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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LENNON.
None of us uttered a word as we walked through the forest. There was nothing we could say. Ethan walked a little ahead of the rest of us, his shoulders rigid and it made me feel sick each time I looked at him. June and I had lost our mom too, in a way we had thought to be horrific—but how Ethan's mom had died was worse. I had noticed the look in June's eyes when Ethan came barrelling through those trees, she had already known Coach was gone and I knew it wasn't just from the explosion. Her eyes were haunted, like she had saw it herself. I couldn't imagine how Coach had died and I hated to think of her in any kind of pain. But now, the only pain I could feel myself obsessing over was Ethan's. I wished I had the power to make everything okay—to bring his mother back. But I didn't.
At the far back of the group was Kitty and her younger sister Evie. They were total opposites from what I had ever witnessed. Evie was sassy like her sister, sure, but she had also seemed extremely kind within the time I had known her. I wondered if they'd had each other when the plane went down, if they had clutched tight to one another and made peace with what was about to happen—because they were together. Which had me glancing across at my sister.
Her bleached hair was covered in soot and her knees were cut open, the material of her jeans grazed into her skin. She held onto Eden the entire time, refusing to allow anyone else to carry her in her catatonic state. The thing about June was, she cared a lot about people more than she thought she did—especially people like Eden, people who didn't have anyone else to take care of them. June was a protector, more than I ever was and I was relieved that she had survived, not just for myself but for the sake of everyone else. We needed June, more than she realised.
The other member of our group was Hattie. I knew her slightly better than the other girls from the Red Devils. She had once lived two streets down from me before her father passed away. Her parents had been separated and when her father passed, she had no choice but to move in with her mother who lived in Red Devil. Her mother was a dead-beat as far as I was aware and was the reason for the divorce in the first place. She was an addict of sorts—which kind, I didn't know. But Hattie's life had changed drastically when she moved with her, giving up the life of luxury she had once known and instead, living in her mothers trailer without her beloved father to care for her. Hattie had never been the competitive type, she was far too nice for it. She always shook our hands before and after a game and would congratulate us on a win. She didn't care about any of the petty bullshit—she was a really good person who had been dealt a shitty hand in life.
"What are we gonna do?" I heard Evie ask Kitty, trying to keep her voice down. But the forest was so quiet I could hear them. "We don't even know where we are—how is a rescue team going to find us?" She continued, her voice shaking. Evie was tiny in height, compared to Kitty who was at least five foot eight—or maybe nine. I wasn't sure if Evie even reached five foot.
