I was young, a good girl who lived her life mostly to impress her parents. We lived in a small town named Nelsville, on the outskirts of a big city named Nelspruit. Our town was full of the coloured population; most kids were damaged goods there. They smoked pipe, weed and had house parties every weekend while still in high school. However not all of them were damaged, some had dreams to full fill. I guess I was one of those good ones, until I met him. My name is Zoe Jackson and this is my story.