Hi! I recently discovered The 100 and wanted to share this with you. It's a kind of a flashback. I may continue writing it if I get more ideas. So, this is my first fic and English isn't my first language and I'm sorry if it's uninteresting or if there are mistakes. Enjoy…

Marcus sat at his desk and watched as the teacher handed out yesterday's test results. It was a Math test so he wasn't worried. To say that he was good at Math was an understatement. He crushed it. Right now he had bigger problems than his academic achievements anyway. He put his hand on his ribs. It hurt as hell. He had an argument with his father last night and got a decent beating.

Even though he was only nine, this was not an unusual thing to Marcus. His father Michael Kane was an officer for many years, but since he got married developed a drinking problem. And he was definitely not a pleasant drunk. It started as a slap to his wife, for which he apologized. But it got worse over the years. His wife, Vera, tried to turn him in when he hurt Marcus for the first time, but no guard on the Ark would testify against an officer that important.

A few rows in front of him sat Abigail Reed. She was rapidly tapping her feet and biting down on her lower lip. She wasn't used to being stressed like this. She was usually the most relaxed and careless little girl you can imagine. But she failed the previous two tests and couldn't fail this one too. Her mother was already quite mad at her. It's not that she didn't try. She just didn't get Math. Anything else but not Math…

She got her test. An F. Again. Oh, come on… She put her head in her hands and just stayed like that, thinking, for a while. She felt like the biggest idiot in the entire Solar System.

Marcus got another A. It didn't mean anything to him. He still had to go home tonight an face his father. He did everything in his power not to cry.

Class was over. It was lunch time. Marcus picked up his food pack and managed to make a few steps before running into them. The three boys that loved to take lunches from other kids. It looked as it was his turn today.

"Check it, guys! It's the Tree-boy." said the biggest of the three boys and blocked Marcus's path.

"Yeah, what you have for us, Tree-boy?" The second largest boy pushed him onto the floor. Marcus was quite scrawny and couldn't outmuscle any one of them even if he tried.

"You won't be needing this." The third boy took his food pack.

"Please don't. The food is evenly distributed so that we all have enough." Marcus replied. The boys laughed.

"You'll be fine. Just eat air and photosyncronize like your precious tree." said the biggest boy with a smirk and started walking away.

"Photosynthesize." mumbled Marcus. The boy turned back around.

"Did you hear that boys? The Tree-boy's correcting me. Aren't you smart?" He took Marcus by his shoulders, picked him up from the floor and pinned him to the wall. Each of them punched him a few times in the stomach and walked away.

Marcus fell to the floor and moaned in pain. He felt so powerless, so lost. And then he remembered this was nothing compared to what he will probably get from his father later. He felt those tears coming up again. Then he heard a voice.

"Are you OK? Can you stand?" He felt a hand helping him up. He opened his eyes. It was Abby. He knew she was in his class and nothing more really.

"Those idiots got you good." She helped him sit up and then put her hand on his stomach.

"Does this hurt?"

"Yes, God stop!" He pushed her hand off him.

"That's not good." She just stared at him with her big brown eyes.

"I'll be fine." He tried to stand up but failed.

"I live close. My mother's a doctor. She can take a look at you."

"No need. I'm fine." He was touched by her concern, but couldn't allow her mother to ask questions. They couldn't help anyway.

"Oh, you're going. Or I'm calling your mother." She gave him a look that meant she was serious.

"You don't even know my mother, girl."

"My name is Abby, but I'm sure you know that. And the first thing you have to remember about me is that I never let something go. I'm prepared to walk up to every woman on the Ark until I find your mother… Marcus isn't it?" She was going to create a fuss. The one thing he didn't want to happen.

"Ok. You win. I'm going with you." She helped him go to her apartment. Her mother examined him while Abby watched carefully. He said these boys picked on him often, which wasn't a lie. They just weren't responsible for the ribs.

"My mom says they're cracked. I'm sorry." whispered Abby.

"I can handle it… And thank you for helping me."

"They better never touch you again because they'll have to deal with me!" They both laughed at that although Abby wasn't joking.

"No really, I appreciate it."

"You could repay me by joining us for dinner. I'd love some company."

"Fine. I'll stay" Abby was thrilled. She liked him so far. But then she remembered she had to tell her mum about her latest Math failure.

"Maybe today isn't such a good day for that. I got an F in Math and still haven't told my mum." she said even quieter.

"You don't have to tell her. I'm good. I can teach you." Marcus suggested.

"Really? You'd do that?"

"Well, you're my friend now. Tomorrow morning?"

"Sure."