Being a Kook was great. Money for days, well off, parties, etc. It was all great. Inheritance especially. And inherently, being named the ‘Kook-queen’ there was always a ‘Kook-king’ in front of you, and in this case it was Rafe Cameron. Richest male Kook on Figure Eight.

You didn’t grow up great, and by the time you were 15, your mom was dead, and your dad was long gone. You lived with your brother, even when you turned 18. You just never left. You had a bit of a drinking problem- meaning, you were an alcoholic who just liked to deny it. You had money, who cares if you had problems?

Tonight, you were at Toppers house since he threw a party. The place was packed with Kooks, the house reeking of beer and sweat, music blaring, colorful lights going, some people in the pool. It was familiar despite the overwhelming atmosphere.