RE WRITING!!
As she tried to describe it, she realised no words were storing enough. Her dreams are filled with familiar shapes and ever-changing silhouettes. In time, they become majestic and a thing of beauty, and she can start anew on the ground...
ADELLA SAT OUTSIDE OF CAMP, her back against the new wall the 100 had built. It was early in the morning and only a few people were awake. She pulled out the letter out of her pocket and unfolded it.
Adella bit her lip as she scanned over her father's rough writing. It briefly explained that life support on the ark is failing and how she needed to make sure to keep her wristband on—and help the 100.
What she didn't expect was for the paper to be ripped out of her hand. "Well aren't you an early bird." Adella rolled her eyes and she stood up, brushing the dirt off her, her eyes glaring at the suspect. "What's this?" Murphy inspected the paper. "You got a pen pall?"
"Nothing, can I have it back?" Adella asked, crossing her arms over her chest, unimpressed with his antics.
Murphys eyes scanned over the paper. "Daddy dearest write this for you?" He asked her, smirk on his face. "Life support is failing on the ark." He hummed with interest. "That's why they sent us down here." Murphy slowly nodded his head as Adella groaned, rolling her eyes.
"Are you done, John?" Adella asked, raising her eyebrows. "Because I would rather stab my eyes out before having a conversation with you." He raised his hand, paper still in it, as Adella went to grab it.
He pointed a finger at her, ignoring her snide comment. "Daddy dearest is on the council and that's how he knows what's going on." He grinned as she frustratingly threw her arms up in the air, muttering unkind words. He knew how to get under her skin and it humoured him. But she also knew how to get under his.
Adella walked towards him and ripped the paper out of his hands. "Muy divertido." She glared at him.
Murphy frowned, not understanding what she said but he didn't have time to question it as she had already walked back into camp, fixing her cap.
Adella, put it nicely, hated John Murphy. He knew how to tick her off and he enjoyed it. But Adella knew how to tick him off.
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