Two female soccer teams. One deserted island. Twins, Lennon and June have no choice but to adjust to the elements of the wild when their plane crashes on the way to Nationals, leaving them stranded with their rival team. Friendships are tested, rela...
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JUNIPER.
Sometimes, if not most of the time, I despised my sister. I hated the image she upheld, how she was always so perfect and not just within herself, but with everyone else too. Everyone in Coral Bay worshiped the ground she walked on and I was the other one—the twin no one cared for or held high expectations for.
I couldn't really blame them, not really. I knew that I had shut the world out after my mom died, completely changing everything about myself. I had been like Lennon once, the perfect image of a Coral Bay teenager. I kept good grades, did as I was told and never stepped out of line. I couldn't tell you what had changed—just that it had. But damn, I really hated her somtimes for making me look even worse in her light. If it had been just me born into the world, no one would have gave a shit. But in the shadow of Lennon Sawyer, I was the fucking Devil on her shoulder.
We didn't talk the rest of that Saturday night or the Sunday morning when we packed up the rest of our things to leave. Nor in the Uber to the airport. And I preferred it that way. I liked the idea of her feeling bad—I wanted her to feel bad for hurting me because fuck her.
We had met up with the rest of the team and had boarded Brooke's private jet together. It was everything I had expected it to be, stupidly large and fancy. They even had heated seats, not that we needed it. It was a perfectly warm California day.
Usually when we travelled, Lennon and I would sit together, mostly because I had the worst fear of flying which stemmed back to my moms younger days. She had been in a plane crash when she was our age and freakishly enough, it was on the journey back from Nationals. Many of her team had died in the crash but the rest that had survived and lived two months on a deserted island before they were found. It was like something straight out of a movie—something you thought didn't happen to normal people. But it had happened to mom, and she had suffered greatly from it, even long after she had been rescued and had Lennon and I. It had changed her life forever and had been the reason we had lost her. And that's why I was fucking terrified of planes.
But even then, I wasn't going to give Lennon the satisfaction of sitting with her, so I had chose the back of the plane beside Eden who had been clutching her cross, muttering a prayer about safe travels as we were seated. I refrained from rolling my eyes since I had been the one to decide to sit beside her and her Jesus-worshiping ass in the first place. I secretly adored Eden, but her Jesus bullshit really did bug me sometimes. Especially when I was in a mood so bad it could compete against Gods wrath.
Coach Grayson was standing at the front of the plane, delivering a big speech before we would take off—and telling us to play nice with the Red Devils when they arrived. I knew everyone rolled their eyes at that—and so did I.
