Head Over Heels - 𝖩𝖩 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄

2 | 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝔸𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕒

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Frankie brown locks whipped wildly in the wind, her brow furrowed in response to the strong gusts. Underneath her arm held her skateboard, while her other arm tried to brush her hair back from the wind. "Damn, this weather has gotten pretty pretty bad." She commented glancing around the docks that held a few or couple of people rushing around, collecting things such as sand bags, tying their boats down and many other, "What can I say princess, storm Agatha is on her way." JJ chimed in with a smirk.

"I just hope those who work in animals habitat are keeping the animals safe.." Kiara frowned. "Ofcourse they would be Kie, don't worry about it." Frankie reassured the brunette sending her a reasonable smile, "What are we all doing here again? I should really get back to my pops and help him." Pope exclaimed. "John B." JJ nodded his head in the direction of the small boat house that sat in the center of the docks, people gathering around to check the inside to watch the news.

Right on time John B emerged from the hut, offering a nod to Howie as he made his way over. The blaring of sirens disrupted the atmosphere, causing people to panic and hurry about.

"Great..sirens.." Frankie let out a sigh, her mood dampened by the shrill sound of the sirens. John B approached the group with a smile, "Looks like DSC won't be coming out. Thank you storm Agatha." He thanked the sky, nodding his head skyward.

"That's good news. I'd love to stay and celebrate, but I really should get back home and help my parents out." Kiara explained smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, same here," Frankie chimed in, stepping closer to Kiara.

"Aww, but you'll miss all the fun. Especially you, princess." Frankie rolled her eyes, a small pout forming on her lips. "Awwww really? Such a shame. Also i've told you before, I'm not a princess. Stop calling me that."

She huffed turning round to walk off down the deck. Finally, Kiara waved goodbye to the three boys, "See you later! Stay safe." She then hurried after Frankie, rushing down the deck.

"Why do I have a feeling those three are going to do something stupid? Especially JJ," Frankie muttered, glancing over at Kiara by her side.

"Because it's the boys," replied Kiara, sighing and shaking her head.

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After dropping Kiara off at her parents place, Frankie skated her way back home. The gush of wind offered a perfect opportunity to skate around, enabling her to move at a faster pace. She was glad her home was only a few blocks away from Kiara's place.

Frankie leaned to her right, balancing on her skatebroad as she navigated the corner and entered the driveaway.

The house infront of her already had sandbags placed where any gaps where visible, the windows boarded up, and the cars having been placed in the garage for safe keeping.

A familiar voice called out from the porch, catching Frankie's attention. "Guess who's finally back home?" Lilia stood at the top of the porch, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Lilia Ashcroft. A successful retail store owner and talented fashion designer on the island. Frankie mom or as Frankie likes to call her the she devil. If you were to look up the definition of 'strict,' you'd find a picture of her beside it. Following the divorce from Frankie's father Reggie, their relationship began to drift apart. And yep, the only thing Frankie and her sister inherited of their mother was her attitude. "