What the hell's his problem? Well, whatever. I check the time and see that it's only six in the morning. I set an alarm and lay down on my bed. I gotta be ready by 8:00 because I wanna wish Pope luck before his interview at nine.
Time skip
I change into a navy muscle shirt that's actually JJ's and wear it with a pair of old, black, biker shorts. I change into my Chuck Taylors, and put my hair into a ponytail. I catch my reflection in the mirror, and it isn't the best. My shoulder still hasn't healed from when my dad threw a fork at it, but then again I haven't really put anything on it. I grab some Neosporin and a bandaid and put it on. I brush my teeth and check the time.
It's 8:20, and it's a thirty minute walk to where Pope's interview is being held. I walk out of the house and start towards town.
Time Skip
I see Heyward's car parked on the street and I see Pope talking to his dad. Heyward walks back to his car and I walk up to Pope.
" Pope, hold up." I call out, jogging a little to catch up.
" Makena? What're you doing here?" Pope asks, quickly turning around to look at me.
" I came to see you off and wish you luck, even though you don't need it." I say, smiling at him.
" Thank you." Pope says, smiling back.
" C'mere." I say, and Pope listens and steps closer.
" You're going to do great." I say, fixing his tie and his jacket. " Now, go show those rich people why they should give you their money." I joke, chuckling.
" See you in a bit." Pope says, smiling at me.
I sit down on a chair on the porch of the building as Pope walks inside. I should have brought something to do. Pope said the interview is supposed to be about thirty minutes long, give or take. I let my mind wander, but force it away from dark shit.
I can't wait to be rich. It's not even about the money, it's just that we won't have to starve for days and eat expired food. We won't have to worry about a power outage because we'll have a generator. I could do whatever I want as a job and be secure enough that even if it doesn't work out, I'm not gonna have to worry about it.
The first thing I'm gonna do when I have money is get a dog. I've always wanted a dog, ever since I was a kid. I was never allowed to have one, because we couldn't afford one, we could barely afford ourselves, let alone a dog too.
Suddenly, the door flies open and Pope runs out.
" What's going on?" I ask, quickly standing up.
" You waited? Not the point, c'mon." Pope says, running as he takes off his tie and jacket.
I run after him, and I realize all those years running from the security guards have paid off.
" Why are we running?" I call out to Pope, who's still a bit ahead of me.
" Ward has it one his plane." He replies.
" What's on his plane?" I ask, catching up to Pope.
" The gold." He replies quietly, slowing down slightly.
" Oh shit." I say, and we both sprint as fast as we can.
Time skip
" Guys!" I yell, trying to get JB, JJ, and Kiara's attention.
" Guys!" Pope calls out as we get to them on the dock.
" Oh, oh god, we ran all the way here." I say, leaning over, my hands on my knees as I try to catch my breath.
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Pogue on Pogue- JJ Maybank
Fanfiction16 yr old Makena Johnson and JJ Maybank along with the other pogues are family and have been since 3rd grade. Makena and the pogues are brothers and sisters, except for JJ. JJ is Makena's best friend and truely understands what she goes through. Mak...