this is (not) home
i. As hard as she tried, Clarke could never see The Ground as her home.
Home, for her, was The Ark.
The Ground was nothing more than a dream, a hope, a selfish longing for something that she knew she could never have.
She knew for certain now, that she would never see it.
In a month, she'd turn eighteen and be executed.
She keeps drawing the Earth, anyway.
At least, it would give the people who are imprisoned after her a nice view.
ii. Sometimes, Lexa looked to the stars and wondered what the Sky People were like.
She had heard the stories. When the people of the old world came together against all the odds, and built a ship called "The Ark" where they would live together in peace until the ground was safe.
Lexa wasn't sure she believed the part about peace.
She and her people occasionally saw shooting stars, but Lexa knew that they were actually bodies.
Young, healthy-looking bodies, too.
Lexa couldn't even begin to imagine what they must have done to deserve such a fate.
One of her scouts found a middle aged man with a photograph in his pocket.
In it, the man was smiling, his arm a grinning dark haired woman, and little girl with pigtails, who sat beside them.
On the back, it read "My Family – 2235."
Judging by the date, the little girl must have been around Lexa's age by now.
Lexa hoped that she was safe, where-ever she was.