The 102 || A Bellamy Blake/Jasper Jordan Fanfiction || The 100

3 || Octavia

Belle's POV

"WE'RE BACK BITCHES!" Octavia shouted, she was the first to step on Earth in ninety-seven years.
I found myself following Dëstiny about slightly. She's always been the bold one of us two, always doing such daring things, she doesn't seem to care what people think. She's killed two guys for God's sake, I wish I could be more like her. No one can not notice Dëstiny, with her bright, dyed, hair and loud voice. The only thing bold about me is my nose piercing, I got it a few years ago. I have mouse brown hair, hazel eyes and tanned skin, Dëstiny has purple hair, green eyes and fair skin. When we were at school, I'd get on with my work and keep quiet, Dëstiny was always messing about and getting detentions.
"Hey, are you okay?" I heard someone ask me from behind. It was Octavia.
"Yeah, just daydreaming, you?" I say, looking around, Dëstiny has wandered off with this guy with goggles.
"Good, I never thought I'd have a life outside a prison cell." She gave out a light chuckle. I turn to her, smiling.
"I'm guessing you were locked up because of the whole 'no two children' thing?"
"Yeah, it's absolute bullshit."
"I know, I don't understand why people weren't sent down here sooner, so far it seems liveable."
"You say that but there could be all sorts out there, we might just be lucky to have survived this long." There's a short silence between us.
"What's your name?" She asks me.
"Belle, it's Octavia, right?" She nods.
"Octavia!" Her brother shouts, gesturing for her to come over.
"Sorry, got to go, bye." She get's up and jogs over to him. I look over, her brother was the one who helped me on the ship, they share the same dark hair and slightly tanned skin.
After a few minutes I get up to find Clarke, the blonde girl Dëstiny was talking to.
"Hey, Clarke, shouldn't we be thinking about setting up some sort of camp?" She looks up from a map.
"Yeah, we've landed in the wrong place, Mt. Weather is all the way over there." She points at a large mountain in the distance.
"Great." I say sarcastically.
"Yep."
"How long will it take us the get there?"
"It looks to be about a twenty mile trek. If we leave now we should make it by nightfall."
"Oh God, that's a lot of excercise..."
"It's the best chance we've got if we want to survive."
"Yeah but I think we should get tents and supplies together and travel up there, putting up tents at night for rest."
"I don't know, tents aren't very strong."
"It's the best chance we've got if we want to survive." I quote her and walk away.

Sorry it's short but life happens sometimes, I know, I find it hard to believe too. Anyway, give inspiration please, it's needed. L x