When Tiffany's best friend joins Jacko's gang Tiffany feels lonely and miserable. For awhile it seemed she could have her own boyfriend, Dave Trung. But Jacko's gang label him a nerd and a wanker because he's Vietnamese. She drops him and is invited to join Jacko's gang on a six day beach camp. A holiday away from parents, police, and adults; where they can be free to do whatever they like. But the beach camp turns into a disaster. The boys are nearly always drunk, and when Tiffany—trying desperately to be one of the gang—gets drunk, two boys take advantage of her.
When they return to school things are worse than ever: she is no longer in the gang, her best friend has found someone else, and her potential boy friend, Dave Trung, has now got a new girlfriend. But it is when she reports one of Jacko's gang to the police for selling drugs at school that all the students turn against her. Well—almost everyone—a nerd joins her in her stand against Jacko's gang with surprising results.
Most importantly, this story is about learning to have the courage to stand up when everyone else is sitting down; to be an individual.
She glanced at Wilson. His eyes were dull and she realised he was partly drunk. She knew she'd have to be careful of him. She didn't trust anyone who was drunk--especially herself. But the afternoon breeze was blowing in from the sea making her feel relaxed. If she got Wilson to walk a couple of kilometres he might sober up. But he had other ideas.
'Come on, Tiffany. I've waited long enough, give me a kiss.' He grabbed her hand and put his arm around her waist. 'I'm so horny from looking at you. If we do it up in the sandhills no one will ever know. I won't tell the others.'
In the distance she could hear the trail-bikes coming closer.
'No, I don't want to. You don't even use condoms.'
'Arr what's the point? You're not going to get pregnant doing it a couple of times. You're too young.'
'Fat lot you know! Did you sleep through the sex education classes?'
She wriggled away from him, but he held her hand tightly.
'If you don't give me a fuck, I'm going to tell you're father you went on this camp with three boys and no teacher. I'll tell him everything. I'll tell him how you got drunk and had sex with all the guys. Everything!' He was shouting at her now. The trail-bikes were only one hundred metres away and slowing down.
She stood facing Wilson, who looked angrily at her, waiting for her answer. She twisted her hand from his grasp.
'No! No! No! Got it?'
They turned as the trail-bikes slowed down and came to a stop one on each side of them. She looked at the guys on the bikes. Had they heard the two of them shouting and come to help? What did they want?
They were both about eighteen or nineteen. They had tattoos and wore only dirty shorts. They parked their bikes, and the tallest one said to Wilson, 'Take off, punk. Or get your head punched in.'
Tiffany thought they were trying to protect her from Wilson.
'It's okay,' she said. 'He wasn't going to hurt me. We were just arguing.'
The bikies laughed. 'Great! Now piss off, Dorky. We wanta talk to the chick.'
Wilson looked dazed. The tall bikie raised his fist. 'Take off or you're dead meat!' Tiffany saw they were menacing, she didn't know what they wanted but there was no point in arguing. 'Okay, we'll go,' she said, turning she began to walk away from them. But the fatter bikie reached out and grabbed her blouse by the back of the neck, she struggled and it ripped the buttons off. Wilson stood still, looking dumbfounded— staring at Tiffany's breasts. 'Don't— ' he began, but the tall bikie took a step towards him with a closed fist and Wilson started walking away.
'Okay, I'm going. She's a slut anyway! Do what you like to her.' He walked off towards the sandhills.
Tiffany was near to panic. Both bikies turned away from Wilson who was walking off, apparently leaving her. She
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