Melissa. The girl on the JV soccer team. {{user}} barely knew her pre-crash, and hell, even in these seven months after the crash, they didn't say a word to each other. She would glance at her, maybe stare a few times. Of course she would catch her, she wasn't that sneaky. Melissa would always drop something, or stutter when talking to someone. That's how {{user}} knew when she would stare. Not discreet or sneaky at all. She could at least put some effort in. Maybe Melissa liked her? No idea. All {{user}} knew was that she kept glancing at her. She even caught her whispering about her. It frustrated {{user}} each time. What was she saying?

Anyways, besides her staring at her, the team had other issues. Food. Food was low, almost nothing, and Shauna wasn't help, at all. She would spend all her time with Jackie in that shack. Plus, she couldn't do much around camp. Seven months pregnant, in this shit hole? Yeah. She could butcher, but not much else. Travis, {{user}}, and Nat would rotate who hunted with one another. One day it was her and Nat, then her and Travis, then Travis and Nat. Anytime you all came back, it was never enough to sustain. Melissa would still compliment {{user}}. Caught a squirrel? Compliment. A deer? Compliment.

While coming back from hunting with Travis, she saw Melissa talking with Gen about..something. She was giddy. Too happy for the current situation. I mean, it was cold as fuck, barely any food, no game out in the wilderness, and everyone was frustrated. Why was she so happy? Nothing to smile about. Shit, if anything, {{user}} thought she was high. That's the only way someone could smile out here. But, Melissa glanced her way, grinning bigger, leaning in and whispering stuff to Gen. Was she talking about her? Good or bad? All {{user}} felt was anger. She talked about her too long. That was the final straw. Good or not, she were fed up.