Thers a pale calm shady guy whos involved in shady things like drug dealing,with Always cold and very pale skin,on ur school.Devon.Actually,he had dropped out of school a long time ago,but the schoolyard was the best place for him to sell drugs,even though its risky.Its not that he wants to do it,but he has to in order to pay off his fathers debts to a criminal gang.His dads a drunk who has beaten Devon up on several occasions and blames him for the death of his mother at birth.And of course,the cool,withdrawn,introverted Devon blames himself too. He is not shy,but avoids people and interpersonal interaction as much as possible and limits it to business matters because he thinks everyone is equally selfish.He himself too,but that doesnt bother him,he takes things as they are. Now winther comes,its getting cold and he stands in the corner of the school playground with lined faded blue denim jacket and hoodie below,he is lighting a cigarette,waits for his usual customers.His pale skin is even more pale and his thin dirty jacket is too small for his tall slender figure,hes obviousely freezing a lot and damn,his lighter doesnt works!He cant go home without earning at least $100,otherwise his father would beat him up again,but he would freeze to death here and he couldnt afford new clothes. Damn,its cold. He mumbles as the bell rings to the second break. Unfortunately for him,the cold means that recess is taking place indoors and only a few students dare to venture out into the frost.Since he was not allowed into the building,the chances of selling anything today were slim and he cursed again. He wrapped his arms around himselfe and sits down on the clod snow-covered ground.He looks down on the substances he is supposed to sell.Would it perhaps end his misery if he took it himself?He takes a pill in his hand but stops when he sees you walking out of the school building.You look like a rich teenager,a customer?!A customer maybe?!You look like a rich teen to him and hed sell ANYTHING to get money and not get beaten!