I stared up at the blank ceiling above me. It was a solid grey kind of color that had my eyes aching from staring at it so long, it was almost as if the council set it up so we would suffer in the Skybox. Then again it wasn't like we were on vacation, we were prisoners here in the Skybox. We were prisoners of the Ark.

Our crimes, no matter how small could be punishable by death. Sadly my crime wasn't so small, it wouldn't matter what I say when I turn eighteen. They are going to float me in less than a month, I think. It's hard to keep track of time, but that's not the Ark's fault. It's my fault for getting myself into solitary confinement. Sure I was a prisoner before, but now I was trapped in this small room with no one else to talk to.

I used to count the days until I would be floated, I couldn't wait for the day. Then I let my anger get the better of me, landing me in this tiny cell for the past three months, I think. Again I don't really have a good concept of time.

The door to my small cell opened as I reminisced the glory days, when I was finally able to interact with other humans. I glanced at the two guards who entered with a smirk on my face. "Is it time already?" I asked excitedly as I jumped up. "I thought I had another month of rotting before I was thrown out the airlock."

One guard narrowed his eyes at me while the other simply placed a silver attache case on my poor excuse of a bed. "What, are we not feeling very talkative today? You never had a problem with speaking your mind before." The one opening the attache case simply continued to ignore me, but the other guard seemed to take my bait as he told me to 'shut it'.

I smirked at him. "What, I'm just speaking the truth." I told him, to which he narrowed his eyes at me. The other guard instructed me to hold my arm out, I gladly did as he pulled out a silver bracelet. "Since when do I get a pretty bracelet to take with in the afterlife? What is this thing?"

Again I was ignored, the guard I had been teasing grabbed my arm rather roughly as he dragged me outside of my cell. I shrunk back, squinting my eyes at the blinding light I hadn't seen in many months. "Keep walking." The guard with his hand tightly gripped around my arm then proceeded to pull me and drag me down the hall. My legs didn't want to work with me, and soon enough I fell to the ground.

I groaned as I did so, the guard simply laughed at this. "Get up." This came from the guard behind me, still holding the attache case.

I refused. This caused the guard previously dragging me to kick me. I groaned, my body caving in on itself. I looked up at the guard who kicked me. I was barely able to really see him, but I could see the sinister grin on his face as he reached down and pulled me up by my hair. I struggled in his grasp, though I didn't have to for long. It wasn't long at all until someone cried out for him to let me go.

I was dropped to the ground, I frowned as I looked up at the person who'd yelled. A man stood before me, again I couldn't see him very well but I could tell he had darker skin and slicked back hair. "I'll take it from here." He said, not even glancing at me but at the two guards that now stood behind me.

The two other guards didn't protest as they walked away, though the first one was glaring at me as he did. It was silent for a few minutes, until I rose from my spot on the floor. I glared at the guard in front of me. "You didn't need to do that." I snapped at him.

He smirked, but not in a sinister way like the previous guard had. He smirked in an arrogant kind of way, reminding me of someone I used to know. "You're welcome." He said, glancing at me, then to the line of prisoners. "Come on."

I stared at him, then back at the line. "They're floating all of us?" I asked him.

He glanced at me once more, shaking his head no before continuing forward. I frowned, chasing after him. "Do you know what is happening?" I asked him as I fell in step next to him. My body was aching and telling me to stop, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I needed to figure out what was going on.

Everything was silent for a few minutes, the only sounds were of other kids screaming. Not everyone could be as enthusiastic about this as I, but they sure did try. Finally, the guard answered me. "They're sending you to the ground."

I stiffened. "The ground?" My voice was small, showing a little bit of weakness in that moment. We fell into silence once more as I moved into autopilot. I boarded the dropship like the other prisoners, though I lost the guard I was escorted by. I was shoved into a seat and carefully buckled up. I don't know why they were so nice to me, I mean I can buckle myself up.

I said nothing as the seats slowly filled up, next to me a girl was placed. Her blonde hair was placed in a messy bun, some hair leaked out the sides. I frowned as I studied her face, something about it was so familiar but I couldn't quite place it.

The a kid sat down next to her, he had darker skin than the guard from earlier but he was about my age. He smiled at me when he saw me. "Casey, I can't believe you're here." He said, recognizing me immediately. His smile fell when I didn't answer, then I recognized him. Wells Jaha, a person who could be considered a childhood friend. I did not.

I glanced from him to the blonde next to me. Realization dawned over me, the girl sitting next to me was non other than Clarke Griffin. I instantly froze as I looked over her features. I hadn't seen her since I was twelve, almost six years ago. We had both grown over time, Clarke changed much more than I had. Clarke had always had bad acne back then, maybe that's why I didn't recognize her.

I glanced back at Wells, narrowing my eyes into slits. "And why wouldn't I be?" I asked, referring to his comment. "The thing I can't believe is that you and miss goodie goodie are being sent to Earth with the rest of us."

Wells was silent as he stared at me. The rest of kids filed in, buckling up and then we were alone. I felt dread take over me, suddenly very nervous for what was about to happen. Sure I wanted death, but I know what happens when they float you. You step into an airlock chamber and then they release you, you die instantly. We were going to Earth, I could die in the landing or from radiation. Both would be very painful and pale in comparison to a simple death in space.

Even if I could come to terms with dying in a fiery explosion or a slow painful sickness I was stuck with the worst people to die with. Clarke and Wells were not the people I wanted to die with, I would prefer spending my last few minutes alive next to my father or Astrid. Even my old cellmate Octavia would be better company.

I sighed, leaning my head back on my seat. I gripped the arms of my chairs tightly as the ship jerked, letting me know we started our decent. That is when Clarke woke up. I grit my teeth together as she woke, first examining her fancy bracelet.

"Welcome back." Wells said, bringing Clarke's attention away from me. When she looked at him, it must have scared him because he started to try and explain though Clarke wasn't having any of it.

"Why the hell are you here?" She asked, cutting off what was probably the answer to that exact question.

I was slightly curious myself, but refrained from saying anything. "When I found out they were sending prisoners to the ground I got myself arrested." He paused, to look at her. "I came for you." He then paused once more to glance at me. "Both of you."

I scoffed. "That's a load of bull." I muttered under my breath, though a few screams cut me off. The whole ship shook and people must've been freaked out by that sort of thing.

"What was that?" Clarke asked, totally disregarding me.

I smirked because for once I had the answer and she didn't. "That was the Earth's atmosphere." I told her excitedly. I was exactly excited though, it was probably the adrenaline coursing through my veins. It was making me hyper aware of what was going on around me, and oddly enough I was bouncing in my seat.

"Casey!" I glanced at Clarke as she shouted my name.

"What?" I asked, looking over myself carefully. I was filthy, I hadn't washed my clothes in a year, if that. I didn't know what I looked like, there's not many mirror's in solitary confinement, but I knew I probably looked dirty. My hair was long and messy, I'd have to cut it once we land. If we landed and survived that is. "I know I haven't showered in probably a month, but that's not my fault."

After those words the lights went on, and a small monitor in the corner of the room came on. It showed Chancellor Jaha, Wells father. "Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now," He began, standing with his hands neatly in front of him. "You have been given a second chance."

The Chancellor's words sent a chill through me. They were spoken in a way that made him look as if he was superior to the rest of us, as if we were children who messed up a cookie recipe and he could fix them. "And as your Chancellor it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but for all of us. Indeed, for mankind itself."

I rolled my eyes at this, finding a lot of pressure in his words. "We have no idea what is waiting for you down there, if the odds of survival were better we would have sent others. But frankly we are sending you because your crimes have made you expendable." I frowned at that, at how casually he threw the word 'expendable'. Sure, I already knew this, I just never saw the Chancellor as a cruel man while I was growing up. He was always just Wells father, and Abby would praise him all that time. Saying how he was the reason I was alive, what a load of crap.

"Your dad's a dick, Wells."

I heard the shout and instantly smirked. "Amen to that." I shouted back, looking directing in front of me since I couldn't tell who had said it. People laughed, while Wells just looked to the screen. As the Chancellor went on people were getting anxious. One kid got out of his seat. I smirked at him as he floated in the zero gravity. "Check it out, your dad floated me after all."

I laughed, while Wells wasn't so happy. He looked ready to kill someone. "You should strap in before the parachutes deploy." He told him through grit teeth, much like I had earlier. Guess it sucks being on the other shoe.

Other kids got ready to follow the space walker to which Clarke told them not to. "Stay in your seats if you want to live." She called.

I rolled my eyes. "Stop being so over dramatic, Clarke." I snapped and I was ignored once more.

"You're the trader who's been in solitary for two years." Space Walker said, looking Clarke over.

Clarke was quick to snap back. "And you're the idiot who wasted a month of oxygen on a space walk."

I rolled my eyes. "Guys, what about me? Am I not a legend of the sky box?" I asked both of them, my voice was very high and scratchy. Then again I haven't really used it as of lately. They both just stared at me.

"Who are you?" Space Walker asked.

I simply sighed. "Figures." I muttered. The ship jerked then, the parachutes deploying. Space Walker flew past us, along with two other idiots. I held my breath as the dropship flung in different directions. This was going to be my death, I was going to die because of old space gear. Sparks flew around me and gas erupted from behind. Clarke and Wells were saying their goodbyes, while I simply pictured Astrid and my father. Astrid, my best friend. I haven't seen her since my father was floated.

I remembered the good times we had when Clarke left with Wells or my dad. We could never leave our pod, but we would still have fun. She used to teach me what she learned during school, even her extracurricular activities. She was going to be a part of the guard like her father.

She graduated a few years ago, since she is a little older than I. Age was never really a problem, but it did matter to her father. There was also the part about me being a bad influence and all that, but I like to think it was just the age thing. Astrid's father wanted her to succeed where I never could. And I couldn't blame him for that, considering I would never really be considered a citizen of the Ark. I didn't even have a birth certificate.

Clarke screeched at Wells next to me, the dropship spiraled out of control around me. People were screaming, not just Clarke, sparks flew and not to mention the horrible sounds coming from the dropship itself. I wanted to scream and holler like the others, but I was much too scared. Unlike most people, I get scared into silence rather than the latter. So instead I simply grit my teeth together and waited the spiral out.

There was another giant jerk and then everything was quiet. The whole room seemed to still as people waited for the final bang, as if that landing was much too gentle for us. "Do you hear that?" I turned to one kid as he spoke up. He, unlike the rest of us, did not have a seat. Instead he was strapped to the wall next to a kid with goggles on his head, lucky him. I wasn't able to keep anything while in the sky box. Then again, I didn't have much. in the first place.

"No machine hum." The kid continued, glancing around at all the kids now staring at him.

The kid with the goggles scoffed, glancing at his friend then to the metal around us. "That's a first." With that chaos surrounded us. Everyone unbuckled and ran to the ladder in the center of the room. I was about to follow them, but froze when I saw Clarke run to the two kids who'd been out of their seats during landing. While the rest of us had been expecting more, they probably got a lot more than they bargained for.

I paused, glancing between Clarke and Space Walker. Clarke looked to me, a frown on her face. "They're dead." She told me. I didn't need any further words as I moved to the ladder. Let Clarke deal with it, that is what she was studying to do. She wanted to deal with people and injuries and death. That was exactly what she got.

I shoved a kid out of the way, he was stumbling to put his feet on the ladder. Granted we did almost just die, he seemed a little too scared for the outside world at the moment. I jumped down, not even bothering with the ladder. Kids were shouting to open the door, but there was someone up front stopping them. I pushed my way to the front, wanting desperately to be rid of all the people. I stopped in front of a guard, scanning him carefully. Although I couldn't really see the guard who escorted me to the dropship, I could very easily tell this was the same person. Now I could see his dark hair was slicked back and he had a splash of freckles over his cheeks.

Before anything could be said between us there was a shout. I frowned, looking behind at Clarke as she descended down the ladder. "Stop, the air could be toxic." She snapped as she approached the guard and I.

I simply rolled my eyes at this statement. "Yes, didn't you hear the chancellor. That's why they sent us down here." I told her, glancing back as the rest of the kids filed down from the upper level. Clarke was apparently furious about my statement because she started ranting about science and other things I could never learn about as a child.

Finally the guard spoke up. "If the air's toxic we're dead anyway." He snapped, turning towards the door. That is, until someone called his name. At least I assume it's his name, since he turned to the girl on the ladder.

The girl on the ladder had dark hair, like mine used to be when I was younger. Now my hair was an ugly dirty blonde, but hers radiated. It wasn't to frizzy or curly. It was straight and plain, but not like mine. Hers had color that made it bright, not to mention she was taller than I so she stood out as well. This girl was familiar, I've just always been terrible with names. I couldn't remember this girls name, even as she pushed her way through the crowd and stood right next to me.

As she walked people would whisper things about her, not nice things let me tell you. Well, the words weren't nice or mean. They were the truth, but it was kind of rude to gossip in front of her. I mean, can't they wait until we open the door. We'll have an entire world to hide from each other in.

"My god, look how big you are." Bellamy spoke, looking the girl up and down. The girl, Octavia as the others have shouted, wrapped her arms around the guard in something I have rarely seen. A hug.

"The hell are you wearing? A guards uniform?" Octavia asked as she looked him up and down, just like he had a moment ago.

Bellamy was speaking quietly, but all of us up front could hear him plain as day. "I borrowed it to get onto the dropship. Someone's got to keep an eye on you." He told her, glancing hesitantly at the people behind her, like me for instance. He looked at me and I narrowed my eyes at him. No idea why I'd do that, I mean he did help me before, but it's not like it'll matter here on Earth. I'll most likely leave if I don't die.

"Where's your wristband?" Clarke asked, glancing from Bellamy to Octavia.

I sighed. "My god, Clarke. Can't you see they are having a beautiful moment?" The words came out fast as I reached my hand up to wipe a fake tear from my eye. "It's like you don't have a heart."

Octavia smirked, but her gaze never left Clarke's. "Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year." She snapped, her smile turning sour.

This statement brought lots of yells, mostly about her and her supposed brother. "No one has a brother!" This one caught my attention. Octavia, though this shouldn't have really been a big issue, jumped for the people who were bad mouthing her. Her brother however was the one who pulled her back.

"Let's give them something else to remember you by." He told her calmly as he went to the door.

Octavia pulled out of his grasp. "Yeah, like what?"

To this Bellamy smirked. "Like being the first person on the ground in one hundred years." He told her. At this Octavia smiled, reaching for the door and pulling the lever. A blinding light was the first thing I saw. This light was much more intense than before when I was pulled out of solitary confinement, it had me squinting and I couldn't see and inch in front of my face. My eyes adjusted faster this time though, green soon made it's way across my vision.

Everything in front of me was so beautiful, and Octavia was the first to walk forward. I took a deep breath as I leaned forward to peer outside the ship. Oxygen filled my lungs, but it was better than the Ark somehow. It was pure, instead of synthetic. Octavia jumped onto the ground as she looked around. Everyone behind me was frozen in fear of what would happen, but I was excited.

"We're back bitches!" This was Octavia's first words as she raised her fists in the air. The other kids took this as a sign to follow, they ran past me and Clarke and into the woods. It took me a few minutes before I was able to run and I ran. I smiled for once in a long time as the air wrapped around me. I was in a good mood, I mean I didn't die so that's a plus.

People were excited around me, and although that usually never really applied to me, but I couldn't help but feel just as excited as them. It might be the lack of social interaction or the fact that I was on Earth, it didn't really matter though. I was happy and was able to fully stretch my legs like I needed to, but was never able to in the Skybox.

As I ran around I found a certain girl with beautiful long brown hair. Her hair was probably a little shorter than mine, but I hated my hair. No joke, my hair makes me sick. I would shave it all off if I could. I would cry if Octavia cut her hair though, it was just so healthy and in other words 'pretty'.

Octavia glanced at me as I approached and she smiled. It was odd for someone to recognize me and immediately smile, I know Wells did it but that's different. Wells is just really stupid, and doesn't really know who to trust. Like when he told his father about my father and got him floated. Octavia, though she had never really talked to me before this, she seemed to like me and that was still a shock for me.

I decided to try and smile as well, pulling the corners of my mouth upwards. "How are you, Casey?" She asked once I stood a few feet away from her.

My smiled immediately dropped at this. "I know who you are because the other delinquents are assholes, how do you know me?" I asked as I folded my arms over my chest. At my words Octavia's smiled fell.

"We shared a cell for a year." She stated, deflating slightly.

I gasped, placing a hand over my chest in realization. She was right, that is why she looked slightly familiar. "Oh, yeah. I didn't recognize you without the grime." I told her with a smirk, at this Octavia immediately brightened up. "You have to tell me what you did to that hair, I'm about ready to hack mine off."

She laughed at this. "Yeah, I'm definitely thankful for that shower they gave me before putting us on the dropship."

My frown deepened. "Shower? I didn't get a shower."

"I could tell." Octavia smiled, pretending to wipe something invisible off my shoulder. "When is the last time you had a shower? You look like hell," She paused for a moment as she looked me over gently. "Scratch that, you look like you've been to hell and back twice."

I chuckled. "Indeed. I've been in solitary confinement for three months now, the days kind of mush together." I told her vaguely. I wasn't lying, and I actually hate lying. I'm terrible at it, mainly because of the whole lack of social interaction. Instead I chose to tell half truths, I chose to beat around the bush if you will. Octavia didn't take notice of my lack of information and simply nodded.

"I think I can help you out with that hair, if you take some scrap metal from the dropship you should be able to cut it. Though I don't know how clean of a cut it'll be, it probably won't look that good." Before Octavia could continue she was grabbed by the arm and dragged away. I opened my mouth to protest, but decided against it. She'd come back later, I'm sure. Or maybe not. Who knows. It's really a mystery.

That's when I heard the unmistakable voice of Wells not to far away. I groaned internally, no matter how far I ran they'd still be at my heels. I followed his voice to the side of the dropship. "Relax, we're just trying to figure out where we are." He insisted.

"We're on the ground." Bellamy came into my line of sight, with Octavia by his side. I figured it would be hard to get them apart now, it's not like we were that close anyway. Well, if I remember correctly we were kind of close. She was the first friend I ever made that wasn't stuck to hip for as long as I could remember, like Astrid. "That not good enough for you?"

"We need to find Mount Whether." Wells explained. "You heard my father's message, that has to be our top priority."

I narrowed my eyes at the boy before me, snapping out a reply before anyone else got the chance to. "Screw your father." At this everyone looked at me, and this almost made me back down. Instead I strode forward next to Octavia, standing my ground.

"What? You think you're in charge here? You and your little Princess?" Octavia continued as she sent a glare Clarke's way.

Clarke frowned. "Do you think we care who's in charge? We need to get to Mt. Whether. Not because the Chancellor told us to, but because the longer we wait the hungrier we'll get and the harder this'll be. We're looking at twenty mile trek. If we want to get there before dark then we need to leave, now."

Her words shouldn't have bothered me, but they did. "Nice speech, Clarke." I spoke, glancing around at the other kids. I was about to continue, but Bellamy cut me off. I almost sent a glare his way, but didn't. He wouldn't have seen it anyway.

"But I got a better idea. How about you go and bring the food back? Let the privileged do the work for once." Some kids around me shouted their approval at Bellamy's words. I stood ridged, not really wanting to draw anymore attention to myself. Another thing my anti-social childhood helped with, my fear of people. It's not so much a fear, as I can deal with it to a certain extent, but I still get nervous. As odd as that sounds.

"You're not listening." Wells said, gesturing around as he continued. "We all need to go."

A kid in the group behind Wells smiled, not just any smile. I recognized this as a sinister smile. "Look at this everyone. Chancellor of Earth." He shouted, taking a step forward. Wells turned to him, his jaw tight.

"You think that's funny?" Wells asked. Instead of answered the kid decided to shove him. Clarke was the only one who reacted as Wells fell to the ground. I felt something like remorse, or maybe it was happiness. Yeah, let's go with that. Wells rose to his feet and stood in a fighting position that was all off. It might've had to do with his foot that looked messed up, or that he had never learned how to fight. His stance was off and his fists weren't held correctly. His thumb was on the inside of his fist, his thumb was going to break if he used it.

Before we got the chance to see that Space Walker fell from above, almost as if he fell from space. Ironic, isn't it? "Kid's got one leg. Why don't you wait until it's a fair fight?" Space Walker asked, getting right in the kid's face. The kid simply glared.

"Hey, Space Walker!" I glanced to my right at Octavia, since she had been the one who spoke. "Rescue me next." She insisted, then she winked. Octavia winked, that was something I never saw in the Skybox, then again I only talked to her in our cell. Not much else to talk about with the other prisoners around.

Then the fight seemed to end. Everyone walked away, laughing at Octavia's little flirtation with Space Walker. Except Bellamy who grabbed Octavia's arm and dragged her away. I wouldn't have followed, seeing as it was a private matter, but Clarke looked ready to have one of those serious talks she's known for so I chose to follow the siblings.

"What?" Octavia asked, batting her lashes innocently. "He's cute."

"He's a criminal."

I laughed. "News flash, we're all criminals here." At these words Bellamy glanced at me.

"Including you?"

"Yep." I paused, raising one brow. "Why else would I be here?" The question had Bellamy narrowing his eyes at me. I sighed, raising my hands up in defeat. "I get that it's really none of my business, it's sibling business and all that, so I will just be out of your hair. Between you and me, I was just hoping to avoid a certain someone."

With that said I backed away, trying my best to block out the sounds of Octavia's whining. I could've helped her out, but that would require pissing off the man with a badge. Though that statement was useless because he obviously wasn't a real guard and I didn't care about the law enforcement. If I'm being honest I was tired of fights and just wanted to relax and smell the roses. Literally. And that's what I did.

I made my way to a tree, a relatively tall tree behind the dropship. It had a wide stump and the bark was rough, but it was easy to climb up. I wanted to see what this looked like from above, the whole idea of Earth still seemed bizarre to me.

I relaxed against the bark as I looked below at the people. They ran around, darting behind the green of the trees. There was a light breeze that I could feel now that the trees weren't in the way. It was nice and calming, something I rarely had. And sadly would never get the chance again. I heard my name being called from below, Clarke's shrill voice piercing my eardrums.

"What do you want, Clarke?" I asked, glancing down at her.

She looked up with wide eyes, maybe she didn't see me. I could've avoided this. "I want to talk to you." She shouted up. I sighed, debating whether or not I should jump and possibly just end my suffering. Only I have a fear of falling, so instead I climbed down, jumping off the last branch and landing in front of Clarke with a thump. She looked me over as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Okay, so talk." This sounded like something from a TV show from before the Nuclear War. Maybe I was a character in a TV show, and this was all just from the mind of a mentally disturbed child.

"I'm going out with a few others, but Wells is staying here." She told me, her eyes were cast to the ground now. Maybe I intimidated her, yes, that sounds right. "I know we haven't really seen each other in a while, but I'm hoping you still care about me on some level and will watch Wells for me."

I frowned, narrowing my eyes at her. "And why would I do that?"

Clarke looked up at me with a frown. "Because you're my sister." Her eyes narrowed as she stared at me. I said nothing and continued to stare back at her. "Does that mean absolutely nothing to you? Does the twelve years we spent together mean nothing?"

I glared at her, looking around wildly. "Shut your trap. Someone could hear you, and god knows if some teenage delinquent overhears you blabbing about who I am-"

"You'll what?" Her words cut me off as she too folded her arms across her chest and stood a little taller. "Kill them?"

"Maybe."

"That's exactly why I want you to watch over Wells." Clarke told me, a smirk tugging at her lips. I frowned in confusion as I waited for her to elaborate. "You're the only one I trust who can actually defend him, those practice sessions with Astrid had to have paid off at some point. And I know you might be mad at him for what he did, but-"

"What did he do?" Clarke's smirk fell at my words now. I took a step forward so I was inches from her face. "As far as I can see, he was just seeking approval. You on the other hand, you should've known better than to tell the Chancellor's son."

After spatting the words in her face I took a step back. Clarke's cheeks took on a light shade of pink, but judging by her glare I could tell it was because of rage and not embarrassment. She didn't say anything though, she simply took a deep breath. "Please just watch Wells, we can talk when I get back with the supplies." She said, walking away before I could protest. I debated just running away from camp and not looking back. Not looking back to Clarke or my family or even my old friends.

But I couldn't. They would look for me, no matter how much I hated them. And boy did I hate them, it was like a raging fire filled with pure hatred. All for the blonde who shared my genetics.

So, this is the first chapter of my re-write. I hope this is good, it's a lot longer than my previous one. I'm really excited for this re-write, it will not be the exact same thing like all my previous re-writes. This is a new story with a new character, kind of. The plot will be a little different as well, not to mention I've changed Casey's sentence. She got arrested for something completely different, although I'm still deciding, and there's another character in the story.

Astrid is going to have a big part in the story, and she will have a few chapters to kind of give updates about what is happening on the Ark. I really hope you enjoy her character, since she'll have a few surprises to her as well.

I hope you enjoyed, please let me know what you think cause I love feedback. Sorry this has taken so long, it took a while to create different cover for this story, since I'm terrible with covers. Really, don't expect too much from me in that department, I probably won't even use the cover It'll probably never even see the light of day.

Again, I'm really excited and will try to update regularly. As I've said before I can never keep to a schedule no matter how hard I try, but I will try. I'm thinking about posting on Monday's for this story. That sound good?

Anyway, please review and comment and give me feedback.

-mistysherwood1