Skaikrasha (The 100 - Octavia Blake)

The ground

I'm looking out of the window, I see stars and the earth. The earth is far away from this stupid spaceship. It's lucky.

I wonder what day it is. Or what time of the day it is. I just want to know whether it's night or day. I'm still tired. I can go back to sleep, right? I mean I just woke up, but that I'm still tired means that it's not morning yet. Or maybe it is... I've never been a morning person.

My question is about to be answered, because a few guards walk into my cell. "Prisoner 3-2-0 face to the wall."

"Nooo, I'm tired, come back later." I whine, pulling my sheets over my head.

They're not having it. They pull the sheets of my head. "I said face to wall." The guard says. The others bring out their batons.

"What time is it? You can't wake me up this early. And you can't float me either. I'm not 18 yet, I just turned 17!"

They grab me by the arms and push me against the wall. Hard. "Really, if you would've come in 30 minutes later, I wouldn't have to do this." I say, kinda excited since it's been a while since I did something like this.

"Do what?" One of the guards asks. The one that's holding my left arm.

I don't reply, instead I lift my legs and push them against the wall. Which causes me and the guards to fall backwards. The only difference is that they had a hard landing on the floor and I landed softly on them.

Then I quickly run out. When I get out of the cell, I see that the same is happening to all of the other delinquents. My sister, Clarke, runs out of the cell next to me.

She sees me. "Storm! What's happening?"

"A floating party?" I guess.

She rolls her eyes and grabs my hand, pulling me with her. We get stopped by a few new guards. "Prisoner 3-1-9 and 3-2-0. Don't move!"

I get ready to fight them off. It's gonna be hard though, since I don't have any weapons. "Clarke, Storm, stop!" I hear someone say behind me. It's mom.

"Mom? Mom? What's going on?" Clarke asks her. Mom pulls us in for a hug. All this panicking is starting to scare me now too.

"What is this?" Clarke asks.

I take a guess. "They're killing us all aren't they? Reducing population to make more time for the rest of you."

I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad idea. At least that way I can finally get some sleep. I mean I'm dying in a year anyway.

But mom says that's not what's happening. "Storm, Clarke, you are not being executed. You're being sent to the ground. All 100 of you."

"What?" Clarke and I say at the same time.

Clarke doesn't want to go though. "But it's not safe. No, no, we get reviewed at 18."

I'm shocked. "Are you insane Clarke? We're going to the ground!"

"But we won't survive." She argues.

"And we will if we stay here?" I argue back.

Mom turns to Clarke. "The rules have changed. This gives you both a chance to live."

"Clarke, your instincts will tell you to take care of everyone else first, just like your father. But be careful. I can't lose you too."

Then she turns to me. "Storm. I love you, but I'm begging you, for once in your live, please be responsible and don't get yourself killed."

I smile. "No promises."

Mom sighs. "Clarke, keep an eye on her."

She hesitantly nods. I can see she actually doesn't want to be anywhere near me.