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 NINETEEN. It's exhausting watching you even breathe.
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JUNIPER.
I barely slept a wink that entire night. The wind, nor rain didn't ease up, meaning we couldn't leave the plane until it did. And it raged on through the entire night, only beginning to ease when the sun came up.
My eyes felt heavy, like they could slip shut at any point. But I couldn't allow myself to rest. If I did, it would feel like I was giving up on my sister—and I couldn't do that. I couldn't sleep not knowing if she was okay.
Most of us had been awake through the night, the storm being too loud for us to get any sleep. So, by the time the sun came up, everyone slowly began getting out of the plane, ready to see the damage of the camp. When I stepped off the plane, hot sunlight immediately hit me, making me blink back as I placed my feet firmly on the wet ground beneath me.
The camp was in a complete state of disarray. Whatever we hadn't had enough time to collect was strewn across the dirt, toppled over and blown away by the high winds. Our campfire was wet and the limber we'd had sitting beside it was soaked to the bone too, meaning we would have to wait until it dried out before we could use it.
"Well, shit," Imani breathed out from beside me. "There goes the campfire." She grumbled, walking to examine the wet firewood with a frown on her face, hands on her hips as she crouched down. Even Imani knew we needed the firewood to be dry before it could be lit and it looked like Ivy's teachings were paying off.
"Alright, everyone," I spoke up, marching forward. Heads turned to me, looking in confusion that I of all people were addressing them—like I was fucking Lennon or something. "We have to head out. We can't waste any daylight. We have to find Lennon—"
"And Ivy." Kitty snapped over me, earning a flat stare on my behalf.
"If you let me finish my sentence I was just about to say that," I said, annoyance in my tone. Kitty was really testing my patience. I inhaled sharply. "But like I said, get your shit together. I'm not leaving them out there any longer thinking we've abandoned them—we have to find them." I insisted, my voice holding some kind of authoritative tone I wasn't even aware I had. Maybe Lennon was rubbing off on me.
"We'll find them." Ethan assured me, stepping in line with me. I titled my head, looking up at him before giving a firm nod.
Ethan hadn't left my side the entire night, not even when he was shaking from the cold. I had put my blanket over him when he had fallen asleep, wrapping it over his shoulders before returning to my previous stage of staring at nothingness with my arms wrapped around my body. I had tried to blame Ethan when we had lost Lennon and Ivy, but with the more time that passed, I had come to understand why he had done it. And I was grateful to have him by my side when I was feeling at my lowest—even if we didn't exchange any words.
