The Island

Chapter 5

Grace | Day 1

I slouched in my seat staring at the back of the seat in front of me, trying hard to avoid looking at all the girls around me. Looking out the window and flying farther and farther away from home wasn't any more comforting than meeting the eyes of all the girls that were ten times crazier than I was.

When my mother told me she was sending me away I thought it was a joke. I thought it was a huge joke that everyone else was in on except for me, until I boarded the plane and saw the guards and the girls looking equally as scared, defeated, and angry as I was.

I shouldn't even be on this plane. I retweeted those tweets. I mean, yeah, they probably sounded like threats to people who didn't understand our sense of humor, but they were literally just jokes. They weren't real. And I didn't even send any of them. I just retweeted. The girls who wrote them should be the only ones going to this rehab center.

Cleary, everyone was taking it a lot differently than others. A lot of the girls decided to act tough on the flight. They talked back to the guards and yelled at each other. Others were still trying to make believe this was a joke. They were laughing about it, shrugging it off like this was going to be some kind of vacation. But I knew it was real. And the only way I would make it out without any trouble was to keep quiet and be nice to everyone.

I was worried that the mean girls were going to make this trip hard for everyone. They would make the guards believe we were all crazy like them. I wasn't crazy, I just had a dry sense of humor, like all the other girls trapped alongside me.

The mean girls were the ones that should be being punished. You could tell which ones had wrote those tweets versus which ones had just retweeted. The girls who were crying, who stayed silent, who stared out the window with pained expressions were the ones who didn't deserve to be here. The girls who acted out, the ones who yelled and talked back to the guards and didn't show any remorse were the ones that started this whole thing. 

The one girl that stuck out the most out of all them was a girl named Shannon. She sat two seats in front of me, and the whole ride she had been snapping at the girl next to her and giving the guards attitude. She was going to be the one that got us all in trouble, I could just tell.

I peeked over at her seat at the same moment she arrived back from her trip to the bathroom. Instead of sitting back in her seat though, she made the girl next to her move into it so she could sit on the outside. She poked a brunette sitting across from her to get her attention and I leaned in closer to hear. 

The brunette didn't move though, it looked like she was sleeping, so Shannon hit her shoulder and hissed, "TAYLOR."

Taylor jumped, "Jesus Shannon whAT?!" she yelped, rubbing her shoulder.

"Shhh shut the fuck up!" She whispered hastily. She leaned in very close, looking around to make sure no one was watching, and I diverted my eyes to the window across from me.

When she looked back at Taylor, I leaned in even closer, practically slipping off my seat. 

"I just got a text from Michigan." she whispered.

"..But, she wasn't supposed to te-" she was cut off.

"Shut up I know but look." she held up her watch to face Taylor and I squinted my eyes to see but it was too small and too far away from me to read.

Taylor's eyes widened and she gasped, "What does that mean? What should we do?!"

"I have a plan but you have to STOP. PANICKING." Shannon responded through gritted teeth, giving her the death stare. 

Taylor closed her mouth quickly and whispered, "What's your plan?"

Shannon looked around again, and I quickly looked down at my hands. "We have to get everyone to not stand up when the plane lands, but we can't tell them why. We have to make them think it's just a protest."

Taylor nodded and glanced around the cabin. "Okay, so telephone?"

Shannon smirked, "Telephone."

Before I knew it, they had turned to their seat partners and whispered something in their ear, then their partners nodded and turned behind them, whispering in more ears. In a matter of seconds, the whole plane was filled with giggling teenagers and faint whispers of the same message: "Don't stand up when they make us get off. Don't get off the plane."

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[A/N:] Okay, SUPER sorry for how long it's taken me to update, and DOUBLE sorry for how short it is. But I figured a short update is better than none at all. I'll definitely be updating again either tonight or tomorrow morning though and it will be MUCH longer, so don't worry! I just wanted to get another chapter out there before you all forgot about this story hhahaha.

Thank you to everyone who's been reading and supporting so far. I'm so glad you guys like it.

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-Abbey