You were only fifteen when they had hit the ground and to say you never liked it would an understatement, despite how much your people enjoyed being on earth again. All you wanted was to be hiding in your room on the Ark again.

You had been locked up due to your mother stealing drugs, when confronted about it and they were found in their apartment... your drug induced mother decided to blame it on you because after all... you weren't going to die.

You stood strong and always helped Bellamy, Clarke, Raven, or whoever with whatever they needed or their tasks despite being slightly younger You never turned anyone down but everytime you stepped outside your stomach cramps and you would never feel better until you got back into your little room after the ship came down with the other survivors.

Due to your closeness with Bellamy... which had started forming and getting closer.

His smile was so beautiful...

This eventually led you to being one of the few people that went out when everything was going down and everyone was separated while the survivors of all the clanswere locking themselves in the bunker.

You and the group had found you way back to space... you didn't know how it worked but suddenly you were happy...

Finally, it felt something had been lift off you stomach and you laid down in bed that day, happier then ever, closing your eyes. Everything felt right again. You heard Bellamy come in.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, a little bit concerned about yourself but he knew the extent of your love for space and fear of the ground. Now, they were able to see what Primafyre had done to the world, everything.. gone. It made you feel sick and you were genuinely so proud that you weren't.

You just wanted to be safe and felt security.

You yawned and shook your head attempting to wake up a little bit more before discussing it...