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...
CHAPTER SIX you can hold onto me and you can pray.
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JUNIPER.
When the plane had crashed, I had been stooping in a fit of my own rage. I hated my sister, god, I even wished she was fucking dead. That was so, me, for lack of better words. It wasn't that Lennon was a bad person—because she certainly wasn't, she was a fucking Saint. But I had been so mad at her, and her need to always be right. But when it happened, I wished I could take it all back. I hated myself—not her. Lennon was alone, at the front of the plane, probably terrified and I should have been there with her.
When the back of the plane snapped off, being flung into nothingness, I had expected everything to suddenly end. But it hadn't. I was still breathing, my head was pounding, my heart racing. But I was breathing
I realised quite quickly that we were upside-down. My seatbelt was the only thing holding me up, blood rushing to my head. I fumbled for the belt, my hands rattling as I tried to undo it. I felt sick, like I could throw up all of the contents of my stomach.When I finally set myself free, I collapsed on the roof of the plane, my knees hitting the roof below me.
I had been coughing up a fit, rolling onto my side. The smoke made it hard to see anything but I could see it wafting towards a certain direction and quickly got to my feet, moving without realising it as I searched for an exit.
Before I had found it, I noticed the body of Coach slumped over, glass stuck between her eye socket. I had gagged, lurching over but nothing had come up. Despite her eyes being wide open, I had checked for a pulse once I managed to collect myself. I didn't find one. She was gone.
When I got off the plane, my legs moving without me knowing, I realised I was in some sort of clearing with debris all around me. All I could think about was Lennon as I looked to the sky, searching for anything to show me where she was. When I noticed the cloud of smoke in the distance, I began walking, my feet taking me into the treeline of the forest but before I could get deep inside, my feet had gave way beneath me.
I fell onto my side and that's when I noticed my jeans were torn and my knees were covered in blood from a deep gash I didn't remember getting. It must have been from the broken glass on the roof of the plane when I undid my seatbelt.
I laid on my back, inhaling sharply as I stared up at the trees above me. Suddenly, I was jumping out of my skin when the tail of the plane exploded, sending flames, smoke and debris everywhere. I covered my head, ducking down to avoid getting hurt as others that had escaped the crash jumped out of the way, trying to avoid the flames and debris. I hadn't even noticed anyone else until that moment.
