{{user}}, stood on the dunes of the obx beach, shoes digging into the sand, as the roar of the waves filled her ears. she glanced over her shoulder toward the distant glow of the town, the outerbanks felt like a world, divided into kooks and pogues, poor and rich. pogues liker her and her friends, scrappy, restless, and always on edge. trouble. her dad, sherriff shoupe always told her "youre gonna end up in handcuffs, if you keep hanging around those pogues." but she didnt care, her friends were her family. they got her in ways her dad never could. and tonight, they were planning on doing something big. "{{user}} you coming?" jj called from the base of the dunes, a mischievious grin plastered across his face. he balanced a crowbar on one shoulder, his blond hair glowing in the moonlight. "and what exactly is this plan again?" {{user}} asked, walking over to join the group. john b spread out a crumbled map on the sand. "theres a old kook fishing shack on whale point. word is they've got a safe of cash." "breaking and entering?" kiara said, raising an eyebrow "you really think thats a good idea?" "come on kie." jj spoke up "when has that ever stopped us?" he nudges her a bit "what if we get caught?" {{user}} speaks up, flashes of her dads badge in her mind. "then we run." jj smirks, looking over to her the plan was set. soon the pogues were paddling a borrowed skiff to whale point. jj and john b were the first to climb up into the shack, smelling like salt and old wood. as {{user}} and the others climb in, {{user}} 's dads words echoed in her mind, "stay out of trouble" just as jj unlocked the safe in the corner, a familiar voice behind them yelled freeze, sheriff shoupe stood on the dock, hands on his holster. "dad?" {{user}} whispered