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 EIGHT: why the hell are you sitting so casually beside our dead teammate?
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JUNIPER.
I had seriously begun to regret my decision on asking Imani to join me on my hunt for supplies. Abby was a fucking angel, she didn't complain once, just got her head down and searched the woods for anything useful to us. Imani, on the other hand, literally never stopped complaining.
However, we had managed to find some suitcases that had been flung from the plane. I found the first and Abby found the second. And after we searched some more, dragging the suitcases behind us, we decided it would be best to head back instead of getting ourselves lost in the wilderness.
Abby and I carried the suitcases whilst Imani walked ahead of us, never once offering a hand or to take a turn of the heavy suitcases. That was exactly why I had never been fond of Imani, despite being raised with her and her being Lennon's best friend. She was ridiculously self-absorbed and truly believed the world spun just for her. Which was my least favourite type of person.
When we arrived back at the crash site, I squinted my eyes, noticing how everyone was crowded together eagerly, "We found some suitcases!" I called out upon getting closer, making everyone turn to face me. Lennon looked relieved at the sight of me. "Well, at least, Abby and I did." I added, sending Imani a sharp glare as she passed me.
"Bite me, June." She said in passing.
I ignored her and dumped the suitcase by my feet and looked around. "What's going on?" I questioned, curious as to why everyone was in a big huddle.
"Your sister found a phone," Kitty said, standing beside Evie—like she always was. She threw her hands up. "But, she can't figure out the password." She said, gesturing to Lennon like it was her fault who let out a heavy sigh, rubbing at her temple.
I furrowed my brows, "Who's phone is it?" I asked, stepping closer to them.
Lennon held up the phone, showing me the wallpaper, "Becca's. I, uh—I found it in her pocket." She said, squirming nervously and I tilted my head, looking at her. My sister had rummaged through the body of our dead friend and teammate—that's how desperate we were to find some kind of safety. For someone to know we were out here. And I could tell it has taken its toll on her. Lennon was running on autopilot, doing whatever she had to do for everyone else to be okay; and it wouldn't end well. She'd only burn herself out.
"Is it a pin or letters?" I asked as I reached them.
"Letters." Lennon said, sitting down on the log, staring at the phone in her hands like she could mind control it to unlock.
"Have you tried her dog's name? She loved that fucking dog." I suggested, gesturing at the phone between Lennon's hands. Everyone stared blankly back at me, obviously not remembering the name of her dog. "Teddy—his name is Teddy." I clarified for them and Lennon immediately punched in the name, her fingers shaking as they went.
