madeline kane is a criminal. she and her best friends, finn and raven, attempted an illegal spacewalk and used up three months worth of oxygen on the space station known as the ark.
madeline was locked away by her father--the same man who had ended...
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MADELINE'S POV:
everyone was whooping and cheering, pounding off of the drop ship and onto the land. there were a few that hung back, hesitant to say goodbye to the only life they had ever known, but that was not going to be me.
trees hung high overhead, the air tinged with a sweet smell like sap. i was finally able to see in person all of the wildlife that our teacher, pike, had taught us about in earth skills.
i noticed that in the midst of all the excitement, clarke did not seem so thrilled.
though i couldn't tell yet if i liked her or not, i decided to make my way towards her. she was holding a map of some sort.
"hey, where'd you get that?" i asked, pointing at the laminated paper.
her blue eyes met mine. she seemed worried.
"they gave it to us before we boarded the ship, so that we had a lay of the land. but look..."
her finger drifted to a spot on the map labeled "mount weather."
"this is where all of our supplies are, food, water..."
everything suddenly began to click.
"they dropped us on the wrong damn mountain," i whispered.
clarke nodded glumly.
after only a moments notice, wells approached our little circle. "we got problems. the communication system is dead. i went to the roof, a dozen panels are missing. heat fried the wires."
clarke cleared her throat. "well, all that matters right now is getting to mount weather. see? look." she drew a line with a metal tool onto the map. "this is us. and this...is where we need to get to if we want to survive."
"where'd you learn to do that?" i asked, trying to lighten the mood.
when clarke didn't answer, wells drew his own assumptions. "your father."
jake griffin had been floated only a short time ago for telling the ark's people about the limited life support still available.
footsteps came from behind, interrupting our little moment, and then i felt a hand on my shoulder. "ooh, cool. a map." a kid with spiky black hair and goggles, who i recognized as jasper jordan, stood a few inches away. "they got a bar in this town? i'll buy you a beer."
i swatted his touch away and raised an eyebrow. "listen, we're trying to come up with a plan that doesn't end up with all of us dead. please back off."
