I'd say I've a fairly normal space life.
Awesome childhood, murderous teen years, jail bird years, and then a head banging trip straight down to Earth.
Okay, I'll admit I'm a pretty flawed person. Hell, I am a really flawed person.
I like murder, apples and even more annoyingly, I like this jackass called Bellamy Blake.
He's just as messed up as I am, maybe more.
At least I know how to smile daily.
There is, however, the small problem that he might be dead.
Hell, I might even be dead.
Last time I checked I was lying face first in a bush, feeling like a burnt smore.
Yeah, I guess my life hasn't been the apple pie life my mom wanted for me.
But hey, what can you expect from a Fireball?
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FanfictionRae Evans. If her life on the Ark was bad, her life on Earth is worse. She's been kidnapped, tortured, stabbed at, sassed, but worst of all, she's discovered feelings for an intolerable rebel leader. Still moody, still defensive and still just as re...
