Hopefully Dad didn’t come up to the school . . .

She felt strangely on display in her Billabong jacket as she walked down the aisle, with most of the other students in their grey-and-green school uniforms. Only the Year 10 girls were permitted to be in casual clothes, as they were leaving for the camp after Homegroup.

On the back seat were Georgia and the twins, Cierra and Madison – Jasmine’s best friends, her squad, the other three members of their Fab Four.

‘Your dad is so hot?’ sighed Cierra, watching Jasmine’s dad through the back window. Cierra had a habit of speaking as though everything was a question, even though Jasmine had tried repeatedly to make her break it. She wore a cobalt-blue wig, cut to a bob just above her ears, even though she was gorgeous in that naturally tanned beach-model way, with freckles and winged eyeliner. Jasmine didn’t know why Cierra felt she needed the wig – Cierra probably didn’t even know herself.

‘He’s really not,’ said Jasmine. She slid her backpack into the aisle, manoeuvring the bags of weed, one from each sleeve, into her bag and shoving them down to the bottom. She sat between Cierra and Madison, her identical twin.

‘Hey, bitch,’ said Madison, slipping an arm through Jasmine’s. In her other hand – permanently attached – was the latest iPhone and its many cameras. Madison filmed her entire life for her thousands of followers, wearing the most expensive brands, bought and paid for by either ad revenue or her ‘influencer collaborations’. Her natural red hair was styled in long curls that fell around her face, she had the same winged eyeliner as Cierra, and a luxe Tommy Hilfiger puffer jacket over denim cut-offs.

Her phone case was lined with LED lights to illuminate her subject, and she trained the camera on Jasmine’s face. ‘So, what do you have to say about this cruel and unusual punishment? A school camp?’ Jasmine saw the mischief in her eyes, the smirk in her volcano-red lips. ‘A hike, and camping, up there in the Suicide Woods. How Wolf Creek.’

‘If it doesn’t at least get hot enough for Mr Michaels to take his shirt off, the whole thing will be a waste of time,’ said Jasmine to the camera.

‘It’ll probably snow,’ said Georgia from the other side of Madison, matter-of-fact.

‘Maybe he’ll need someone to cuddle him, then,’ said Jasmine.

Madison laughed. ‘That’s definitely going online, Jaz.’ She turned the camera on herself. ‘Hello, Mr Michaels.’ She winked.

Madison’s YouTube channel, MMMMadisonMason, had over 700 000 subscribers. Jasmine knew for a fact that their teacher’s assistant, Jack Michaels, was one of them.