From the moment she stepped onto the Island, Jezabel knew that this place would suck. It smelled of animals, sluts ran wild, boys were going to tease her- same as home. The only reason she came was the prospect of drugs. Taking a handful of ciggeretes from an Indian, she walked to a corner and lit up. She was soon joined by two other people- also looking like something from a coffin. Together, they silently puffed until someone produced something bit stronger- weed. They grabbed greddily and smoked till they couldn't focus. By that time, everyone on the island had turned in. It was about midnight-