♡ T H I R T E E N - this... is for my eyes only ♡

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♡ T H I R T E E N - this... is for my eyes only ♡

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Rosie rubbed her arms as the cold started to get to her. The night air was chilly, and the dark wet cave wasn't any help; it only added to her coldness. Rosie sat shivering as she looked at Charlotte with her jacket draped over her, contemplating if she made the right decision on giving the small girl the jacket or not. Bellamy sighed as he looked over at the girl shivering, contemplating on whether or not he should give her his jacket and leave him in the cold instead. 

"Fuck this." Rosie says as she stood up, looking around the cave for some stray sticks and leaves she could use to build a fire. Once gathered the sticks, she sat back down crisscrossed, beginning to rub the sticks together to create friction to start a fire. It was one of the first things Pike taught the delinquents before their descent to the ground, not that they knew about that at the time. Rosie was one of the lucky few that actually paid attention to the man, learning a thing or two about Earth skills. 

Bellamy's eyes looked at the girl curiously as she began to blow at the pile of leaves, smoke rising up as the fire slowly began. Bellamy looked in surprise as he wondered how the girl managed to remember it when it was taught so long ago, not knowing about the classes she had to take a few weeks prior. Rosie smiled as she felt the heat hit her; her hands piling more leaves and sticks into the fire, but making sure the fire didn't get to big. 

"So now, you'd stop shivering and chattering like a woodpecker." Bellamy joked, comparing her to a woodpecker, the two never heard the bird before but had heard about it. It was something that occurred on a daily; every single one of them comparing them to things they had never seen in their entire lives.

"Roll back with the attitude, Blake, it's not attractive." Rosie glared at the man, who only laughed in reply. Bellamy studied Rosie in the light of the fire, it made the girl's eyes seem brighter, her laugh lines shone more prominent in the light, showing years of laughter. Through her pain and harsh upbringing, she still found a reason to be happy, something that Bellamy commended her with. He hadn't known laughter since Aurora Blake was floated and Octavia Blake was thrown into the Sky Box. He was alone that past year, and it was something he didn't seem like he could be happy and smile about. 

Rosie's eyes looked over to the sleeping girl, with her jacket draped over her. She began to crawl her way over to her jacket and reached into the right pocket and pulled out the familiar black leather bounded journal and pen.

"You're always carrying that thing around." Bellamy shifts his attention over to the brunette girl as soon as she sat back down by the fire, the pebble was long gone out of his mind.

"Thanks for your observation." Rosie says sarcastically.

"Why?" Bellamy asks, with curious eyes, wondering why she carries the book around.

"I like to document things." The girl replied simply.

"Like what?" He asks again, trying to get more information out of the girl. Rosie ignored him, and opened her journal to the next blank available space in the book. The fire giving her light as she began to write:

September 2162

We have rescued Jasper from the hands of the Grounders, but is now in critical condition. He's in pain, and none of us can do anything to lessen that pain for him. Many of the delinquents have started to lose faith in rescuing Jasper, and is pressuring us to kill him already, that he is a nuisance to everyone. All these people, losing the one thing that is keeping Jasper alive, faith.

Last night, I met someone. Her name's Charlotte and she's a 12 year old beauty from the Ark. She had also lost her parents, and were too, put in confinement. She reminds me of me, maybe that's why I get so protective over the little girl. She's strong and adamant to what she wants. Hopefully the ground gives her the chance to grow into a beautiful human being she's destined to be.

So, in addition to man eating snakes and man hunting Grounders, we now have a man killing acid fog amongst us. This acid fog seems to be deadly, considering it gave burns and blisters onto my hand. Nice, living on earth seems to be easier said than done.

Earth was something totally different than that Pike had told us about. These things that we've experienced so far had no relations to what he told us about in the last 2 weeks of our time on the Ark. What he said had no use whatsoever-- or maybe some was useless, the fire thing really worked. I just hoped the man taught us more before sending us all to the Ground, it ---

Bellamy's breath on Rosie's shoulders, causes her to close her journal abruptly; the small girl turning to give the boy a glare.

"I just wanted to see what you were writing. You were smiling..... Were you writing about me?" Bellamy asks jokingly, pointing out the small smile she had on her face when she wrote in her journal. He noticed that she was different when she was writing: her eyes were trained, focused on the piece of ebony; her tongue slightly stuck out as she wrote; the pen in her hand scrawled across the page, writing quickly but neatly.

"Not everything is about you Bellamy." Rosie replied.

"It could be." Bellamy answered, making the brunette roll her eyes.

"This journal" Rosie waved the journal in his face, "Is for my eyes only." She finished.

"One of these days, I will be able to read what you write." Bellamy huffed, backing off, sitting back where he previously sat, across the room from Rosie.

"Good luck." She mumbled, knowing that when she said the journal is for her eyes only, it's for her eyes only, no one is allowed to read it. The journal was a secret, and secrets were meant to be kept to oneself.

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