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The plane carrying forty girls from Westfield Academy shook violently before breaking apart over the Pacific, scattering survivors across a remote, jungle-covered island with no roads, no signal, and no rescue in sight. Rachel was the first to pull herself from the wreckage, her palms bleeding and her ears still ringing, and when she looked up and saw faces emerging pale and shaking from the tree line, she did the only thing she could think to do. "Everyone come toward my voice!" she shouted, cu