Starlight

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Everyone had their own job. They were working on making rations, cooking meet, and building the wall. They were busy bees, as my grandma would say. I stretched my hands over my head and yawned. My body ached for some reason.

A groan of pain emitted from the Drop Ship and I was worried someone was dying.

Someone is dying you shit.

I rolled my eyes and walked away from the Drop Ship to a gate. "Hey, Lilith," a little girl with a blonde braid said walking up to me. "Clarke told me to tell you not to do too much work. She thinks you may have hit your head when you passed out."

My eyebrows knitted together as I looked at her. She was maybe 12. "Who are you; and how old are you?" I asked after stopping and crossing my arms over my stomach.

"Charlotte and I'm 13." She said walking with me out of the gates to the forest outside of the big wall people had built. I nodded and sat down on a tree stump a little ways away from camp.

"What was your crime?" I asked picking up a stick. I doodled in the dirt with a soft smile. Dad taught me how to write and doodle.

"They said I hurt a guard after they floated my parents." She said quietly. I nodded. I knew what it was like to have a parent floated. But I didn't care that my dad was floated because he was a sick sick man. "What about you?"

"I was going blind in one eye and used three days worth of air in one day." I shrugged and looked at her. She was so young, innocent, small. I pulled my legs up to my chest and set my chin on my knees. "I think the Ark sucks." I said looking at my bracelet. I should really get Bellamy or Murphy to take it off.

"Me too." Charlotte commented. We then fell into a nice, peaceful silence. I took this time to think. To think about when I was five and Jessica Muller spent the night. She was my only friend. Ever.

That was until her parents got floated and she went to another sector to live with people who could care for her. I really hope she hasn't been floated. I sighed heavily.

I thought about the time when I was twelve, two years after the incident, when Becker Pooler kissed me. He was the cutest boy in my sector and he kissed me. My first kiss. I smiled and touched my lips.

Mindlessly I hummed the same tune my mother used to hum to me. I drew in the dirt and completely forgot Charlotte was enjoying the sun with me.

"That looks like Murphy." Her voice broke the silence. I looked at her and then my drawling. It did. It looked just like Murphy. From his round eyes, to his pointed nose. His eye brows were pointed down in a scowl. But his lips were in a beautiful smile. The smile that made me forget all my sorrows. All my worries.

I smiled at it and then looked at the girl who was examining my artwork. "What?" I asked her. She had an odd look on her face. One that said she didn't like him.

"I don't like him. He's scary." I snorted. "What?"