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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JUNIPER.
Lennon was being weird. Really fucking weird. Since the night before, after we buried the bodies, she had barely spoke a word to me. Each time I tried to speak to her, she would either mumble out a response or ignore me completely. I tried not to overthink it, but after what had happened, I couldn't help but question her and her sanity. Something deeply traumatic had happened—and on her meds or not, that could be enough to trigger a psychotic break.
When the sun came up, we groggily got ourselves out of the plane and began packing for the day ahead of us. Now knowing that Ivy could shoot a moving target, we couldn't sit on our asses any longer when Coach Stratford was out there somewhere. But even with the guns, it didn't make me feel any safer knowing how large and deadly those creatures were. But we had no choice—we couldn't leave Coach Stratford out there alone; no matter how badly I wanted to.
I was shoving water bottles into my back when I noticed Maggie from the corner of my eye. She was standing beside me, her eyes darting back and forth between the tree line nervously. It didn't take a genius to know what she was thinking about. Like myself, she was thinking about the creatures—if they were close by, ready to pounce once again. It was natural for us to be afraid, but I knew Maggie, she wouldn't admit it to anyone. She hated the idea of people knowing she was afraid of something, mostly because people expected it from her.
I turned, tapping her arm gently. She jumped, turning to me with wide eyes. She let out a little laugh at her own expense, "Sorry, June. I'm just—I guess I'm a little on edge knowing we're gonna leave the safety of this camp." She admitted, wrapping her arms around her tiny, frail body. It was honestly a miracle she didn't make a habit of breaking bones from how petite and thin she was, and especially now that she had been on the Island for over a week—she looked almost ghostly.
"Everyone's on edge, Mags. Don't beat yourself up about it." I said, giving her arm a rub.
She inhaled, looking across the way to where Lennon was standing with Ivy who was showing her how to handle the handgun she had given her, "Even after everything that's happened, Lennon never seems afraid. She just powers on through." She said, a sad tone to her voice as she enviously stared at my sister. I knew that feeling all too well. It was hopeless to compare yourself to my sister because no matter what, you could never—ever be her. Lennon was one of a kind, she didn't come with copies.
"Lennon has that habit," I began saying, folding my arms at my chest as I looked onwards at my sister. "She can be terrified and you'd never know. I just like to tell myself it means she's scared all of the time—it makes it a lot easier."
Maggie sighed, "I've always really looked up to her, you know? I thought I'd grow out of it. But even now, even here—more so now that we're here, I can't help but wish I was more like her." I glanced at Maggie, noticing how her eyes were beginning to water.
