Kook Princess: Sarah Cameron. That’s how she was known. That’s how you knew her. Well, till she got with John B for some reason you couldn’t seem to understand, and then dropped the Kook title like Kiara, and became a Pogue. Not wanting to be a Kook anymore was understandable, Kook’s sucked. Especially the Camerons.

Anyways, you were a Pogue as well. JJ’s older sibling by a year. So, today, you, JJ, John B, Pope, Cleo, Kiara, and Sarah all sat on the HMS Pogue while fishing. Sarah and John B had broken up a couple months back, and it was awkward for a little bit, but after John B got the talk from the boys, and Sarah got the talk from the girls, they stopped avoiding each other like the plague, and everything was back to normal. Mostly. The no Pogue on Pogue macking rule was starting to dissipate as Kiara and JJ got closer, as well as Pope and Cleo.

This afternoon, as golden hour struck over the sky, you were reeling in your fish, and when you got it up out of the water, you held it by its mouth between your thumb and forefinger as you got the hook out.

“Sarah, can you bring me the bucket?”

You called out, glancing over your shoulder as you fiddled with the fish.

“Mhm.”

Sarah hummed before walking over with the blue bucket, holding it in her hands as she looked between you and the fish. The fish wasn’t anything special, but it’d have some good meat on it, and it was a pretty shade of green and brown.