The outer banks, paradise on earth. Its the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island
All right, Figure Eight is the rich side of the island and home of the kooks, so guess where we dont live
Then there's the south side or the cut. Home of the working class, who make a living out of busting tables, washing yatchs, running charters
Natural habitat of the pogues. Thats us
Pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish, the lowest member of the food chain.
Okay so the downside of the pogue life is we're ignored and neglected, but the upside of the pogue life is that we're ignored and neglected
Which means we do whatever we want whenever we want.
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Okay so meet us, the pogues
JJ, our best friend since the third grade. He's about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. My crush since the Fifth grade, just dont tell him i said that, mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat
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. Im not really sure why, though, she's a rich kid actually, foot in both worlds. Her family owns The Wreck, this outer banks institution, total cash cow with the tourists, you know im not really sure how her parents feel about the boys, but me, they love me, im Kie's best friend and actually i have a job at The Wreck
Pope, the brains of the operation, finalist for the Lucas T Vanderhosrt merit scholarship. And the smartest person we know. Little bit of a weirdo, his father's this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get it for you. Now, im not sure Heyward knew what to make of his oddball son, but it didnt matter, he was a pogue, just like the rest of us
John B, my older twin brother, he is 2 minutes older than me so he thinks he has control over me, he is also like the leader of our group, he has some of the best ideas and keeps us sane most of the time
And then theres me Ava, JB and I live on an old fish shack on the marsh. The Chateau as our dad used to call it. Our dad dissapeared at sea nine months Ago, looking for a shipwreck. Who disappears at sea these days? We miss him.
Uncle T was suppossed to be our legal guardian, but at the moment he is in Mississipi, building houses, which means its just us right now, on our own, hanging out with our friends.
Three months after our dad went missing he was presumed dead, JB and I refuse to sign the papers, until we see a body we're not giving up.
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Pogue Style || JJ Story
Fanfiction''No pogue on pogue macking, I hate that rule" *i do not own anything besides ava and her story* creds to @Simp4StilesStilinsky story 'a pogues life' for inspiring some chapters of this book! :) Outer banks season 1