It will be me before it's you (And that's okay)

Chapter 2

"Oh no you don't, Clarke Griffin!" Ravens voice echoed around the apartment.

Footsteps bounded throughout, signifying a long chase. Luna lifted the apple to her lips and bit down, holding out the tv remote in her other hand and changing the channel. She kicked her feet up on the coffee table with a sigh, rapidly pressing the volume button so she could hear over the shenanigans. She rather quickly found a show about baseball bats are made.

"Clarke can you just stay still?" Raven screamed

"I am not wearing that shit, Raven!"

Luna rolled her head back, knowing fine well she was going to have one of the worst headaches of her life once this was over.

"Yes you are!"

Listening, Luna heard the scuffling and thuds that's signified Raven getting her own way, and shortly, out stormed Clarke. Her hair was tangled and messy from her spats, however the rest of her outfit appeared to be tidy. She wore a tight, professional skirt, and a button up blouse.

"I look like I'm going to beg my teacher for better grades" Clarke murmured, pouring herself a glass of water. Luna laughed from the couch as Raven came down the stairs.

"Which is a good thing. Now hurry up and come here, I need to do your hair"

"I can do it myself"

"But I want to do it!"

Luna felt like throwing herself from the nearest window. She checked her watch.

"You literally have ten minutes before you have to leave, so can once of you please just decide. I'm trying to watch tv"

"Oh god I'm doomed" Clarke grumbled, snatching a hairbrush from the side table and raking it through her matted hair "come on, come on, come on"

"You're going to miss the bus Clarke..."

"Oh my god shut it!" She exclaimed, grabbing her bag and sprinting to the door.

She swung the door closed and trotted as quickly as she could down the steps in her heels, wafting her hand at the bus driver as he drove past. He seemed to glance at her, and then slowed down at the stop just down the street. She thanked her luck as she ran down the path, heels clicking loudly as she hoped over cracks in the pavement.
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The bus was almost empty once Clarke finally reached her stop. The annoying child who had sat next to her the entire journey, jabbing her in the side with his crayons and blowing spit bubbles had gotten off on the stop before her. She was thankful for the 5 minutes of peace before her own stop.

She grabbed her bag from between her feet and scuttled down to the front of the bus, hopping out the door after thanking the driver. She clutched the bag tight to her chest, nervous at the foreign surroundings as she wondered down through the streets of a rather rich and grand street.

The air was laced with the scent of roses from the large gardens that showed most of the colour in the area- the only other colours being the expensive cars that lined the driveways. The paving stones below her feet were even, not a single one dipping to make a jagged edge in the path. It was smooth and well taken care of. Clarke soaked in every step she took as she walked on the path, such a thing was a luxury where she was raised.

She came across a driveway that seemed to be even more pristine than the rest- as if it was rarely used. It was devoid of super cars and expensive off-reading vehicles. The garage doors were closed. The entirety of the houses front was empty, accept for a small grey and worn Toyota parked near the door. Glancing up at the house number above the grand entrance, she realised that this was her destination.