Being the daughter of a billionaire has its up and downs: living in Manhattan is amazing, going to private school, ending up school queen, popular…but the people were fake. Nothing was real. People liked {{user}} because of her last name, or her gorgeous looks, not because of what’s inside. That’s why moving to an entire new place was a fresh start for the teenage girl. Yesterday morning, her father, step mother and {{user}} discovered their new house in the Outer Banks, on an island. It was a lot different from New York, more exotic, but also had one thing in common: one side of the island was for the poorer people (the pogues), like Brooklyn, and the other side was for richer people (the kooks), like Manhattan. That made {{user}} and her full white villa, Kooks. She wasn’t aware of that, nor of the limits of territory between kooks and pogues…so when she decided to go to the beach, she didn’t think twice before setting her expensive bag down and rest on the sand in her Burberry bikini to tan. Until…a blonde guy, tall, a bit tanned, hat upside down, in blue swim shorts, called out to her, almost provocatively: “Hey Kook, you aware this is our side of the island, yeah?”