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but a hot, burnt filter, sizzling in her fingertips as she squeezed it tightly between them. She flicked it away, sparked up another and continued pacing, unable to figure out whether the boy had chosen Stephen King as a lucky guess or whether he actually had some level of taste, intellect and acumen. Could he possibly know what that book meant to her? Of the bittersweet memories it induced of being read to in a secret, sunny park, her head cradled in a loving lap?  On one hand a person would have to possess some kind of sagacity and insight to appreciate and recognize Stephen King’s work as the little pieces of genius that they are. While on the other hand, how could a Jock - just one of the millions of sheep in a mindless flock - have even a scrap of intelligence and still want to be a Jock, to follow the brain-dead herd? Moreover, what could a Jock possibly want with her - the girl who went out of her way to show that she didn't want to follow the crowd? The sort of girl who would usually be fodder for their childish jibes? The second cigarette came and went just as quickly as the first, and Sienna still felt just as flustered, baffled and irritated.
                  She moved away from the bike sheds, making her way around the edge of the car park to the 'official' smoking area, hidden away and isolated at the very top corner of the College grounds. The smoking area was a fairly small, graveled area, surrounded and protected by slightly overgrown trees and bushes, the few benches and bins within just about visible through the narrow, unmarked entrance. Within moments of entering this tiny patch of nature, with its leafy, green embrace, and shimmering, dappled pattern of sunbeams on the ground, Sienna felt a lot calmer, and settled down on the bench in the far corner. But despite the tranquil effect of the trees and foliage, Sienna had still managed to go through three quarters of her carton of cigarettes by the time the Bus rolled  up just over an hour later. She clambered onto it moodily, in much the same fashion as she had done that morning, with that same feeling of dread and anticipation in the pit of her stomach.
                  Sam's day had been somewhat better than he'd expected. It had started off like any other College day - greeting the boys with his well-practiced smile and thumbs up, which was reciprocated with equally well-rehearsed, unnecessarily complicated handshakes and a loud roar of boyish shouts and slaps on the back. He repeated the handshake with each one of his friends, raising his voice with theirs, seeming every inch the blissfully ignorant, happy-go-lucky, typical lad that everyone else expected him to be. While still being faked, it came to him easier than he expected at first - much easier than it had in front of the mirror that morning, so while his mind worried over the memory of his weak, puking mother, his body nudged the guy next to him in the ribs, and pointed lasciviously towards the three short skirts that had just wandered past.
    The group of guys, looking almost like identical sextuplets in their surfer shorts and stylish baseball caps, continued to laugh and banter as they made their way through the long, twisting corridors to their first lecture - English. Each was taking it in turns to boast loudly about their so-called summer conquests - Johnny had apparently used his charms to hook up with a lesbian, to which Lee had quickly replied -
    "Probably 'cus she liked your tits!" Grabbing at their slightly chubby friends chest.
    "I'd like to see any of you do better." Came Johnny's sulky reply as he ducked out of the reach of his friends wandering, groping hands.
    "Well I sure did." Dan piped up from Sam's left, his voice full of bravado as he puffed out his chest. "Maggie - my Mum's best friend." He finished, practically beaming with adolescent pride.
                  There was a brief moment of stunned silence before the entire group exploded into