CLARKE

I pound my fist on the door's window. Panic rushes through my head and an uneasy feeling appears in my gut. I look around. We're locked in some sort of metallic box with a few vents on the top. There's only one window on the door that is a metre or so wide and a half a meter long.

But who's we, you wonder?

We, as in me and around 30 more stuck up, ear-drum shattering kids, blabbering and bickering on, with not a single thought on their mind about our current situation. Only some very few sane people are looking around for any way out, panicking, or, like me, looking out the window to see the faces of our Chancellor Jaha, Professor Kane and my mom, Dr Griffin. All with stiff faces, emotionless and cold. My mother's face flinches each time i pound on the door. Professor Kane shifts from foot to foot, looking away from us- from me.

Suddenly, the room shifts. It takes me a while to realize that we're descending. I scream and bang to the window. Where the hell could we be possibly going? It's a Sky boat, it doesn't have a damn basement!

"What are you doing?!" Only my mother trembles in her place, looking unsure. As the window gets smaller and smaller, I see the last glimpse of my mom's face, her eyes finally meeting mine, telling me something along the lines of "I'm Sorry.".

Then her image cuts off. I'm left there, shrunken against the floor, my breaths coming with gasps. I close my eyes, dreaming, hoping for my Dad to be here, to tell it's alright, to tell me what's going on. But he never comes. I go through the possibilities. Are they locking us down? Keeping us somewhere? Are they… dropping out out of the Ark? To reduce population? Did we do something wrong?

Are they sending us to the ground?

I close my eyes tight, the word "Why?" duplicating itself and taking over my brain. The sound of the others shouting and chanting pushes me off the edge, to the point where I'm about to explode. I clamp my hands to my ears, trying to block all the noises.

It's only until a hand is on my back, that my brain stops, focusing on the warm, gently hand that rubs my back comfortingly. I slowly let my hands down and eye's open to turn around. A girl with big, glassy green blue eyes, straight brown hair and a faint smile upon her pink lips looks down at me.

"It's alright. You're okay." I hang on to every word that she says and nod. She helps me get up.

"Thank you." I say, smiling a little as her hand lets go of mine. "I'm Clarke."

"Octavia." She smiles widely. "Do you, by any chance, know what's going on?"

"I was just wondering the same thing." I say, guilty that i couldn't help the poor girl. "They're either keeping us somewhere, but that doesn't make sense because we're still moving down. There's only one explanation i can think of right now." I pause, not wanting to accept it, or break it to Octavia.

"We're going to the ground. Aren't we?" Octavia saves me the trouble. She looks around in distress. At that moment, i make this girl my responsibility to keep her safe. She's the only person here that i would do anything for.

"Hey, listen." I say, holding Octavia's shoulder. I need to make sure she feels okay. "We'll figure everything out, okay? It's gonna be okay." I say the words, assuring not only her, but myself as well. She calms down, nodding.

A sharp crack appears from the corner of the room. I whip my head around, and almost instantly i wish i didn't. A small brown haired boy thuds to the ground, his neck bone sticking out under his skin.

All of a sudden, the noise cuts off immediately. No noise at all. Nothing. We all stare at the boy. I look around, suddenly angry. I muster up the courage to go to the boy. My anger sinks and dispair swells in my heart.

Around his ears, there are bloody nail marks. He probably wanted to stop the noise and held too hard on his ears. His knees were close to his stomach, indicating that he was crouching before he fell. Lastly, his neck. He broke his own neck, because he couldn't handle it. The noise, the room moving, the situation he's in. The situation we're all in.

I pick myself up. It takes all my willpower not to slump back down again. I turn around and suddenly remember there are a whole lot of people there, their eyes fixed on the pale boy's body. Some are weeping helplessly and some slouch down and hold their head into their hands. Some are perfectly still, but tense and alert. Something has to be said, and i have no problem saying it.

"This," I say dangerously quiet, pointing to the boy behind me, "is what happens when we are all careless."

I look at each and every one of them, making sure they understand me.

"This will not happen again. I know we don't know what's happening and there are a lot of thoughts in our heads, but if we act completely oblivious, then we may die."

"And what makes you think we're in that kind of danger?" a shout comes from the very back of the crowd. A slimy haired and beady eyed boy walks to the front, with a grimace on his face as if he hates my very existence.

"We've been moving down for, what, 15 minutes now. We know very well that the Ark has no lower deck beneath the 6th floor. We also know that the only thing below us now is-"

"The ground." He finishes. Finally, a reality check does the trick for him. "Why would they send you? You're basically royalty, right princess?"

"It doesn't matter what i am. We're all in the same situation." I point out. The word Royalty makes my hands curl into fists."

Suddenly, the room starts moving faster, and everyone is swirling on their feet, or crouching on the ground trying to keep themselves together. I slip and land on the ground, bracing myself. Soon everyone loses their balance and collapse. I hold on to Octavia's arm as she starts swirl a little.

There's a sudden electronic click. A voice enters the room from the speakers above.

"Mount Weather is the cure." It booms robotically and repeats nonstop. The room's going even faster and I can feel myself floating up a little. A trickle of blood fall from my nose. I look around at everyone bracing themselves. My vision starts to blur a little, so i close my eyes and hope for the pain in my head subside. I feel Octavia holding onto my whole arm and her face leaning against my shoulder, her breaths ragged and broken.

This is it. We're going to the ground.