“I don’t want to bury her. She doesn’t deserve it,” Ginny said.
“That’s true. I just thought writing ‘ASK’ on her grave would be ironic,” I said.
“Well, here!” Rupert said. He grabbed sticks and made the word “ASK” on the ground next to Arlene.
We actually ripped pieces of cloth from her clothes to use as bandages. It was really disgusting because she was in terrible shape, but we were kind of desperate. Then, we went back to the shelters. I wanted to get away from that body as quickly as possible. I never wanted to see Arlene Smith-Kensington again.
After that, I don’t remember how many days passed before people discovered us. Maybe three or four. By that time, Ginny could walk a little better, but she used one of us a crutch at all times. Rupert felt better, too, but his side still bothered him.
At what sounded like a whirring helicopter propeller, we went out to the beach to see if rescue really had arrived. A helicopter stood in the sand. A black woman and a woman with short blonde curls rushed up to us.
“Hello, I’m Chental Vickers, and this is Jaicelynn Starr. We’re with the Coast Guard. Are you all right?” the black woman said.
“Well, sort of,” I said. “We all have some wounds and Rupert got pushed off the mountain the other day.”
“Pushed off a mountain?” Jaicelynn said.
“It’s a long story. One of the people here was a murderer and killed four other people, until we finally killed her,” I said.
“Oh my! Where are the bodies?” Chental asked.
“I know where 3 out of 5 bodies are. I’m not sure if Arlene buried Daniella or if she’s still where I found her. My aunt is buried. The killer, and my sister aren’t. They must be awful by now. I really don’t want to see them, especially Natalie.”
“That’s your sister?” Jaicelynn asked.
“And who are you three?”
“I’m Shayne Jackson. This is my sister, Ginny, and Rupert Rutter.”
“Well, we’re pleased to meet you. I just wish it was under better circumstances. We thought the storm killed everyone, until we discovered movement on this island. This island is several nautical miles away from the initial crash. We’ll just find the bodies, and then we’ll send another helicopter to retrieve them later.”
I told Chental and Jaicelynn where to find the bodies. They came back in ten minutes. Then, we all boarded the helicopter. Once we got to the search and rescue place, they booked a flight home for us. I was so excited to see Mom and Dad that the next few hours hardly felt real.
Our parents stood outside the gate at the airport when we arrived.
“Mom! Dad!” I yelled. I was never so happy to see them in my life. I ran to them. Ginny followed slower on crutches.
For a while, I did nothing but cry and hug Mom. I heard her crying, too. Thankfully, the Coast Guard people informed them about Aunt Lorelei and Natalie’s deaths so I didn’t have to. Mom pulled back to look at me, tears still shining in her green eyes.
“Oh, my sweet girl.” She hugged me again then let go to hug Ginny.
“Daddy!” I threw myself into his arms.
“I’m so glad to have you back, beautiful.”
One Year Later
“Come on, Shayne! It’s time to go!” Ginny called. She entered my room through the open doorway.
“Go where?” I said.
“To get Rupert, of course!”
“Oh, I forgot that was today!”
“I bet you’re excited,” I said in a teasing tone of voice.
Ginny blushed. “As a matter of fact, I am.”
“Well, so am I. I’m positive our parents will make better foster parents than Miss Queenie did.”
“Um, Shaynie, I was wondering something.”
“Could I … borrow your blue Converse?” Ginny asked.
I almost didn’t expect that. Ginny hadn’t asked to borrow anything of mine since we got home.
“Sure. And I don’t wear them that much. You go ahead and keep them until I want to borrow them back.”
“No problem, little sister.”
What did you think of it? Were you surprised?