Treasure - Outer Banks

Chapter 1

If there is one thing to know about Savannah, it's this: She absolutely hates mornings.

She groaned, standing up from her bed with her hair all smushed like a crow's nest and eyes as puffy as a pillow. First thing she did this morning was combing (as much as she could) her hair through, loosening the knots, brushed her teeth, did her skincare routine for her acne-prone skin, and changed her clothes. She put on denim shorts with a labeled t-shirt and white socks. Simple, yet awesome.

Savannah walked into her kitchen and started preparing her breakfast. If she was being honest, her breakfast is probably the simplest breakfast one could ask for. A bowl of chocolate oats with oat milk. Vegan, healthy enough and still tasty. According to Savannah, you simply just can't ruin chocolate.

Now Savannah, she was aware of her Kook status, having just learned in a year how society runs here in the Outer Banks. The island is divided by three groups: The Kooks, who are the filthy riches, the Tourons, aka the tourists, and lastly but not least, the Pogues, the poor and neglected. Savannah hated that it was so divided. She also hates being one of the most talked-about Kooks not just in Figure Eight, but also the Cut. Hence, she didn't show off much of herself and her richness. She was alone anyway, so who would care? Scratch that, everyone would and does care, but mainly about how she not only got rich, but also emancipated at age 15-16.

Savannah turned on the tv to the news channel, which informed of a hurricane coming towards Outer Banks.

"Oh great, son of a bitch", Savannah groaned watching the news of Hurricane Agatha.

After finishing her breakfast and cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen, she quickly got up, put her baby green sneakers on, and started biking to the grocery store.
Now, here is the difference between Savannah and the Kooks in Figure Eight. Savannah actually supports local markets in the Outer Banks, mainly because it benefits not just her, but also the people from the Cut, who own these local markets. She gets fresh and organic produce with no extra chemicals or preservatives at a reasonable, cheap price that big grocery store chains sell at a much higher price. It may sound a bit insane at how much she thinks about what she's putting in her body, but she would rather be alive than pay to poison herself. Plus, it is also environmentally friendly grocery shopping, which is a bonus. She buys a lot to store up, so she wouldn't have to go grocery shopping too often, which local market owners really benefit from due to getting paid a lot before paying taxes, rents, etc. to keep their stores afloat.

As she arrived at the nearest local market she could get to, she noticed that everyone stopped and stared a bit at her. Frankly, she didn't give a damn anymore since she's gotten used to it by now. She went in and got all the necessities she needed to storm prep while also running into the girl, she knows to be Kiara.

"Oh hey, you're Savannah, right?", Kiara asked her, as they were standing at the alcohol section. Of course, right when she was standing in the line to the cashier, the alcoholic section so happened to be right next to it.

"Yeah, and you're Kiara. I know you from school, you know.", Savannah said with a pointed look on her face.

"No right, yeah, I knew that. I just thought, maybe that would be a smooth conversation starter.", Kiara said with a slight smile and chuckle, as she realized how smooth it really wasn't.

"It's fine, really. You didn't need to. I don't really socialize a lot.", Savannah said bluntly, making it slightly awkward for Kiara. Mind you, Savannah is really bad a picking up social cues, even just being social in general.