"Then there's Annabelle. Mine and JJ's best friend since third grade. See the brunette there? Yeah, the one with the 'I love tits' shirt. It's JJ's but she wears most his clothes. Annabelle James or Anna as we call her. Even referred to as Bells, but only JJ is allowed to call her that.

I remember when we first saw her in the third grade. Me and JJ had been hanging out all morning after finding out we both share an interest in surfing. We had already noticed her in school, when she was painting on a mustache on a poster with our math teacher's face on it.

Me and JJ were heading down to the beach with our cheap surfboards when we spotted her gracefully surfing over the highest waves. I guess both of us instantly fell in love, even though we'd never admit it.

The three of us have been best friends since.

Annabelle is the type of person to flirt her way to anything. She's the reason for the no pogue on pogue macking rule.
She's also the type of person to never thinks before she speaks or does something.

Annabelle lives in the cut with her dad and little sister, 'little Tess' or 'testicle' as JJ calls her. Both she and Annabelle are family to us. Her mom's sudden and unexpected death last year struck the family and the two basically moved in with me. Annabelle spends most of her days and nights at my house while Tess mostly lives here or at home, taking care of their dad. He picked up an old habit of drinking after his wife's death. Even though Annabelle never spoke about it, we all knew that he got violent with them. That's probably the reason why she's never at home.

Her mom was always the sweetest person. She was a parent to us all. The person we'd go to when we were in trouble and the person who'd always let us crash at their place. She worked with her childhood best friend, the fishmonger, Bobby Haywrad- more commonly known as just Hayward. There's no wonder Pope and Annabelle are best friends.

The brunette spends the majority of her time with us, most likely arranging her own concert with Kiara in the living room singing their hearts out to Justin Bieber and forcing JJ to dance with them or forcing Pope to watch Gossip Girl (fangirling over Nate Archibald together) even though Pope would never admit it, or surfing with me.

She spends her days hanging out with us or working with Pope at his Dad's restaurant, Hayward's Seafood, a job she picked up after her mother.

When she's not running from security guards, wrecking kook possessions, or sleeping away her youth you'll most likely find her at the beach, with a beer in one hand and her surfboard under her arm. She's the best surfer I know, just don't tell JJ I said that.

Even though she's a pogue, she still has a past with figure eight. Not only was her mom a kook when she was young, but Annabelle herself also had a thing with the kook of kooks, Rafe Cameron. It was the summer two years ago and we were all fourteen at the time. It's a wonder he even fell for a pogue since his family is the richest in Figure eight. He despised the rest of us pogues but Annabelle was something different to him. He was her first kiss and heartbreak. She never talks about it, since he broke up with her once school started. He said that he can't be seen with a lowlife like her. They both knew he didn't mean it but Annabelle didn't leave her room for days. If she knew I was telling you this, she'd probably throw things at me.

Annabelle James has always been a little sister to us all, even though she's the bossiest. I've taken care of her like she's family. She's one of the most caring and most loving people I know, even though she's bad at showing it. She never fails to make any of us laugh, even on our worst days. She's Kiara's soul sister and Pope's ride-or-die and the only person who can get him to loosen up at parties. When it comes to JJ, he probably has a lot to say. That boy has been in love with her since that first day in third grade. When he's high and no one but me is listening, he talks about her like he's a boy in kindergarten.

Ever since that day in third grade, Anna has been a pogue like the rest of us.