The Genius Pogue and the Shy Kook

Everleigh Cameron

Everleigh's POV

15 years old and I've already given up. Most would say my life is wonderful because my parents are rich. News flash: money doesn't make you happy. The people you love and who love you make you happy. Guess what? No one loves me. According to my siblings I'm the forgotten child. According to my dad I'm a screw up. And according to my stepmom Rose, my dad is just busy and my siblings are jealous. But I really know that she doesn't care about anyone except my dad and Sarah, my sister.

It's finally summer and I plan to read all summer long. I'm not much of a social person. My anxiety gets in the way a lot. One time during school, I had a project that I had to present. Let's just say that it ended up being a trip to the doctor because I freaked out so much. My family, on the other hand, enjoy the spotlight; they enjoy being wealthy and the stars of the show. Honestly if I could live on a small house on the cut and read books everyday then I would be happy, but I can't I have to live up to my parents expectations and if I don't then I'm screwed because nothing hurts more than your parents hating you.

     "Hey dickhead," my brother Rafe says, interrupting my thoughts. By the time I went to reply, he had already left out the back door to go play golf with his stuck up kook friends. I go to check the time on my phone and realize I'm gonna be late to work. Why do I need to work? You may ask, Because I need to save up enough money to get out of this hellhole to somewhere where I can actually be happy. I work at a small antique store on the cut. I love it there, it's so homey.

     I get my bike out of the garage and start riding as fast as possible. I made it there about 20 minutes later. Luckily, I was only five minutes late. I walked in and apologized to the owner, who happens to be the only other person that works there. She's a very nice old lady named Cindy. "It's okay dear. Why don't you get started on organizing and I'll start cleaning?" She says. With a small nod of my head, I go and get started on organizing the front of the store.

I've finished everything Cindy gave me to do today when a kind looking kid walks in. I recognized him. Pope Heyward. I met him when he delivered food to our house from his dad's shop. I duck my head and pretend to read. I really don't want to talk to him. It's just my luck that he decides to walk over to me. "Your name is Everleigh, right?" He questioned. "Yeah it is." I was shocked that he was actually talking to me. You see, kooks and pogues, people who aren't rich and stuck up, don't really get along and don't usually talk to each other. Much to my dismay, he continues, "I was wondering if you worked here, I couldn't find Cindy or anyone else." " Yeah, I work here. What do you need?" I don't mean to be harsh, but it comes out that way. "I was just returning a book I checked out for a science project." He says. "Okay, I can take it and check it back in. Is there anything else you need?" I say trying to be polite. " Nothing else, thank you," he says while simultaneously walking out the door. Man, I wish I had his confidence. I could never do that without freaking out.

Authors Note-
Just wanted to let anyone thats reading this story know that I'll try to get updates out as soon as possible. I'm still in school so it difficult to write as well as do homework. If anything is grammatically incorrect please let me know, this is my first story so any feedback is appreciated.
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