Our Last Summer

chapter 1: the shack

It was a nice, sunny day out, perfect for a surf. I was working today at the shack. It's a little kid's club where the rich folks drop their kids off for the day to do some activities while they get drunk at the country club next door.

And i'm taking the little snob children surfing. It's not the nicest job but it pays well so, i digress. Unfortunately for me, it's the start of the summer. That means most of the kids have absolutely zero idea how to surf.

Two kids have already went in the water, they're the yearly visitors, they come back every year to the outer banks, spending the summer here in one of their many vacation homes.

I took the rest to the ocean and we swam out into the open water. I saw a few other surfers out, not many, but some. The waves weren't any good but it's not like the kids would notice. I usually surf on the other side of the island.

Some of the kids get on their planks and try to keep their balance, some succeeded, some failed. I swam over to a couple kids and helped them get up before getting on the plank myself.

About thirty minutes later half of the little assholes were bugging me to go back to shore, i was shocked they made it through half an hour, to be honest. We paddled back and walked over the beach to the shack.

In the waves i saw a familiar siluette taming a huge wave. It was the kleptomaniac, the idiot, the one and only, JJ motherfucking Maybank. Every time i was on the clock for surfing he'd come and surf with us.

I waved at him, waiting for him to return the gesture. When he did i took the tiny snobs to the shack to put away their boards.

My shift was officially over in three minutes wich meant i had to entertain the kids for that time and then spurt out of the shack to get to kie's house and get ready . After that we were going to a party.

We meant me, JJ, Kie, Pope and John B. Pope was an optional one, it depended on if he needed to study or not. Yes Pope studies in the goddamn summer break. Yes he's insane. I'm pretty sure at least. But all of us have issues so we're okay with it.

I was going over to kie's to get ready and then meeting the boys at the parking lot of the mall which was only a few streets away from the party we were attending.

And three minutes are over ' i'm outta here, see ya tomorrow' i shouted at miss. Ava before running out the door. Miss. Ava was this old woman who ran the shack. She was childless and rich as hell, so she wanted to give back to the community.

I remember her giving me hot chocolate when i had to stay late after school for homework. Something miss. Ava also did, she was a guidance counselor at my high school.

I ran to my bike that was propped up against the backside of the building right next to the staff door. Checking one last time if i had everything, i set course to kie's house.

Kie's this rich kid that's always been a pogue. Her parents own this restaurant in town and have gotten quite rich off of it but they were pogues before that. She's this down to earth boho-chick. I honesty love her, she's awesome.

I arrived at the Carrera's house and rang the bell. Kiara's mum, Anna, answered the door.

'Hello dear, so nice to see you again. Kiara's upstairs, you know where to find her' she said, giving me a smile.
'Thanks miss Carerra'

I walked toward the staircase and climbed it. The hall was brightly colored and decorated with paintings and photographs of the Carrera's. I've been here thousands of times, i bet i could find my way here blindfolded.

I waltzed into kie's room and face planted onto her soft bed. With her soft sheets pressed into my face i greeted her. I flipped onto my back and searched for the familiar vanity in the left corner of kie's overly large room. One could even describe it as XXL.