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.
Whilst June was gone, I had tried to keep myself occupied. I spoke with the others, asking about their thoughts of moving into the plane. Most of them agreed in the end, after spending the night with shelter, though, there was a lot of work that needed to be done in order to make it better for living in. We would have to find a way to close up the broken windows, and the rear of the plane to keep us warmer at night, especially due to how much the temperature dropped.
In the end, we had decided to band together the parachutes to use as cover. We had tied them around the windows, using vines to keep them in place. They rattled slightly in the hot wind, but it was better than having the cold air of the night blast through whilst we were trying to sleep. We had also used the biggest part of a parachute to drape over the rear of the plane, stabbing it into place through the jagged edges of the metal.
We also decided to clean it up a little bit, and that meant attempting to wash away the dried in blood. It had proven to be a difficult task, and the stains would last forever, but we had managed to use a little water on rags to clean it up slightly. It took a while, but after some time, the stains weren't so noticeable, except for on the white leather seats—especially Rebecca's seat. Even now that her body was gone, I knew exactly which seat had been hers from the brownish stain on the white leather.
The last thing we had to do was clean up the glass from the floor, so that it was safe for us to walk around in. That had been the hardest part, trying to collect all of the fragments. Evie had cut herself, but Hattie had seen to it straight away, wrapping her finger in a cloth after giving it a quick clean. And after a few hours of hard labour, the plane looked ready to be lived in. Of course, it was a shell of what it had once been, but it was better than nothing.
We had moved all of our belongings into the cargo hold, including the food rations we had, keeping them in one of the suitcases we had emptied.
"Man, I am starving," Imani complained, coming to sit beside me at the entrance of the plane. I had been sitting there, catching my breath with the shards of glass wrapped in a rag when she joined me. "Those protein bars are only going so far." She complained, stretching her long legs out. She was wearing a pair of LuLu Lemons and a pink crop top with a white heart on the centre, her dark hair with blonde highlights in a bun on top of her head. And somehow, her skin was still glowing, whilst I had a few bug bites and sunburn on my forehead and cheeks.
I turned to face her, giving a blank stare, "Oh, so you're talking to me again?" I asked in a sarcastic tone. It had been four days since Imani had a proper conversation with me after I had told her to share her belongings. If there was one thing about Imani, it was that she could hold a fucking grudge.
