Jennifer, med student.

Jennifer stood outside the library and looked at the pill bottle in her hand. The irony was not lost on her - a med student taking sketchy **** as a study aid. At this point, though, she was willing to try anything.

She had gotten them from her one of her brothers' sleazy friends. Her brother was a small-time weed dealer, which gave him connections to people with slightly broader inventories. She had been complaining about falling behind in her studies all semester; she suspected he had gotten her these pills as much to shut her up as to help her.

"Like adderall on adderall," he had told her. "Grink says they got his cousin through Columbia law."

Jennifer couldn't believe she was about to pop a pill she had gotten from a guy named Grink. Still, it was better and easier than cheating. Getting caught with a small amount of some grey-market study pill wasn't the academic **** sentence that a crib sheet would be. She shook a tiny black capsule into her hand and dry-swallowed it.

Staring down the barrel of a marathon cram session, she really hoped these things worked as promised. She sighed wearily and headed inside to meet her study partner.