The Outer Banks...Paradise on earth

Chapter 1

"Put down the gun and fucking run you dumb shit", I yell at Jj with a laugh. John B yanks Jj by the arm and continues to run with the rest of us. "I told you we shouldn't have broken in" laughs Kie as she jumps into the twinkie with the rest of us and we start driving off. All puffing and exhausted we look around at each other in the van and just start laughing. "Fucking watch the road Jj" I smirk in sarcasm as he rolls his eyes at me mockingly.

I've been roughing it with the pouges ever since I moved to the outer banks when I was 12. I've never really known my dad since he left when I was 5 after my mum started doing hard drugs, and my mum...well she moved me out to the outer banks because as much as she was a drug addict she still cared for me, or so I thought. She told me we were moving to the outer banks for a fresh start from school bullies and to recover from the addiction but after 2 weeks of living on the beach having the best time I've ever had with my mum, she disappeared. Honestly, I wasn't very surprised I had a hunch that she'd do this but it was only a matter of time till it happened. I met the pouges on my 3rd day after moving here when I started at Kildare county school where they all went. First, I met Kie. I was totally fucking lost, had no idea where I was going and I bumped into Kiara. She told me to watch it but then I asked her for directions and we started talking. After my mum left I told her about my situation and my family and she offered to ask her parents if I could stay with them. I moved in with Kie shortly after that. Then she introduced me to the pouges after a couple of days staying with her and I've been part of them ever since.

Sarah joined us when she started dating John b when we were 17. Kie wasn't very fond of the idea at first but eventually, everyone stopped throwing fuel on the fire and we were all friends.

John b and I have some awkward history together. When I was 15 we dated for a month or two then when it didn't work out too well there was a massive division in the pouges and that was where the rule "No pouge on pouge macking", came from. A rule because of me and my doings is strange because I don't usually play by the rules.