❝ Disappeared from the Ark
without a trace? ❞
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 from her life on the Ark, Clove Everhart finds herself entangled within a crowd of a hundred criminals. Despite her respect for the Ark's laws, s...
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Rulebreaker;
𝐓he stick movesgently through the dirt as it trails over a crumpled shape of an eight.
Her green eyes are dazed as they linger in front of her, and she clutches the wooden piece, long ago having forgotten about the artwork on the ground.
Her troubled mind is anyplace but at the lonely, soft hill peak. It keeps going back to a certain moment she had with her friends back at The Ark, long before Clarke got arrested.
The three friends are still as eager as during the opening round of their chess match. At least Clove is just as thrilled, however, her friends are slowly beginning to grow irritated with her wayof performing it.
"You can't do that!"
She swiftly glares up at Clarke, silky blonde locks stubbornly drifting into her face. "Why not? I don't see the problem," she grunts, not pleased with her friend's disagreement. If she wants to move her knight to one of the closest squares, why can't she have the freedom to do so?
Wells groans loudly from the sideline, watching in frustration as the fifteen-year-old once again refuses to go with the rules. "'Cause that's not how it works! You can't move it to that square, you have to pass that row. That's how the rules are, stop changing them just because you're losing!"
"What? No," she casually waves him off, obviously knowing that he's fully right about her intentions. "Rules are for babies. I say we do it my way," she grins, shifting her hand to pick up the black knight.
Clarke slaps her hand away, "stop being a rulebreaker, Clove."
A groan leaves her pink lips as her head is thrown backward in annoyance. "Stop being a party pooper, Clarke."
Wells rolls his eyes, "let's just finish the game, okay?" His gaze lingers on his unreasonable friend, eyes narrowing drastically, "the right way."
Clove enthusiastically nods her head in agreement, a wide grin instantly stretching across her innocent features. She quickly lifts her hand and reaches over to the shadowed figure on her side of the board, forest green eyes suspiciously peeking up at her satisfied friends.
She knows those satisfied expressions are only temporary.
Tender fingers then clutch the wooden piece tightly and lift it, already knowing which square she's going to settle it on.
