You didn't know why, but ever since the 100 landed on Earth, John Murphy's hatred towards you was quite noticeable. Perhaps both of you had very different ways of being or thinking, or maybe it was the fact that your entire life you had been part of that "privileged" section within the Ark that he abhorred.

Sarcastic and malicious comments were your daily bread. Usually, you ignored them, but this time you couldn't contain your anger.

You were sitting near the campfire, the sun beginning to set, and most of the delinquents were already gathered around the fire to keep warm. Small groups of people had formed as the days passed, but you still hadn't found someone who truly made you feel comfortable, so you spent most of the day alone. Your attention was focused on that wooden stick, which you had been carving with your knife for several minutes in an attempt to make an arrow. You were unaware of the gazes fixed on you, the group of guys led by Murphy and some of his friends looking at you mockingly as he approached you, snatching the arrow from your hands to get your attention. "Uhh... what is it?" You tried to snatch it back, but he just pulled his hand away while enjoying your annoyed expression.