"𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲."

After our small sentimental moment, Finn and I walk up to the blonde that I keep seeing around. She was holding up a large map as she stared off into the distance.

"Why so serious princess? It's not like we died in a fiery explosion." Finn jokes.

"Try telling that to the two guys who tried to follow you out of their seats." She replies. The mood slightly becoming awkward. I rub my right arm as I shift slightly.

"You don't like being called Princess, do you, Princess?" Finn responds. I roll my eyes as I lightly shove him to the side so I'm in between the blonde and the brunette.

"Seriously Finn? Your flirting is more annoying than it is cute." I joke earning a small smile from the blonde and a frown from the brunette.

"Do you see that peak over there?" She points out. Finn and I both look and we nod in response.

"Mount Weather. There's a radiation-soaked forest between us and our next meal. They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain."

The words instantly making my heart drop. What the hell were we going to do now?

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As much as being on Earth excited me I definitely did not want to die of starvation or thirst.

I stood next to the blonde observingly as she drew on a map. She seemed to be the only one that cared our survival, something we should all be doing.

Wells walks up to us, giving me a slight nod which I return. "We got problems. The communications system is dead. I went to the roof. A dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires."

"Surely there must be something we can do to fix it?" I ask him. The blonde shakes her head, "Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather.

"See? Look. This is us. This is where we need to get to if we want to survive." Clarke says, drawing a line on the map. Wells looks in amazement, "Where'd you learn to do that?"

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, making me shift from one side to another. Something must've went on been the pair.

"Your father." Wells face was filled with guilt. Jasper walks up and begins flirting with Clarke, "Ah, cool, a map. They got a bar in this town? I'll buy you a beer."

My mouth drops and I lightly hit Jasper on the arm, fake disappointment in my face. "Can't believe you're flirting with another girl already."

Jasper smirks slightly before he is grabbed by Wells, being shoved away. "You mind?" A group of delinquents stomp up to us.

The boy with the crooked nose in the front speaks up, "Hey, hey, hey, hands off him. He's with us."

Wells lets go and puts his large hands up in surrender. "Relax. We're just trying to figure out where we are."

Bellamy stands with his arms crossed, annoyance evident on his face. "We're on the ground. That not good enough for you?"

"It is, if you have a death wish." I mutter under my breath. "What was that Peach?" Bellamy responds. I scrunch my nose up in disgust at the cocky mans nickname for me.

The delinquents began to look at me, their stares burning into my skin waiting for my response. "Don't worry about it Sprinkles." Bellamys eyebrow raised at the questionable nickname.

Noticing the awkward silence Wells decides to speak up, "We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my fathers message. That has to be our first priority."

"Screw your father. What, you think you're in charge here, you and your little princesses?" Octavia spits.

"Do you think we care who's in charge? We need to get to Mount Weather not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder this'll be." Clarke states.

She pauses before continuing, "How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a twenty-mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now."

"I got a better idea. You three go, find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change." Bellamy speaks, eyeing us up and down. I've had enough of the Blake siblings, they act like the own the place.

"Privileged or not we need to work together as a team. Survival needs to be our main priority, then we can go and have fun without any worries." I complain.

"We don't know what is beyond those trees. If the three of us go alone we may never return. The more the merrier." I add on.

A voice pops up beside me causing me to jump slightly in fright. "It's ironic how Aurora White is talking about 'the more the merrier,' when she's a murderer. Killed her own father in cold blood."

My heart drops and my body stiffens as the people around me whisper quietly to each other, looking at me with disgust, anger or fear.  I glare at the crooked nosed boy, my eyes showing fear and regret.

During a heated argument with her father she got shoved into a large picture frame that contained a picture of the once happy White family. Glass littered across the floor and managed to give small cuts to Auroras small head and back. "You are NOTHING to me." Her father yells, spit landing on her face.

In the heat of the moment she grabs a large piece of glass that was on the messy floor. Blood dripped from her fingers as the shard digs into the palm of her hand.

She cries as she swipes her slim arm across her fathers throat. His blood drips down his neck, lots of it. His body slumps to the ground with a loud smack.

She dropped to her knees and grabbed either side of her fathers head. The words I'm sorry manage to leave her fathers mouth as he chokes on his own blood.

His head falls out of his daughters bloody hands. He was dead. Another parents death caused by her.

I let out a ragged sigh looking back up at the crooked nosed boy. The Blake siblings now right behind him as they were curious as to how I was going to react.

"I know what I've done and I have to live with that forever. I am not the only murderer here. We are all delinquents. We have all done something that we most likely regret. But down here we have a second chance. A new start."

My words cause quite a few delinquents to cheer at my words. A hand rests on my shoulder and gives it a small squeeze. I direct my head to the person behind me and I look at Wells, he gives me a reassuring nod.

"We all need to go." He speaks up, breaking the sudden silent atmosphere. Murphy shoves Wells away harshly. "Look at this, everybody. The Chancellor of Earth."

I shake my head. These delinquents are difficult to work with.

"You think that's funny?" Wells exclaims before he is tripped over by Murphy, his ankle creating a loud pain striking crunch. "No, but that was." Murphy responds.

I step forward to go stop the fight but a large hand firmly grabs my upper right arm. The hand belonged to Bellamy.

He stares down at me with his deep brown eyes and just shakes his head. "You have to stop him. Please." I plead.

Chants were heard from all directions. It came to a halt when Finn dramatically dropped down from the ship. Bellamy finally released his grip from me.

"Kids got one leg. How about you wait until it's a fair fight?" Finn suggests. I scoff at my friends dramatic entrance, took him long enough.

Octavia walks up to Finn, "Hey space walker, rescue me next." I roll my eyes as I walk off to Wells and the blonde.

The blonde looks up at me with disbelief, fear and disgust visible on her face. I place my hands in my jacket pockets and I lightly rock back and fourth.

Finna voice rings behind me breaking the uncomfortable silence between the blonde and I. "Uh! So Mount Weather. When do we leave?"

Clarke stands up looking at Finn and then Wells, "Right now. We'll be back tomorrow with food."

"How are the three of you gonna carry enough food for a hundred?" Wells questions. I shrug my shoulders, "Make that two. I'm going to stay and help around here."

This causes to Finn to look at me in confusion while the girl looks beyond annoyed. I just shake my head. Finn then grabs Monty and Jasper. "Four of us. Can we go now?"

The younger Blake walks up to the group,"Sounds like a party. Make it five." Her brother instantly questions her, "Hey. What the hell are you doing?"

She pretends to ignore his existence saying that she's going for a walk.The blonde grabs Finns right wrist, "Hey, were you trying to take this off?" 

He looks up at her, "Yeah so?" She begins to start ranting which causes me to roll my eyes for what felt like the 50th time since we have landed.

"So this wristband transmits your vital signs to The Ark. Take it off, and they'll think you're dead."

This suddenly hits the older Blakes interest, he leans in closer intensely staring at the blonde. I furrow my eyebrows as I look at the man. He looks at me and instantly changes his expression to stone cold and uninterested.

Something was really suspicious about that guy. I plan on finding out why.

"Should I care?" Finn asks. "Well, I don't know. Do you want the people you love to think you're dead? Do you want them to follow you down here in two months? Because they won't if they think we're dying."

Bellamys face lights up again as he is in deep thought. I glance down at my wristband, sighing deeply at the thought of having nobody up there left to love.

As they begin to walk away together , I quickly rush up to Finn giving him a tight hug. "Stay safe for me Collins."

He returns the hug, "Anything for you Ms White." Winking as he walks away.

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As soon as the five left for their adventure, Wells and I began to look for wood to gather from the forest. A boring but necessary job.

Dirt covered my hands as I picked up different sized sticks and logs from the ground. The silence made me feel uncomfortable, it reminded me of the skybox.

I glanced at Wells as he had larger logs in his arms, sweat glistening on his forehead. He was very focused.

"How come you don't look at me the way that the other delinquents do?" I question Wells. He stops in his tracks and looks at me with his brown eyes, "Because my gut tells me that you aren't as guilty as people think you are."

"Are you saying this from experience?" I jokingly question. He sighs and looks down, "Clarke hates me because she thinks I was the reason why her father got floated." Clarke must've been the blonde girl.

I flick my shocked eyes at the dark skinned boy and his immediate trust towards me. "Well, if it wasn't you then who did?" I asked curiously.

He glances back at me with sadness in his eyes. "Her mother." I walk up to the boy and I struggle as I hold the logs and sticks in one hand as I reassuringly put my other hand on his shoulder.

"You're a kind friend Wells. You must really care about her happiness. Don't feel too bad about the situation, if she truly cares about you she will come around eventually. Trust me." He gives me a grateful smile.

"As for me though, what I have done is permanent. I am guilty. Nobody should die at the hands of another even if they were a bad person."