𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

2.

"You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present."

-John Green.

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TW :

Mentions of drug addiction on this chapter.

Kathryn Cartridge was a curious girl growing up. She'd always ask why the stars would twinkle, or why there are waves on the beach, or why the moon doesn't fall down on the earth.

She graduated from high school two months ago, and now she's about to go to college - or that's what her parents think.

Since she was a kid, she loved adventures and mischief, it made her feel alive; the feeling when she sneaks out of her bedroom window to go and smoke weed with her friends, the adrenaline pumping through her body when they're running after the cops, stealing cigarettes from her dad, going on a bike ride at 3am, laying in the sand while it was midnight and raining, all of it she loved it, doing stuff she wasn't supposed to do.

She wondered since this is all the stuff she could feel and experience in this small island; imagine what she would feel when she's out there travelling the world, doing all sorts of stuff.

She'd lived in Kildare Island ever since she was born; it was a great Island for a child to grow up on, the beach, the sun, the hot sand, the weather, the people.

She loved it here since that's where she grew up, but she wasn't planning on staying here for long.

She planned running away ever since she was 14. She couldn't bear to think about already knowing what her life would be: she'd go to college, graduate, fall in love, get a job, get married, have kids, and then die - now she didn't want that life, she wanted a life where she can't expect anything, where everyday is always different, to be in Antarctica and then the next day suddenly be in Africa.

She wanted to travel the entire world, see what was out there.

She's just counting down the days before she runs off and disappear from here, and everyone will be wondering where she went.

Her life in Kildare island wasn't horrible, it just wasn't for her.

But for now, she's on their outdoor terrace, the refreshing seabreeze gently blowing her hair behind her as the sound of the waves helped her relax as she read her book, she loved reading books since for now, it was her way of living the adventure she had always wanted.

Her concentration from her book was suddenly cut off when she heard a cough infront of her, she glanced up from her book and saw a boy, "Pope?" She called, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion about why he was here, "What brings you here?" She dropped her book on her lap.

"Um." He directed his eyes to the four plastic bags he was carrying.

Pope was the son of a legendary man named Heyward, he kind of knew the man since she and her family would eat at his restaurant "Heyward's Seafood" - which is basically the best thing ever. He also would deliver groceries all around town, anything you wanted on the island - He could get for you in a matter of 1 hour.

She didn't know Pope that much, he would always deliver groceries in her house so they've talked one or three words to each other. Pope wasn't exactly fond of her as he thought she was like her friends.

There are two parts of the island: Figure 8 and the cut. Figure 8 was the rich part of the island, home of the kooks; that's her and her friends. And then there's the cut, the "poor" and "bad" side of the island, home of the pogues, that's where Pope is from.