A Lifetime

01

The Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth. It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two homes. Two tribes, one island. There's the Pogue's and the kooks.

If you're a kook you live on figure 8 island, home of the stuck-up daddy's money ass holes. The things that define you as a kook is that: you don't live in a shit hole, you don't work a job or drive a sucky ass car, you cannot surf to save your life, and you use your privilege and money for the wrong shit.

If you're a Pogue it means you live on the cut, home of the working class who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters. The downside is that we're ignored and neglected... but the upside is that we're ignored and neglected. It means we can do practically anything because we are looked down on anyways whereas the kooks have to keep up their social status.

That's what we are, the Pogue's. Me, my brother and our three best friends. They mean more to me than life itself, but don't tell them I said that.

There was Kiara, or better known as Kie. She had been my best friend since we met in middle school. We told each other everything, even the gross and personal stuff. She grew up kook, i wasn't totally sure why she hung out with us but who was i to complain. We all loved having her around, plus she was sort of the mom of the group.

And pope was a literal angel sent from the heavens, when I had first met him, Kie and him sat with me at lunch every day and walked me to each and every class helping me make friends, and he would help me if I was struggling with my schoolwork. he was definitely the dad of the group. If Kie wasn't gay they would be cute together.

Jj was probably one of the stupidest yet smartest people I know. He wasn't smart in the sense pope was smart, he was smart in the fact he knew people really well. street smart as he called it. he was very careful with those he trusted but once he trusted you he would do anything for you. he had always had a hard home life so the pogues became his family and he would die for them He reminded me of a dog sometimes, the way he would do absolutely anything and everything for the people he loved with no questions asked. as well as his ability to trick people into getting what he wants.

And I couldn't forget my brother John b. Well, he wasn't technically my brother but he was the closest thing I had to one. His dad and my mom were family friends their entire life being neighbors and all, his dad was 2 years older than her and was basically like an older brother to her. She became pregnant with me when she was 18 and his dad helped her through it. we grew up together and were as close as any other siblings.

Finally, me, Josephine Mars. I spent most of my time in the cut. My Parents never married since they were so young and had lived such different lives, mom lived in the cut her whole life and my dad had his nice cushy life on figure 8. she didn't belong in his rich world so She then moved in with john b's dad and i would go over every weekend to my dad's, he would still send money to my mom on top of the child support so she and i would be taken care of. he still loved her, i knew he did.

We lived there until me and john b started high school where she started dating some other dude and we moved in with him. Since then we've been constantly moving in and out of random men's houses, sometimes cycling through old ones. I didn't pay much attention since I spent most of my time with John B and our friends.

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BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

I rolled my eyes at the loud horn while slipping on my usual black bikini top and some loose pink shorts over my bathing suit bottoms, I stole from Kie checking myself out in the mirror. "God i look like a fucking train wreck" I mumbled stomping my feet into my ratty old converse and pushing my hair back into a ponytail letting a couple strands hang loose in the front.