Lyra Fuller was only seventeen when she got emancipated and moved to the Outer banks all the way from San Diego. The home she came from was broken and she needed a place to escape. Little did she know she was walking into a world full of pogues, koo...
The move from San Diego to the Outer banks (Kildare Island) was definitely a long one, but I needed to be as far away from San Diego as I could get. The day that I had gotten emancipated at 17; I loaded up my 2001 shit-box of a Saturn up with my clothes, which is all that I owned. I didn't think twice before I started the long drive, and I sure as hell never looked back.
I had my windows down considering my AC didn't work and there were only two more days till summer. I knew I was close when I could smell the salty water and the air felt heavier. I took a deep breath, inhaling all of the new scents. The area was beautiful from what I had seen so far. I pulled my car into a small convivence store and looked around before heading towards the store.
I looked at the windows that had tons of signs saying they needed help for the summer, which is exactly what I needed. I saw a paper ad that was looking for part time at the Country Club and another that was part time at a seafood store, Heywards. I took a picture of both of them so I could go check them out after I left the store. I went into the store and grabbed a water bottle and a small fruit cup.
"Do you have a bathroom here?" I asked the cashier after purchasing my items. He nodded and pointed towards the bathroom while handing me a key. I muttered a thanks and headed into the bathroom. The heat had made my hair frizzy, and my clothes was all crinkled from sitting in the car for so long. My hair was like a mix of 2b and 2c, so not curly, but a little more than wavy. I did a simple braid and pulled out some face framing pieces, using some water from the sink to calm the frizz.
Since it was super-hot outside, I was only wearing a white crop top and some high waisted shorts. The crop top had mid length sleeves and a V-neck that led to a front tie. I always wore a small silver watch that my grandpa had given me and necklace that my grandma passed down. I was a converse girl, so I had paired my outfit with some white platform converse, which I was now regretting due to the heat. (Outfit Pictured Below)
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After finishing up my bathroom business, I returned the key to the cashier and headed out to my car. I was definitely in the nice neighborhood of the Outer banks, so my red beat-up car definitely stuck out like a sore thumb. I decided to head to Heyward's first since it was on the other side of the town. I wanted to explore as much as possible, and it's not like I had anything better to do.
After a several minute drive I pulled into the parking lot and noticed a kid around my age carrying crates indoor. He had his hands full, so I ran to open the door. He had black hair, deep brown eyes, dark skin, and a wholesome smile. He thanked me and headed inside; I followed after him.
"Pope, are you done yet?" An older man comes out from behind a counter and walks toward, who I'm guessing is Pope. Pope said not yet and nodded his head towards me. "What can I help you with, little lady. I'm Heyward."
I walk up to him with a smile, "I'm Lyra. I was just wondering if you had any positions available." He looked me up and down, not in a creepy way, but in an inquisitive manner. "You're not from around here, are you?"
