Keeping to herself, Parker Hendricks partook in the arts and was far from noticed at her large school in Grand Rapids, MI. Yes she happened to keep to herself to perfect her talents, but she would never have called herself alone. Parker knew her par...
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As Parker came to, she felt an odd sensation around her ankles: the lapping of water. The next thing she noticed was a hard, grainy surface that her cheek was pressed up against. The scorching sun beat down on the backs of her legs and arms, which was a sensation she hadn't ever felt before. In the distance, she heard a few girls shouting. She had absolutely no idea why she felt this way, and then it suddenly dawned upon her. The Dawn of eve. Hawaii. Sitting next to Leah, the girl with the book. The turbulence. And finally, the plane going down.
With a sharp jolt, the girl flew up and checked her surroundings to figure out where she was. She assumed that they did not make it to the big island because of the deserted nature of her surroundings, and that the plane seemed to crash as she blacked out. At this thought, she started breathing heavily and pacing around, with tears forming in her eyes. She started breathing at such a fast pace that she started to see black dots in the corner of her vision.
"Hey, Hey, Hey," The girl with the curly hair, who ripped out her headphones on the plane, approached Parker and reassured her as she placed her hand on the girl's shoulder: "we're all fine, well intact at least. The plane went down and we appear to be on an island... a deserted one," she awkwardly observed.
"Oh fantastic, isn't that just lovely," Parker snorted sarcastically, still heaving from her slight freak out earlier. This was exactly what the girl dreaded as being the worst summer in history. First, her parents refuse to let her attend the music camp shed dreamed on attending, then she's sent with a bunch of other freaks to Hawaii but ends up stranded on an island in the middle of an ocean with nothing in sight for miles.
"Honestly, it could be worse, it could be a desert, or filled with only ice," The curly-haired girl attempted to reason with Parker, but the girl's foul mood just couldn't be changed. To that statement, Parker snorted and decided that she liked the semi-awkward girl.
"Anyway, my name is Parker Richardson. And you are?"
"Nora. Nora...Reid," Nora introduced herself with an awkward handshake. "We should go try to meet the other girls and see if anyone's hurt or missing," The pair advanced towards a clump of a few other girls, including Nora's sister who visibly glared at the two newcomers. Parker sensed this dislike and made her way next to the girl she sat next to on the plane and the girl with the VERY outspoken shirt. As she stood next to Leah, both girls gave half smiles and then redirected their attention to the rest of the group's conversation. Leah seemed to glare slightly at the girl on Parkers left, which got the wheels in Parkers head turning. All the girls' chatter was interrupted by the most impatient girl among the group.
"HEY!" Rachel continued, "Does anyone have a phone?" The thought really hadn't occurred to Parker, because none of them had their bags with them, nor would anyone's phone likely have survived the water damage or impact from the crash.
"Don't you think someone would've said something if we did," Toni dully stated. She was right, and Parker nodded along with this statement to show that she did not have a phone on her. Dot added on her reasoning of the situation and pointed out that they likely wouldn't have service on a deserted island. As much as the girls hated to agree, they knew she was right, and there was a slim chance that they could call for rescue.
"Im just trying to think of lifelines alright. They're going to find us but we can't be stupid." The diver frustratedly stated.
An idea popped into Dot's head, "We should build a big ass help sign, like the one in that movie 28 days later!"
However, Rachel grew tired of the group not taking her seriously and ordered, "we all need to be looking through suitcases, finding phones, and resources,"
"Alright captain obvious, one slight issue, almost all of our suitcases are sunken in the middle of the ocean," Heads turned as Parker dressed the rest of the girls for the first time.
Every girl heard the clanking of metal against the sand, and the girls all turned to the breaking waves a few feet away from them. "Ahhhh yes, we at least have some resources," Dot, the girl with shorter hair exclaims.
"Alright y'all, it's the 21st century, and they will find us. But in the meantime, we have to keep track of our resources. 8 cokes, that's all we've got," Shelby started. She and a few others talked about rationing the cokes, and finding water sources, while she just longingly started at the waves still, hoping that something would magically appear to take them home.
Parker started to notice that everyone seemed to know another person on the island, and that she appeared to be the outcast, other than the weird homeschooled girl, which didn't ease her in the slightest.
"Whats got your panties in a twist, blondie?" The girl on her left muttered quietly to Parker.
She furrowed her eyebrows and wondered what the girl assumed about her. "excuse me?" she replied.
"Well, you've got this big frown on your face, and I assume that its just more than being n a deserted island away from civilization. I mean don't get me wrong, this entire thing is hardly ideal, but it looks like you could use someone to talk to." The thin girl presumed.
Parker smiled widely at this, as the rest of the group seemed to break in their own brief conversations about resources and exploring. "Thank you..." the girl resounds sweetly, and she was very thankful to have met three semi-friends, which was more than she had had in her 16 years of living in Michigan.
"Fatin, " The beautiful girl responded.
"I guess its just hard because everyone seems to know someone else," Fatin pulled the other musician into a hug.
"Trust me, it's not all its cracked up to be." Fating laughs then adds, "Plus, I've seen you around a few Instagram pages, so I instantly knew who you were if that helps,"
Parker groaned, because she did not want to be known from social media. Music yes, but online not so much. "how?" she questioned.
"Well im a musician, so I follow lots of conservatories and expo pages and you've been reposted on a few." Fatin smiled and beaconed her towards the circle of girls, to reconvene. She again stood in-between Fatin and Leah, as it was the place she felt most comfortable.
Amidst a few of the girls banter, Dot Campbell realized what she actually had stored in her cargo pants, and whipped out her Iphone from her trousers, "Guys..."
"Oh my-"
"Are you kidding me-"
"You're joking,"
Parker offered the sole positive reaction, "Halle-fucking-lujeiah"
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AHHH I'm sorry this is a day late, and that its taking a while to get going, but this week has been so hectic because I'm stressed about school + politics (from the US no surprise here). Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter, its not my favorite. If you have any suggestions or like it leave a comment! I hope everyone is having a happy and safe weekend! Happy Reading :)
