The two men continued to hit and push each other. Everyone tried to break them up, except Meagan and Morgan. They were excited!

"This is so exciting! I mean, our entire life, we've witnessed, like, two fights. Two! And one of them was in fourth grade," said Meagan.

"I know. How long do you think this one will go on?"

"I don't know.

As if her words were magic, a tall, strong man said "Hey, break it up. Break it up." And, they did break it up!

"Oh my god. Everyone tells them to 'break it up' over and over again, but they didn't listen. Ever. Then this man comes along, and all of a sudden, they stop! Why is that?" said Meagan.

"Well…he does look pretty strong," replied Morgan.

One of the men participating in the fight was Sayid. Neither of the twins had met the other man, though, and he appeared to have long, sandy blonde hair. Although they weren't actually fighting anymore, they continued to yell things. Especially the blonde one. He accused Sayid of being a terrorist and causing the plane to crash.

Meagan gasped. "Do you think he crashed the plane?"

"I have no idea. I guess it's one of those things we'll never really know," said Morgan.

Then a girl with brown hair pulled back into a ponytail said something about a transceiver and needing someone to make it work. Sayid said he could help with that.

"Oh great, let's trust this guy," was the blonde's reply.

"He does have a point there," pointed out Meagan. But no one really listened to her.

"Hey, we're all in this together. Let's have a little respect, man," said Hurley, the one that that was, um, huge.

"Shut up lardo!" said the blonde.

Meagan and Morgan both started to laugh. A lot. Hurley glared at them.

"Oh come on, Hurley. Don't tell me you didn't totally see that one coming," said Morgan.

Then, everyone started talking about the transceiver, which Meagan and Morgan didn't really understand. Meagan didn't even know what a transceiver was, let alone what it did. So they both walked away. Morgan attempted to find her suitcase, and Meagan attempted to find her sun-screen. This went on for awhile until a Chinese man approached them both, saying unidentifiable Chinese words.

"I'm sorry, we don't understand Chinese," said Morgan. But this guy still didn't go away. He held out this, like, tray of weird, gross, fish things? Whatever they were, they looked pretty nasty.

"Oh, um, ok. Thanks," said Morgan, trying not to grimace. As soon the man left, obviously very satisfied, Morgan threw the…the…the thing into the ocean.

"What did you just do? I was hungry. I wanted to eat that. I can't believe you could be that wasteful," exclaimed Meagan.

"Meagan! Did you see that thing? It was nasty. And if I had actually kept it, you wouldn't have eaten it. I would have," said Morgan.

"Fine. I'll just go and get my own then."

"They're probably all gone by now, and if they aren't, he won't give you any. He thinks that you're me, and he knows he already gave me one."

"Well then I'll him we're twins!"

"He doesn't speak English! Not that he would believe you, anyways."

"Well then Morgan, since according to you, you're the smartest person here, how do I get food? Or do you just prefer I starve to death?"

"I never said I was the smartest person here. I just said I was smarter than you," Morgan sighed. "Look, if you're seriously that hungry, you should probably go to Hurley. He probably has food."

"Who the hell is Hurley!" exclaimed Meagan.

"The fat one! God Meagan, have you even bothered to learn anyone's name? Because we're obviously gunna be here awhile."

"I may not remember names, but at least I don't refer to people as "the Arab" or "the fat one." Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm getting some food. For me."

"Then go already!"

"I am!"

And with that, Meagan stormed over to who she assumed Morgan was talking about when she said "the fat one."

"Excuse me, do you know where the food is?"

"Food?"

"Yeah. Food. The kind you're supposed to eat."

"Oh, right. Its right over there," he said, pointing to a pile of airplane food. Without even saying thank-you, she took one then came back to where Morgan was.

"I'm sorry, Morgan," said Meagan.

"Me too."

"So…did they ever do anything about that whole…trans…trans…"

"Transceiver?" asked Morgan.

"Yeah. That."

"Yeah, they did. Actually, I think they're getting ready to go on a hike right now. Evidently the transceiver will work if they're on high ground. Lots of people are going," said Morgan

"I think…that we should go. On the hike, I mean," suggested Meagan. Morgan stared at her.

"What? It would give us a good chance to, you know, socialize. Get to know people," said Meagan.

"Meagan. Are you trying to tell me that I'm the only one who remembers the hike from freaking hell we had?" asked Morgan.

"Well, yeah I remember it, but, that was in second grade. 15 years ago. I'm sure some things have changed. Or maybe there were some things we just exaggerated in our heads."

"You think we just exaggerated the bathrooms? Or, or that someone has magically gotten rid of all those bugs? You can go, if you want to, but I'm staying here. I'm 'socializing' here," said Meagan.

"I guess you have a point." Meagan sighed. "What do you suggest we do?"

Morgan shrugged. "Sort clothes."

"Well that sounds like fun," Meagan replied sarcastically.

But the twins did it anyways. They did it for a pretty long time, until they decided to chat with Claire. Claire was really nice. A little too nice. So nice that it got to the point where it was annoying. But they chatted anyways. There was nothing else to do.

When night came, the twins gladly went to sleep. Then they woke up. Fascinating, isn't it? Meagan sighed at the lack of excitement in her life.

"I'm not sorting clothes. And you better not either! I don't want to talk to people. We've meet everyone, and every single one of them has been boring, and stupid," complained Meagan.

"Well, I don't want to either. But what else can we do?"

"We could…just sit here…and think."

"Think about what?"

"Uh…Starbucks?"

Morgan rolled her eyes. "Only you would say something as random as that."

"It's not random at all. I need my Starbucks. I think I am going through, like, Starbucks withdrawal."

"Well it could be a lot worse than Starbucks withdrawal. I mean, what do you want to bet that out of almost 50 survivors at least one of them is a drug addict?" replied Morgan

"That's…scary. Don't talk about that."

"It's a fact, Meagan. Just like my airplane blanket being disgusting; it's scary, but it's still a fact."

"Fine. You can think about your little druggie friends and I can think about my Starbucks.

They sat in silence for what seemed to be a long time, until Sayid, Boone, Shannon, and three other people trekked out of the jungle.

Meagan squinted. "What's going on over there?"

"Oh, I think those are the people who went on the hike. They're back!" said Morgan, getting up and running towards them as she said it.

"Shannon went on a hike?" Meagan said partly to her self. She didn't know Shannon very well, but Shannon hadn't really seemed like the kind of girl that would go on hikes.

"As you and the others know, we hiked up the mountain in an attempt to help the rescue team locate us. The transceiver failed to pick up a signal. We weren't able to send out a call for help," stated Sayid.

"Who elected him spokesperson?" murmured Meagan.

"Shut up. He's just trying to help," was Morgan's reply.

Sayid continued on, saying something about needing electronics, such as laptops and cell phones.

"There's no way in hell I'm giving up my cell phone," said Meagan.

"Well, it's not like it works. And, don't you want to get rescued? I know I don't want to stay on 'Junkie Island', as you might call it."

"I'm keeping my cell phone," said Meagan. "But feel free to give up all of your stuff."

"I still haven't found my suitcase."

"Well, then you can go find it, and I can talk to Shannon. She seems…bitchy. Everything I've ever wanted in a friend."

So they parted ways. Morgan went off to the pile of unclaimed suitcases, noticeably smaller, while Meagan went off in attempt to make a friend.

"So… I'm Meagan. You might remember me," said Meagan, looking at Shannon.

"Uh, yeah. Sure," Shannon answered.

"Oh! That's fabulous. Uh, how was the hike?"

"Shitty."

"Yeah…that seems to be general category," said Meagan.

Shannon laughed. "Actually, this was my first hike I've ever taken."

"My and my twin sister were in Girl Scouts. We had to do this hike. All I really remember is it being horrible, and just wanting to go home," said Meagan, wincing at the memory.

"You have a twin sister? That's so cool," said Shannon, smiling.

"It has its ups and downs. Um, anyways, what exactly made the hike shitty? Besides the obvious reasons."

"Well…I'm not sure if I can say anything, but…whatever," Shannon took a deep breath. "It was a bad hike to start with. Everyone on it was really annoying, and it was tiring, I did not like it. And then all of a sudden we heard this rumbling noise, and it was coming closer! So I ran, of course, and I fell, but I got back up and ran! Because I thought it was the monster. So I assumed everyone was running with me, but I glanced over my shoulder, and Sawyer was still there! He was holding a gun out. Then we heard him shoot…it. Quite a few times. We all went up to get a good look at it, and it was…a polar bear!"

"A polar bear!"

"Yeah, a polar bear."

"Oh my god. You must have been so scared. I mean, of course you were, it was a polar bear!"

"Uh-huh. A polar bear."

"I can't believe that." Meagan sighed, trying to accept the fact that there was a POLAR BEAR on the island she was stranded on. "Go on with the story. Or is that it?" asked Meagan.

"Nope. It gets worse. When we were on high enough ground to get a signal, Sayid tried it, but he couldn't get through. He couldn't get through because something else was already transmitting on this island." Meagan's eyes grew wide. "It was a French woman's transmission. I was the only one that spoke French, so I translated for them."

"What did the French woman say?" said Meagan, eyes wide with horror.

"Something like 'Help me. I'm all alone now. It killed them. It killed them all.'"

'Well…that definitely would be a shitty hike then, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah. Hey, um, it's ok if you tell say, your twin, but other than that, try to keep it on the down low."

"Oh right, of course."

Then Meagan went off. Luckily, Morgan, the person she had been hoping to see, came skipping towards her.

"Guess what Meagan? I found my bag!"

"That's great."

The twins sat down.

"So Morgan?"

"Yeah?"

"We don't live on Junkie Island anymore. We live on Polar Bear Island."

A/N Chapter three. That was longer than usual, but then again, it's only my third chapter. Please review!