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.
I didn't quite know what my sister would have thought to herself when she had stumbled upon me sitting with Rebecca's dead body. Honestly, I didn't even know what I was thinking. But there was something oddly comforting about it. Rebecca was gone now—hopefully to some place better. And despite the idea of rescue coming, what had happened to us was still the worst thing we could ever imagine and we had to live with it. Rebecca didn't. And somehow, that had made me feel a little more at ease.
But after June had come to find me, I managed to pull my anxiety together long enough to leave the plane and join the search for suitcases and any other supplies that may have fallen during the crash.
Together, we had managed to find numerous suitcases and extra bags we had brought with us. I had managed to find my own that had been strewn a few hundreds feet from the crash site. It had ripped open in the fall and my belongings were spread throughout the ground. I had collected them, stuffing them back inside before dragging it back to the site, putting it by the logs we had chosen as the base-camp.
Time had passed and we were all together, rummaging through our things. Some of us were more private about it whilst others didn't care who saw what they brought. I myself had my back turned to the rest of the group as I searched for the pink toiletry bag I had brought with me with, filled with what I thought I would need: suncream, travel-size shampoo and conditioner, soap, toothpaste, my toothbrush and my medication. I fit in with those who were being more private about my belongings. I didn't want anyone noticing as I pulled out my medication and popped out one of the pills, swallowing it whole.
I jumped when a hand landed on my shoulder and I quickly shoved the tabs of my medication back into the bag. I turned my head, seeing Hattie standing behind me with a small apologetic smile, "Hey, do you mind if I have a look at you? You got banged up pretty bad and never came to see me." She said, screwing up her face and I knew she didn't want to inconvenience me when I was going through my things. But she was right, I needed to be looked over and I knew that.
I laughed slightly at my own expense, "Yeah, sorry, I've just been so caught up in all this shit I forgot to come see you," I apologised. I gestured to where Hattie had been sitting beforehand, helping people with their injuries. "Ready when you are."
Hattie gave me another smile as I got to my feet, following after her. I sat down on the log, resting my elbows against my knees as Hattie crouched down in front of me, "How are you feeling? Dizzy at all? Like you want to sleep?" She asked me, sitting up a little straighter to examine the cut on my forehead.
"Nope," I lied. "At first I did, but I feel a lot better now." I added to reassure her. I didn't want to be a burden to anyone and I truly was fine, except for the slight dizziness and dull ache in my head. But it was bearable. And besides, we had bigger things to worry about than my bump to the head.
