- 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 is paradise on earth. Julie's always been a kook by heart even though she was born a pogue. She's always had a tiny thing for JJ but could never admit it because of her new self. When Bree moves back to the banks, Julie goes f...
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𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ♪ 𝐷𝑜𝑖𝑛' 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 ꡴ 𝑺𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒆 ♪
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༻ JULIE ༺
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001. julie
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❝ HATERS WILL HATE I GUESS. ❞
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MY FRIENDS AND I SIT ON THE TOP OF THE RAILING IN OUR SWIMSUITS ASPaper Rings by Taylor Swift, also known among my friends as, "the best artist in the world no doubt." I don't disagree but I don't think I agree with that either.
The sun beams down at us, hitting the parts of our bodies that grow cold from the gust of the wind. Everything's perfect here. Two tribes. One island. That's how it's always been. I may have been born on the South Side, also known as the Cut. But that's never stopped me from creating my whole new life in Figure Eight.
Sorry, you may be new here, Figure Eight is the North Side of the island. The good place. The kind of place where no one kills anyone. The kind of place where no one worries about money. The kind of place where girls chew pink gum over blue while the guys chew blue gum.
Ok ok, I'll stop mentioning gum now.
See you may think I just visit Figure Eight every once in a while. If so, you're wrong. Completely wrong. Every week I stay at Vicky's for a couple of days.
Vicky's parents aren't around very much but at least when they are, they don't focus around her brother like mine do. It's always, "don't disturb Pope he needs to study," this and "you should be working like your brother" that. News flash, he's not even my real brother. We're step siblings.
Riley gives a sly smirk, "Would you rather never be able to drink again or be able to eat again?"
Vicky and I look at each other in confusion. "That was really random Riles," I say, trying to hide my laughter.
Vicky covers her mouth and almost snorts, "I think I had too much vodka," she giggles, "Bad bad me."
We all burst into uncontrollable laughter and it seems to last for minutes until Vicky breaks the fun and faces me, "Any update on if you're going to make it to the party?"
I groan and hop off the short railing onto the wood deck where my towel lays. I sit down on it and just shrug.
"I think you should go! I mean Sarah invited us and all soo.. that's pretty sweet?"
I scoff. Sarah Cameron, pretty princess of all Kooks. Born and raised on this side of the island. She has it all figured out and knows what she wants because of her daddy. I definitely don't hate her, I envy her and the privileges she has.
Vicky and Riley just roll their eyes. "No need to be jealous of her Julie. We love you not her!" Riley pleads.
"You sound very sure Riles," Vicky snickers. "Whatever. Haters will hate I guess," Riley says back.
"Sorry to interrupt this," I say motioning them with my hands, "But I better head back to the Cut. You know they only let me stay here a few times a week, in my eyes not enough," I say with a sigh.
Vicky groans, "Already?" "Please pretty please stay for a little bit longer?" Riley asks with a wink. I grin at them both but shake my head with a sad no.
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WEATHER IS A STRANGE THING. The sun seems to dim more and the ocean is almost more green and swampy looking as I get closer to my house.
As soon as I park the car out by a local shop, I grab my bag and keys and start my 2 mile walk in my sandals back home.
Another "perk" of living out here. The long walk back because our house doesn't have the room to fit any vehicles near it.
I try keeping my head low, not talking to anyone. It's not like they'd like to converse with me anyway. I'm the girl in the Cut everyone knows as "kook wannabe." Kooks are the rich, Pogues, not so rich. At all. But they get by.
When I get to the door of my house I knock. I don't have keys to the house, only my car, "Bessie." I haven't told anyone that I named my car. But when I was younger John B was the hot stuff and he said he'd always wanted to name his future car. And I mean hey, who wouldn't want to follow in the example of a hottie?
Pope's friends are all only a year older than me. They're 16, I'm 15. I used to always hangout with them but when Bree moved it never felt the same.
Mrs. Heyward answers the door which means my dad's still working and Pope's probably studying or hanging out with the Pogues and she was cooking. Mrs. Heyward was cooking but I have now interrupted her by being here. She greets me with a sweet smile.
A beep goes off from the kitchen and she jumps from the unexpected sound and runs inside. I chuckle from her reaction. Mrs. Heyward's always been good to me, never amazing, but never horrible.
She's not my mom if you couldn't tell. She's Pope's. Dad had me with another woman of his. Of course Mrs. Heyward forgave him though.
She wouldn't know what to do without him and as much as it sucks to say it, it's true.
As I step inside I call out to her asking where Pope is.
"He's out at John B's dear! Would you go get him? By the time you're back dinner will be ready and your father will be back from work," she yells back.
I groan. Another 5 miles. 2 on the way back to my car and the final 3 driving there. But I'm not a snob or a brat. Everyone can think it but I'm not.
"Sure thing, I'll be back, need anything from the store while I'm out?"
She never takes her eyes off the pots in front of her, "I'm ok, thank you, be safe. If Pope doesn't listen to yo—"
"He will, I'm not worried."
It seems like she's smiling but I still can't tell, "Ok then. Be careful on the roads I guess. Some rain's supposed to come before the storm."
Storm?
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:: Hey yall! I rewrote some of this and so far I hope you're like the book! How is it in your opinion?
