Our Last Summer

Introduction

We're the pogues and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time.

The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth. It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island.
This is figure eight, the rich side of the island, home of the kooks.
So, guess where we don't live.

And then this is the south side or the cut.
Home of the working class who make a living bussing tables, washing yachts and running charters.
Natural habitat of.....
Drumroll please....

The pogues

That's us. The pogues, pogies, throwaway fish. The lowest member of the foodchain.
Downside to the poguelife is were ignored and neglected. Upside to the poguelife? We're ignored and neglected.
Wich means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.

That's JJ, my best friend since the third grade. He's about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fising drinking, smuggling, vandetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living of the water. Best surfer i know, aside from rory. He's a total simp for her. Just don't tell him i said that. Mild kleptomaniac and future tax cheat.

And that's Kiara or kie as we call her. When she's not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us. I'm not really sure why though. Rory was the reason kie joined. I have zero idea why she's still here. She's a rich kid actually. Foot in both worlds. Her family owns the wreck, this OBX institution. Total cash cow with the tourists. I'm not really sure how her parents feel about us. We all sorta have a thing for her.

And that's Pope, the brains of the operation. Finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit scholarship. And the smartest person that i know. He and rory keep us from doing stupid shit. Whilst rory usually joins our little missions, pope doesn't. He's a little bit of a wierdo. His father's this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you. Now i'm not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didn't matter. He was a pogue just like the rest of us.

Then there's Aurora or Rory. She's sorta our unofficial leader. She works at the shack, this kids club near the beach. She loves the ocean and surfing. She has this old record player in her room and we used to all chill there with records of Queen playing, her favorite band. She loves forget-me-not's and lemon ice cream. She has a couple kook friends, but she's the pogue-iest pogue you'd ever meet.

That's my crew.

And that's me, John Booker Routledge. And this is where i live. An old fish shack on the marsh. Rory helped me clean up, but she's not here right now and it looks like a hurricane went over.
The Château, as my dad used to call it. There's Dad. He disappeared at sea nine months ago, looking for a shipwreck. Who disappears at sea these days? I miss him. And then there's mom. She split when i was three. Last i heard she was in Colorado. I think it was Colorado.

That's uncle T. Since Dad's vanished he's supposedly my legal guardian. At the moment, he's in Mississippi, building houses, wich means it's just me right now, on my own, hangin' out with my friends. Three months after my dad was missing he was officially presumed dead. I refused to sign the papers. Until i see a body, i'm not giving up.

And there's the wall of fame. Pictures of the crew after every stupid or awesome thing we've done. All of the pictures are taken on rory's old fashioned camera wich we all stole to take pictures , although it was usually just JJ taking pictures of rory after every minor accomplishment. In the left corner over there is one after she tied her shoelaces. The man is whipped.

And that's where this story starts. My dad missing, my uncle MIA and the bride of Frankenstein threatening foster care.

A/n
A little intro to our beloved Aurora and the crew.

See you in the next chapter

Ciao Bella's