My name is Nova Scott. I've been in the foster care system for around four years now; my life completely changed when my parents were killed in a car accident when I was twelve. I've been living in Chapel Hill with this family of rich snobs for about a year now, but this summer is the first time they're bringing me to their beach house in the Outer Banks. Why they've decided to foster me? In all honesty, it's to seem charitable. Every fancy event they ever throw they make a big deal about fostering me to their aristocrat friends, talking about the 'fantastic new life' they've given me and 'how good it feels to give back to the community'. Some bullshit religious shit if you ask me.
Their son, Topper, is the biggest asshole I've ever met, but at least he doesn't pretend to see me as an equal like his parents do. Although, he's never snitched on me when he's caught me with contraband in my room. Some may call me the rebellious type, and I do seem it at first glance. When I first moved in with the Thorntons I got caught with some drugs in my bag, I would've done time if the Thorntons hadn't used their money to make it all go away, so in return I had to promise to change my ways. And I have...just only when I'm around them. When I'm out on my own, I dress however I want and do whatever I want. I hang out with 'pogues' as Topper would put it, but the Thorntons won't care as long as I don't cause them any trouble.
Life with the Thorntons isn't so bad, I mean who's going to complain about living with rich people? They pay for all my basic needs, I have my own room with my own bathroom in a beautiful house. But it's pretty lonely. Since I'm just their charity case it's pretty much them paying for my shit so I'll leave them alone, but as soon as it comes to publicity I'm their 'darling girl', I even get called honey now and then if someone 'important' is present. I miss my parents, god I miss them like hell, but I've learnt to be grateful for what I have. My previous foster carer was an abusive alcoholic, so the Thorntons are the best I've had.
But everyone needs a way to fill the void. For me, that's where drugs come in. I really wish I could be one of those girls who cures her loneliness simply by writing in her diary, or by painting something, basically anything besides narcotics. But that's not me. It started back when I used to live with abusive drunkard, Hal. The pain was too much back then, too physical, that I needed something stronger than hope to numb it. So I started with marijuana, that was fun but it wasn't enough, so psychedelics were next. They would take me away to an alternate universe, I'd forget where I was and well you know what they do, make you hallucinate and all that. I just kept going, trying different drugs to make me feel anything but what I was feeling at the time.
However, ever since I moved in with the Thorntons I've had to tone it down a bit, can't be ruining their public image. Although I'm told that this Outer Banks place has some of the best weed in North Carolina, so I will be checking that out. Topper says I have to find some guy called JJ if I want the pogue shit because I'm not good enough for his friend Rafe's stash. Whatever, this summer will be one to remember, beaches, boats, pot, what could go wrong?
A/N: I know this was kind of short but I guess it's kind of an introduction sort of thing but hope you enjoyed!
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Fanfictionshe's a rebel, a junkie, a pogue even...but she lives the kook life, being the foster child of one of the richest families in the outer banks. But which side of her will JJ Maybank fall in love with?