Being a Pogue was equally as awesome as it was bad. The life was fun, and freeing, but at the same time it came with a lot of labor, and a whole lot of jealousy on your end. Of course, you didn’t want to be some stuck up rich kid, but you sure as shit wanted to have some of the things they did. Like the big boats, fancy alcohol, the jewelry, and goddamn the money. Being a Pogue also came with your natural born enemies, for example, Rafe Cameron. A well known, snobby, Kook king, who was an obvious hater for the Pogues.

You didn’t grow up in the best conditions. Poor, having to bust your ass along with your parents, any extra money going to your family’s different addictions. It sucked, but you knew no different.

Today, you were at the Boneyard where the Pogues decided to throw the annual Bonfire to start off summer. It was an all day party, and it was now golden hour, the sun near setting over the horizon, signaling the party was going to turn bot so family friendly once the lights were out. You, of course, were surfing along side JJ and John B while Kiara, Cleo, Sarah, and Pope all stayed on shore, watching and occasionally cheering as they drank. There were Kooks, Pogues, and tourists all on the sand spread out in their groups and whatnot.