Home Isn't A Place

Day 393

Belle

I painfully woke up the next morning with a sharp pain in my back. That's what I get for sleeping that way... but like, it was worth it.

Anyway, I got up and changed into whatever I could find. Always wearing my favourite boots, the ones I had to risk walking in the water.

I was not happy... but that's not new.

When I walked into the open rooms, the sun shined through the windows. I was absolutely blinded.

I walked over to Wren who was sitting next to her Kade, "hey Wren."

Kade glanced at me, "ouch."

I scrunched up my face, "Sorry, I sadly don't speak douche bag."

I felt an elbow hit my arm. It was Freya, "Belle." She cleared her throat.

I rolled my eyes and spoke in the most visible sarcasm, "Good morning my wonderful -non douche bag- friend Kade! I hope you're having a wonderful morning!"

He shook his head with a laugh, "Look, I'm sorry about yesterday you guys."

'I'm sorry about yesterday you guys' shut the fuck up.

I smirked and raised my eyebrows, "I'm guessing Wren got to you?"

She glanced at me furiously, "Arrête."

I threw my hands up in defence. That bitch hit me with French... pfft, imagine being French.

Freya and Kade laughed, "Yeah, I guess she did." He glanced over at Wren who avoided eye contact.

I think I just threw up in my mouth.

Now you see, I may not know Wren as well as she knows me... which is scary how much she does, but I've known her long enough to understand.

If I were to write a book about Wren, I wouldn't make it past the first chapter. Number 1: I have no motivation. Number 2:...honestly i dont know. Wren is more complex then I am, I am simple I hate people except her, that's it... and maybe Freya, but besides the point.

I sighed, "I'm already bored."

Wren rolled her eyes, "when aren't you?"

"When Im not bored." I shrugged.

She shook her head, "well then, what does Belle Rose want to do on Day 393 of the apocalypse?"

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We all stood outside the gates since Azalea trusts us enough to be out here together. I mean, we all did survive this by ourselves... but like, together?

Anyway, I thought it would be a good idea to practice our aiming because mine is perfect.

"Belle you suck at this." I heard Wren laugh beside me.

I turned my head slowly and noticed she had thrown the knife in the center of the targets a few times, "At least I wasn't on a baseball team." I referred to her decent aiming.

She laughed, "that was so random, but I can't expect anything more from you." She threw a knife landing pretty close to the center, "pretend it's Kevin's face."

FUCKING KEVIN

I smiled and turned to a target. I threw the knife heading directly towards the target. It happened so fast I didn't even notice Freya crouching underneath, inches from the top of her head.