My name is Alyssa Jones. I have been in the Skybox for three years. I am not eighteen yet, so I am still alive, but it is only a matter of time before I get reviewed and floated. There's no hope of being released back into the Ark's population. I have four months. Four months until I die. It's a little dramatic, when I say it like that... but it's all I have. If there isn't something, or someone, to keep you sane, for me it's counting, you die anyway.
The sound of a key in the door jarred me from my thoughts and I turned around, watching as two armed men entered my cell. "Prisoner 2-8-7, face the wall."
I turned back around. This isn't the rule, but sooner rather than later, I guess. Better than waiting. "You do know I've got another four months until my birthday, right? So really, you shouldn't have. But I appreciate the effort."
They grabbed a metal cuff and I winced as they clasped it around my wrist, the sharp prongs inside of it for some unknown reason digging into my arm as it snapped shut. "Assholes! Could've warned me..." I rubbed my wrist as the guard raised an eyebrow at me. "Go float yourself," I shot at him.
"If you act like that, you'll never find out what's happening." He smirked, "And trust me, you'll want to know."
I scoffed, "And what is that?"
"You're going to the ground."
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Earth's Weaknesses: Parts 1-7 (The 100 Fanfiction)
FanfictionEach part corresponds with the events for each season. Alyssa has spent three years in the skybox, and now she has been sent to the earth along with 99 others (and a stowaway Bellamy Blake) to see if the earth is survivable. Some of the people in th...