Bellarke- Arkadia High

I despise you.

Just an intro paragraph, it's boring, but the rest are better!
Clarke's PoV:
Crap, I'm late. I spring out of bed, quickly adjusting my pyjama bottoms that had ridden up in the night, and run downstairs to grab a bowl of cereal. After, I run back upstairs and get changed into a cropped jumper, black skinny jeans and white converse. I place my mothers necklace around my neck, with the gold pendant carefully resting on my fair chest. I run some hair oil through my gold reams. It's aroma utters the taste of golden syrup and sweetens my hair, leaving it thick and iridescent.

I spray a few spurts of perfume onto my body, as the familiar smell registers with my nose. It instantly correlates to my mother, when her sweet scent used to cling to my clothes, after embracing in a an elongated hug. I miss her so much. But I have my father to keep my company and show love to. Although he doesn't see me a lot because he works night shifts at the hospital, he's still my father. Family.

I grab my heavy folders and bag, soon to be followed by my phone. I head out the front door, before glancing back at my dad whose just passed out on the couch from tiredness.

Hopping in my car, I link the wires up and blast out a good song. It takes me 10 minutes to get to school in my old, rusty car, but i soon make it. As I pull up, yanking on the handbrake, my eyes become narrow and fixated on a figure that is leaning against the hood of an expensive car. That someone I despise. That someone that makes my life, even more unbearable, and makes me long for the presence of my mother. His cocky and immature nature annoys the hell out of me. He is Bellamy Blake.

Hey guys! I've suddenly been re-watching the 100 and it's made me want to write about Bellarke again! Lol. I hope you enjoy this more chilled and easy-Reading fanfic! Xoxo Annie...