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chapter one: 
oh yes, the gun

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          


Gwendolyn spent her past few days getting comfortable on the island. Vodka spritz and bikinis, sun and mosquito bites. She was — she is full pogue. Thanks to her recent friends, who made the transition a lot smoother, Gwen assumed that she was fitting right in.
Then her heart ached, then she learned that the group was grieving their missing friends lost at sea. A missing Sarah Cameron and John B. Routledge had the group splitting at the seams. but right now, Gwen was partially holding them together.
Gwendolyn was never a bad kid — she got good grades, hardly partied, and was quote-on-quote 'responsible' until the Pogues had taken the curly-haired girl under their wing. 
Gwendolyn had been riding her bike through Figure 8 — her only means of transportation at the moment, thanks to the utter destruction of her car right before she moved. A teal bike, 26 inches with a basket in the front, holding her trusted belongings. Gwendolyn was on a high — breeze in her hair and the sun smiling down on her.
Then she saw a crouched-down Kiara with a hovering Pope in front of a mansion causing her to hit the brakes. Feet skidding on the concrete to make her stop smoother.
"Oh, hey guy—" Gwendolyn was silenced as Pope let out a loud shh, waving the girl over. To which she now became a witness to a rageful Kie vandalizing the wall of the mansion. 
The thick smell of paint filled her nostrils  following the hissing of the can and shake of the ball.
Gwen whispered to Pope, leaning slightly towards his ear "Whose house is this?" Gwen questioned, to which Pope gave her a low response, "The Camerons"
Pope began to panic, "Okay, I'm not sure but I think they can see us from up there." his body was peeking through the trees to get a better view of the house. Frantically looking back and forth.