Everyone was watching her as soon as she walked down the hallway. The crowd was divided like the red sea when she came their way. Most girls made a face when she passed by. Some boys drooled when they saw her. Grace, on the other hand, was ignorant of what was happening. She just smoked a weed on her way to school. Her head was growing wheezy and any moment, she would doze off in the class. Luckily, her mind was clear enough to wander through the location of her locker. She managed to reach for it and did the unlocking. She placed her books inside, those that were not going to be used for today. When she closed the door, Jackson appeared behind it.
"How is the Whore of Babylon doing?" he asked. Grace turned to the long, blond- haired guy with a skinny physique. She smelled cigarette from his breath, a sweet perfume to her senses.