip about them and I'll over hear. They'll apologise profusely, insisting that it was probably just a rumour. That is before I interrupt them with a smug, "Yeah well, I know 2 other guys she's been sleeping with."

Sometimes, I look back at my life and wonder whether I could have done anything better, things I regretted that I would have changed. Like the decision to lose my virginity to Denny Spring, for example. It's not like I was left with a broken heart or anything, I mean I was the one that left the bed early in the morning without saying goodbye. If anything, he was the one that went to school the next day pale and weeping like a hormonal 13 year old whose dog just died.

I'm not even kidding.

But that's beside the point. The point is that I really wouldn't have changed much. Except my mom probably, but the reasons there are obvious. I probably won't go to college. I don't have to money, and if Man Whore ever offers, I'd rather drown myself. It's not like I'm a failure (even though my dear mother seems to think so), I'm a straight A student, I'm part of the track team and I'm a cheerleader. Not that shallow stereotypical type that you see in movies like 'Bring It On' (which actually made me and my friends cry laughing for a full 2 hours, I mean we were dehydrated by the end of it). We don't have time to be shallow. Between a full time job, cheerleader practice, track practice, studying for school to get those grades and being home in time to make my dad dinner… well you get the point.

You could call me a gang banger. Because I am in a gang, but the thing that the snobs don't ever try to consider is that my life isn't full of crime. I don't get thrills out of throwing bricks at old ladies. In fact I'd probably say that in our community, down here in the Valley, we are appreciated. We don't stroll down the streets with our hoods up, hiding a gun under out shirts, (although Denny probably would) and we don't find it funny when people rob places.

What we do, however, is sell drugs. It all started in the 10th grade, when my parents were first divorced. It was all fine and I was quite happy, but my mom was the main supply of money into the house, and not only did she take away that, but she got dad fired from his job, and she got us kicked out of our house. That's when we had to move to the Valley. Of course it wasn't when I had met all my friends- I had met them a long time before that. But only dad knew, I visited them often from as far back as I can remember, cycling for an hour just to see them. See our first home was in the Valley, before mom got her flashy job at the news office. So I was used to life there, I was used to traditions and everything. And for the full two years when mom thought I had finally let go of all of that, I was secretly seeing them, at their birthdays, trick or treating with them on Halloween… I even spent a Thanksgiving at Melissa's house once. Mom thought I had died and got the police to look for my body. Apparently she didn't have much to be thankful for that night because I was back at home in one piece.

Anyway, I told my friends my problem, that even with the full time job, and a job my dad was keeping up; we just couldn't pay the rent, or bills or anything. In the end, Denny told us about his cousin, and his get rich quick scheme. I figured that, I wasn't selling myself at all, it wasn't like I was getting hired to hurt people (which was George's initial idea), and I wasn't going to purposefully hurt anyone. In fact we were pretty responsible about it, under no condition were we to use (except Denny and George) and it was unacceptable to sell to kids under 16. At least the older ones knew what the dangers were, and they could hold a job without resorting to violence and robbery. At least we hoped so. See we had a system. If you don't have the money first, you can't buy. We aren't violent about it, we never get physical, although Denny, George and Mike have probably had their fair share of threats and colorful swear words coming out of their mouths. In fact we help them get their money sometimes, not by working but just checking up on them, maybe giving them tips on how to get their money faster. I know, we could double as a Problem Agency. But the thing is, we ask for a lot of money. So I guess it does balance out. Sometimes we are too kind for our own good, and Denny 'takes care of it'. I always tell him I don't want to know how he does take care of things, or else I wouldn't be able to sell anything else, I'd have too much of a guilty conscious.

We split the money in five. Between Denny, George, Mike, Melissa and I, and it actually does come to quite a lot. I'm sure my dad knows I do something extra to get the money, but when he asks I tell him it's just a bonus I get because the owner of the shop has a crush on me (I work the till).

In case you were wondering, my dad works selling guns. Not the safest job in the world with all the Psychos we get down here, but it's just enough to pay for base requirements, like the bills and a few groceries. The money I earn goes to the rest of the groceries, new clothes, school stuff, and just other necessities.

So that's my life in general for you. My jobs, my family, friends and school. And in case you were wondering; Denny and I are not a couple.

Ok so the length the page has stretched might give you the impression that I haven't written a decent amount, but I assure you that the word count will prove otherwise :)

I hoped you enjoyed reading that, even though it was really uneventful… it was more of a fact file. Like a kind of description of her life.

So review please?

Thanks :D