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Mom's: They won, they'll probably be tired and sleep on the ride home

meanwhile us:

the striker- ENGLISH OR SPANSIH WHOEVER MOVES FIRST IS GAY!!

The younger goal keeper: The vehicle stopped and the back doors open, so WHOOOO! WASSUP BIT-

The winger- Why did you wake me up

Me- BECAUSE!!! OUR MOM'S ARE BUYING US BURGERS AND COKE FLOATS

The older goal keeper- SHIT! GET ME ICE CREAM!!

My cousin- Wtf! ME TOO!

The other winger- *opens the window and screams at motorcycle* WOWWWW SO FASTTTTT VROMMMMMM!!!!

The striker- bro shut up your being weird.

Me: guys, we stole a ball! I put one in the cooler,

The younger goal keeper- Theres one in my bag too!

The mid feild- WHOOOO!! FREE BALLSSSS

The winger, striker, goalkeeper, and mid feild- AY! AY! AY! AY! AY! AY!

Our moms: .... *Sigh* Kids.....

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Nature’s Wrath: Part II

1991.

First day of middle school. Mrs. Shipman looks at her two children in the backseat of the car as she drops them off for their first day of middle school.

“Mommy, what if they don’t like us?” A young Shauna asks, her hand clutching Sean’s nervously. “Don’t worry, Sha-Sha, i’ll puh-protect-protect you!” Sean smiles widely at his twin sister. Mrs. Shipman grins at the gesture from the young boy.

“They’ll love you two. I just know it. Isn’t that right, honey?” She asks her husband, who’s sat in the passenger seat. “Hm? Oh, yeah. Sure! They’re gonna think you two are the coolest!” He says half-heartedly, to which Mrs. Shipman gives him a look that says ‘we’re talking later.’

“Alright, get going, you’re gonna be late, kiddos.” Mr. Shipman says with a warm smile to the twins.

Sean and Shauna look at each other, now determined to have a good day at school.

They get out of the car, clinging onto their backpacks, and walk side by side into school.

“How was school, kiddos?” Mr. Shipman asks, now picking up the two kids from school alone. Shauna is happily looking put the window, meanwhile Sean is slouched in his seat, looking annoyed. “It was good.” Shauna says, smiling, still looking out the window. “Sean?” Mr. Shipman asks, concerned. “They made fun of my unicorn backpack. They said I was gay.” Sean mumbles. Mr. Shipman’s smile falters. And that was just the start of years of bullying.

Shauna was loved almost immediately. Sean became the social pariah on day one. It’s funny how resentment builds so easily.

1993

The forks scrape against the glass plates as the noodles swirl around in a spiral. Sean hasn’t eaten much lately. He’s gotten really skinny. However, something has him in a better mood than the quiet and depressed boy he usually is. “So. How was school, kiddos?” Mr. Shipman asks.

“It was good. Jackie made me a friendship bracelet. See?” Shauna holds up her arm to show her father the beaded bracelet. The beads are in the shapes of hearts and stars and read J+S FOREVER.

“Well, that’s great, hun! I’m glad you’ve got such a good friend.” Mrs. Shipman smiles at Shauna, then turns to Sean, her smile falters just a little bit, preparing herself to hear what the kids did to Sean this time.

“Matthew P tried to give me a wedgie, but this girl stopped him! She said her name was Natalie. She has a weird last name. She said it was italian, so I think she’d like spaghetti. OOO! I should make her some spaghetti. And tell her thank you.” Sean explains, smiling.

Shauna rolls her eyes, and scoffs. “Shut up, Sean. No one cares about your stupid crush.” Shauna huffs, which earns her a glare from Mrs. Shipman. “Shauna! Don’t be rude.” Mr. Shipman scolds her. “That’s really great, son. I’m glad you’ve made a friend. Maybe we could have her over for dinner sometime.” Mr. Shipman smiles.

1994

Music is blaring from Sean’s bedroom. Smoke fogs up the air. He and Natalie are passing a joint back and forth. “Do you think he likes me back?” Natalie asks Sean. “Uh, sure.” Sean replies, annoyed. “What crawled up your ass?” Natalie retorts, scoffing slightly.

“Nothing. Shauna’s just been… Shauna, I guess.” Sean lies. “Ah, sorry, dude. I’m honestly glad I don’t have any siblings. Sounds like it’d be super shitty.” Natalie explains, as she doodles in her notebook.

The two are laying on Sean’s twin bed. Natalie is laying on her stomach with her legs crossed in the air, and Sean is on his back with his hands on his chest. In between them sits an ashtray, where a singular burning joint is.

Suddenly, Mr. Shipman bursts into the room, startling both Natalie and Sean. “Sean Shipman, have you been having sex with boys?!” He yells. Sean immediately gets off his bed and in between his father and Natalie.

“No, I haven’t! Get the fuck out of my room!” Sean shouts. Natalie bolts out of the room through the window. Mr. Shipman smells the air. “Have you been smoking chronic?” Mr. Shipman asks.

“No, I haven’t.” Sean lies. “Have you been hotboxing your fucking bedroom, Sean?!” Mr. Shipman yells, furious. “Get out of my room!” Sean shouts. Mr. Shipman steps toward him, and Sean reflexively holds his arms up to block. Mr. Shipman calms down, and looks at his son with concern all over his face.

He wasn’t going to hit him, but Sean didn’t know that. “Sean, buddy, i’m sorry. I wasn’t gonna do anything to you.” He says, trying his best to sound comforting. “Just get out.” Sean croaks out. Mr. Shipman tries to place his hand on Sean’s shoulder, but it’s shoved off.

“Out!” Sean yells. Mr. Shipman sighs, and walks out, shutting the door behind him.

Sean immediately puts out the joint and angrily throws the ashtray at his bedroom wall, putting a dent in it. He crawls into bed, and starts crying into his pillow.

1996

“Alright, you’ll need to change the bandages soon, and hourly after that. But! On the bright side, you’re not the only amputee! I had to amputate Coach Scott’s leg.” Misty says way too cheerfully.

“Misty, you aren’t helping.” Natalie says, annoyed. “We need some kind of anti-septic. What about the bar cart?” Misty asks. “It was just soda. It’s cheaper that way.” Lottie explains.

“Maybe somebody brought contraband.” Laura Lee says, looking pointedly at Nat. Everyone else looks at Nat, except Sean. “Guys, what the fuck?” Sean replies angrily. “What? It wouldn’t be out of character for her. Or you.” Tai states.

“Assholes.” Sean mumbles. “Well, did you?” Misty asks both Natalie and Sean. “Obviously.” Sean and Natalie say at the same time. “But, I stashed it in my bag, and god knows where that is now…” Natalie explains.

“Same here.” Sean sighs. Van pulls something out of a nearby bag. “Guys, how about this?” Van asks. “Hey, that’s m— uh… A great idea, Van.” Jackie speaks up.

“Witch hazel, isopropyl alcohol. Actually, this could work. Okay.” Misty says, and grabs it from Van. Misty walks over to Sean and gently grabs his stub and pours it on. Sean groans in pain, but holds it together pretty okay.

Misty then walks over to Coach Scott and pours it on his stump leg and pours it on, making Coach Scott scream in pain, leaning forward. “Lie back, lie back.” Misty orders, and two other girls hold Coach Scott down.

“Oh, jesus! Fuck, my leg! Agh!” Coach Scott shouts. “Oh, fuck! Is it bad? How bad is it?” He asks, and everyone looks at each other with a knowing look. He doesn’t know Misty amputated his leg.

“Well, the good news is I—“ “You’re gonna be fine, Coach.” Taissa cuts off Misty before she can tell him she amputated his leg. “You got pretty banged up, but Misty’s doing a really good job. Right, Misty?” Taissa says, giving her a look that reads ‘go along with it.’

Taissa and Misty step aside. “We have to tell him.” Misty states. “And freak him out worse? Are you really that psyched to tell him you chopped his fucking leg off with an axe?” Taissa replies.

“Hey, do you think me losing an arm is gonna make Shauna have some goddamn empathy?” Sean jokes, and Natalie smiles slightly. “Good to know you haven’t turned into an armless, boring, sad freak.” Natalie chuckles. “They can’t keep me down for long.” Sean shadowboxes jokingly, however it’s considerably harder without his right arm. Natalie giggles. “Who is ‘they’?” She asks. “Oh, you get the point, dipshit.” Sean replies, smiling.

Laura Lee screams as she looks up at a tree. Sean follows her eyes and the sight makes him want to vomit. Coach Martinez is laying on a tree branch, blood dripping from all over his body.

Lottie and Van run over to drag Laura Lee from her seating position on the ground underneath him. Everyone else runs over to see what the commotion is. “Dad! Dad!” Javi screams, his voice cracking.

“Javi, Javi, Javi, come here.” One of the girls pulls him away, trying to get him away from the sight.

“Holy macaroni, is-is that…” Misty trails off. “He’s gotta be dead, right?” Natalie asks. “For sure dead.” Sean answers.

Shauna smacks his shoulder from beside him. “What the fuck?” She whisper yells. “Don’t look. Don’t look.” Jackie tells Javi.

“Okay. Who has the best arm?” Jackie asks. “Wait, singular? Or…” Sean jokes, and Shauna smacks his arm again. “I do, Jackie.” Mari speaks up. “What?” Van asks.

“Thinking we could… try and throw things at him and see if he moves.” Jackie suggests. “You want to throw rocks at Coach, who fell out of a fucking plane?” Taissa asks in disbelief. “I didn’t say rocks. Someone’s shoe or whatever.” Jackie replies.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a fuck ton smarter, you’re on fire today, Jackie. Oh! Wait. That was supposed to be me, huh? Or Sean, who was literally on fire and lost his fucking arm because of it?” Van says angrily to Jackie.

“What?” Taissa asks, but it falls on deaf ears. “We need a plan here.” Shauna states. “We could lower him with ropes?” Laura Lee suggests. “Vines, then? I don’t know!” Laura Lee adds after everyone gave her an annoyed look, because none of them have rope.

“Fuck’s sake, Laura Lee, we’re not gonna Tarzan him out of a tree!” Natalie states. “You got a better idea?” Jackie asks Natalie.

“Than shoes and vines? Sure! Let’s just cut the fuckin’ tree down!” Natalie replies. Then, Travis runs over to see Coach in the tree. “Dad? Dad!” Travis shouts, then immediately runs toward the tree. The girls all immediately try to stop him.

Travis starts to climb up the tree, and Misty rushes to grab some kind of cushioning to save Travis if he falls. She runs back holding some blankets. “This is all I could find, okay? So just grab a corner and if somebody falls on it, we can catch them.” Misty explains, and they all grab a corner and try to tie the ends of each blanket together.

The girls are all shouting at Travis to climb back down, Jackie especially. Travis eventually gets to the branch the coach is on, and starts crawling towards him, the branch loudly creaking and cracking as he does.

“Travis, get back!” Van yells. Travis does as she says, right as the branch falls onto the ground, Coach’s body along with it.

Some of the team is carrying Coach Martinez’s body. Theres a gloomy silence surrounding everyone. Natalie pulls a flask out of her jacket pocket, and opens it, taking a sip before offering it to Sean. “Here.” She says. “Oh, thank you. I’ve been needing some liquid courage.” Sean chuckles. He takes a sip, and Shauna glares at him as she walks past the two.

“So, that answers my earlier question.” Sean whispers to Natalie, and Nat snorts.

Sean’s POV

God, this is all such a bloody mess. Everyone who worked on the plane is dead, Coach Martinez got impaled on a tree and fuckin’ died too. Coach Scott’s leg is gone, and I almost got burnt alive and am now eternally a lefty.

But, somehow, i’m still joking. And Natalie is still able to smile, and honestly? That’s all I really care about. It’s a nice smile.

The fire is lit, thanks to Nat’s lighter. Nat and I are sat together. Nat is obviously tired. I could offer her my shoulder, but everyone would just keep assuming she and I are dating. We’re not. We’re best friends. FRIENDS. Nothing more.

But… who gives a shit anyway? We’re in the middle of the fucking woods after a plane crash. I should actually invest in not giving a fuck for real instead of pretending I don’t when I do.

I poke Natalie with my elbow, and look at my shoulder. She gets the hint, and scoot closer and rests her cheek on my shoulder, exhausted.

Across from us is Lottie, who’s looking at Natalie and I with what seems like an annoyed expression. Well, not really both me and Natalie, it’s mainly just Natalie.

I quirk an eyebrow at her, and she smiles at me, like she wasn’t just looking at Nat like she wanted to shoot lasers out her eyes and blow up her head.

“I’m sure the plane has an emergency transmitter sending out a distress signal. They’ll be here to rescue us by morning.” Shauna says.

“Still. Maybe we should… conserve some food?” Jackie suggests, looking pointedly at Van, who is currently snacking. “In case they don’t get here ‘til later on the day?” Jackie concludes.

“You want to save the CornNuts?” Van asks Jackie, annoyed. I try to hold back a laugh. This time actually doing so successfully.

Taissa pokes Laura Lee’s arm. “You okay, Laura Lee?” She asks. Laura Lee just keeps looking at the fire with tears in her eyes. “This is all my fault.” Laura Lee pauses. “I did something really bad. I kept screwing up on my piano lesson last week. Mrs. Brophy kept yelling at me. F sharp. F sharp. F sharp.” Laura Lee sniffles. “I just- I couldn’t take it anymore. So I called her a bad word.” Laura Lee explains.

“Just in my head, but… God heard me. Now we’re all being punished.” Laura Lee finishes the story. “What did you call her?” Taissa asks, curious.

“Cunt.” Laura Lee whispers, and Van tries to muffle a laugh, before everyone starts laughing, including Laura Lee. “I steal shitty clothes from T.J Maxx.” Lottie admits. “What?” Van smiles. “I return them, and I get credit that I never use, and I have thousands of dollars in T.J bucks.” Lottie explains further, and we all start laughing again.

“I didn’t know you had it in you, Lots!” I laugh, and Lottie hides her face in her hands, embarrassed. Misty places the axe blade into the fire.

“I, uh… I used to sneak downstairs after everybody had gone to bed and watch the Color of Night so I could pause it on Bruce Willis’s wang.” Jackie confesses.

“That is definitely why we crashed.” Taissa replies, giggling. “I mean, Jeff’s not bad, but damn.” Jackie laughs. “Oh, i’ve seen Sean’s.” Natalie admits, and Jackie looks at Natalie with wide eyes. “And?” Jackie asks. Natalie mouths something, but I don’t see it. “Natalie! What the fuck?” I laugh.

Shauna covers her face. “Ew! I definitely do NOT want to hear about my twin brother’s dong.” Shauna exclaims, embarrassed.

“And just to clarify, it was entirely accidental. I climbed up to his window and he was dancing naked to ‘Take On Me’!” Natalie clarifies, and I cover her mouth with my hand. “You promised you wouldn’t tell a soul!” I shout, and everyone laughs.

Natalie licks my hand and I immediately let go. “Ew!” I groan. “What about you, Shipman? Any secrets big enough to crash a goddamn plane?” Jackie asks Shauna. “Which Shipman?” I jokingly ask, and Jackie playfully rolls her eyes.

For once, the entire team and I are getting along well. Shauna goes quiet. “Um…” Shauna gets cut off by Coach Scott screaming. We all get up and run to him, to see Misty sat next to his stump, holding the axe that is now orange from sitting in the fire. “What the fuck, Misty?” Taissa asks.

“I had to stop the bleeding for good. It’s your turn now, Sean.” Misty says. Oh no. “Fuck no! I was burned already, shouldn’t that be enough?” I ask, and Misty shakes her head.

Misty gets up, and before I can react, she holds the hot axe to my stub and cauterizes it. “Agh! What the fuck?!” I cry out, and Natalie rushes to me to check on me.

This is gonna be a long night.