Dear Clarke,
Here I am again, writing to you, trying to find some peace in the middle of this crazy camp, after another one of the awful and boring council meetings.
Diplomatic stuff is not my thing, Clarke, you would know that if you were here. You do know I'm the guy who acts, not the guy who listens and follow rules.
Your mom is driving me crazy. And you know? Sometimes she does remind me a lot of what you were like in the beginning, when we first got to Earth.
Kane and I are getting along; he's trying to help me with your mom. Sometimes I think that when we were together, we looked a lot like them, like your mom and Kane.
The meetings are boring, like I said before, but I know that this is part of the job.
We're trying to find a way to find the others stations of the Ark. We did some search and we're trying to discover if there's more people alive out there.
Raven, Monty and Wick are working together.
Jasper is still mad with us because of happen in Mount Weather, because of Maya. He's not the same, Clarke. He almost doesn't talk with anyone, he eats alone, somewhere in the Camp, he almost doesn't leave his tent. I don't know what to do to help him, Blondie.
Miller is working with his father in the guard. Him and Monty are getting along too. I think that Mount Weather made them become closer friends.
Octavia and Lincoln are the ones who lead the hunting trips almost every time we do one. They know the forest better than anyone else here, it's what they say whenever we get out of here.
Harper still screams at night. I hear her sometimes when I was on the night shift of the guard. Though she has started to help your mother and Jackson in medical. We need more healers and she volunteered to help.
We still don't know anything about Murphy or Jaha. Kane wants to try to find them, but your mom says that we can't send anyone out of this camp, yet, we still don't have the resources to do so.
I miss you, Blondie, please come back home.
Always yours, Bell.