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The Outer Banks, paradise on earth. Well it's paradise all right, if you're a kook. This island is divided into two sides. The rich and the poor. The innocent and the dirty. The kooks and the pogues. I watch the houses around us, the two million dollar houses, as we drive through figure eight. I hug my knees and watch out the window. I see the kooks playing golf and give them a dirty look, another rule in the Outer Banks? Pogues and kooks don't mix. The houses slowly get shittier and shittier as we continue driving, now we're in the cut. Home of the pogues, and not the nicest neighborhoods, it's the kind of place where eleven year olds can buy weed with no questions.
The worst part of the pogue life? We're ignored and neglected by everyone, including our parents. And the best part of pogue life? We're ignored and neglected, meaning we can do whatever we want, whenever we want. And who are the pogues exactly?
And then there's me, Amy Becker. My parents left last year and didn't come back. Haven't heard from them since. Once I got evicted I basically moved into John Bs house. We all stay there most nights though anyways.
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I'm wearing Pyjama shorts and a tee shirt, when I leave the room the next morning.
"No service, and no power." John B informs me, last night a massive hurricane hit.
John B, his dad went missing like a year ago, he was a treasure hunter who got lost at sea, of course he never found anything, but he went out on a boat and never came back.
"Great." I say sarcastically as we walk into the living room to find JJ passed out on the couch.
