didnât have to. But it scared me enough to tell Sue. I donât know how Tracey and the other top chicks handled it alone. We went to the doctorâs together.
I used Wayneâs last name, and put my age up. He knew I was lying and treated me like a slut. The chemist knew I was lying, too. He didnât even put the pill packet in a paper bag. Just as he was handing it to me, Mrs Dixon and Auntie Pam walked in. Sue and I ran home and I hid it in the back of my underpants drawer. Even though it was such a hassle, Sue decided to go on the pill, too.
16
deadset molls
THE Greenhills Gang was changing.
Now we went down the beach for different reasons. We didnât go down to check out the guys or bask in the sunâwe went down to score.
âHey Gull, can you get anything?â
âOh yeah.â
âWot?â
âOh Deak knows a guy whoâs got some unroole hash. Twenty-five bucks a cap.â
Sue and I scraped together twenty-five dollars from advances on pocket money, selling old records and pawning old friendship rings.
A cap is about half an inch long and looks like a penicillin capsule. Itâs filled with a black, sickly, sweet-smelling, thick, tar-like oil.
We surfie chicks met in the PE changing roomsduring the girlsâ assembly, for a smoke. Weâd all heard Mrs Yellandâs âgirls onlyâ lecture a hundred times. â Would you girls kindly use the sanitary incinerators provided? Mr Dunstan has been working for us for twelve years and heâs never seen anything like it â¦â
We had better things to do.
âHey, lock the door Kim. Didja get the alfoil?â
âYeah, I knocked it off from home science.â
âGive us it.â
I spotted the hash oil on to the alfoil. Rummaging through my bag I found a half-melted, degutted biro. Tracey lit the alfoil from underneath. I positioned my pen over the brown blotch and sucked up the smoke through the plastic straw.
âGive us a hit,â said Sue.
Pretty soon we were all giggling and buzzing.
âCome on, weâd better split.â
Sue and I headed off for English.
âDo my eyes look bloodshot?â Sue grabbed me frantically by the arm.
âNah ⦠Do mine?â
âNa.â
âSorry weâre late, Miss. Left something in the PE changing rooms.â
We joined our friends up the back.
âDeadset, Iâm so out of it,â I confided in Gail. âCan you smell it?â
We panicked about our bloodshot eyes all period. If the teacher even glanced in our direction we weresure she knew. The lesson was spent with us freaking out and paranoid behind our books.
For most of us marijuana was enough to relieve the boredom but Frieda Cummins, Jeff Basin and Cheryl Nolan needed moreâtheir motherâs Mandrax, Valium or an acid trip at four dollars a pill. It made the day go faster and improved their reputations.
âCherylâs trippinâ.â
âWot on?â
âWhite Light. Check out the way sheâs walkinâ! She dropped it on the bus this morninâ.â
During Mr Bishopâs lecture in assembly, Cheryl began to sway drunkenly.
âAnd you, lassie!â he boomed down the microphone, âCanât you hold yourself up?â
Cheryl yawned at him and the headmaster ordered her up to his office, to be âdealt withâ later.
âGo on lassie. Move!â
She started to move across the quadrangle, taking painfully small steps. She walked in slow motion, staring defiantly at Mr Bishop.
No one spoke or moved. The first-form kids even stopped gawking at the dogs screwing outside the science block. We all watched Cheryl totter across the front of the quadrangle. She dragged herself up the steps, planted both feet on the top stair and turned to address the assembly. Letting out a loud raspberry, she stabbed the air savagely with an âup-yoursâ gesture and turned to continue her trek to the office.
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