𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, the 100 [1]

thirty one

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At breakfast, Clarke had gone to speak to Dante. Aleta sat at a table next to Nathan and Monty. The two talked animatedly about something Aleta didn't really care about. She picked at her food, her mind staying on the fact that that man was shot by a gun. That meant her people were alive out there. Bellamy could still be alive.

Nathan nudged her arm and she broke out of her daze. She looked over at him and he glanced down at her in concern. "What?" She asked.

"You need to eat," Monty stated. Aleta looked over at him.

"I am eating," she began before lifting up her bowl a little to show him her food. "See?"

"All I see is you picking at your food," Nathan said. Aleta rolled her eyes before getting a spoonful of oatmeal and shoving it into her mouth.

"Happy?" She asked between chews.

"We'll be happy when you finish the entire bowl," Monty informed.

"You can't blame her for not wanting to eat the oatmeal," Harper began, "it's not that good."

Aleta smiled at her before looking at them. Monty slid a plate of fruit over to her. "Okay then eat the fruit," he said.

"I don't have to listen to you. I am older than you after all," she responded as she picked up a fork. She stabbed the fork into a piece of pineapple before putting it into her mouth.

"Eat the whole bowl," Nathan said.

"Yes, dad," she joked. They all began to talk again and Aleta contributed to the conversation this time around.

Again, she felt as though she was being watched and looked around. She didn't see anyone looking at her or in her general vicinity.

"You okay?" Harper asked her. Aleta put on a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She looked around the room again before continuing to eat her fruit.

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A little while later, Clarke entered the the residence hall. Aleta and Jasper looked at each other before approaching the blonde. "What did president Wallace say?" Jasper asked her.

"He showed me Shaw's body. It looked like an arrow wound," Clarke answered. And just like that, any hope that Aleta felt had been dissipated. Again.

They stopped walking and stood by the bed that Nathan was sitting in. "Well, maybe because it is an arrow wound," Jasper said.

"Or that's what they want us to think," Clarke retorted and Aleta sighed.

"Clarke..." she trailed off.