𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍, on the run

september 23rd, 𝟐𝟏𝟒𝟗      

      𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 — so much so that she can't even look at the young girl as they stand, circled up in the same tent they discussed the evidence in, trying to figure out what the fuck they're supposed to do now. 

      The reveal of the information was completely Earth-shattering, Makayla's expression had been so easily readable that almost everyone could tell what she was feeling. 

      But now? She doesn't want anything to do with Charlotte.

      She doesn't condone murder — hell, nobody should. If Murphy had truly been the criminal, she would be one of the first people saying that he deserves to be punished. Though, she knew she wouldn't imagine hanging the boy as a suitable punishment, she would've been sure that she could've thought of something. 

      She sees Charlotte in a different light now — she's not the innocent little girl who was ruined by the Ark. She's a criminal, a cold-blooded murderer. And it radiates off of the others in the tent that they want to help, they want to save the young girl from Murphy's wrath — because as expected, he's enraged — but Makayla just can't bring herself to do that. The only way the girl will escape Murphy's wrath is if she goes on the run, and Makayla just can't bring herself to help in that.

      Murphy's voice booms from outside the tent, echoing throughout the camp. "BRING OUT THE GIRL, BELLAMY!" He shouts, and Makayla immediately sees Charlotte's face drop. She's obviously expecting the worst, because the young girl saw what everyone did to Murphy — and Charlotte obviously doesn't want the same fate.

      "Why, Charlotte?" Bellamy questions, and Makayla can hear his voice breaking. She remembers how he was with the girl in the cave — he obviously cares for her, maybe not as much as he does with his sister, but his interaction with Charlotte is why she sees the man in a different light now.

      But also, Charlotte just murdered someone a few days ago.

      "I was just trying to slay my demons, like you told me" Charlotte pleads, as if those words would excuse her actions. Makayla scoffs, quiet enough for it to go unnoticed by the rest of the group in the tent, as Clarke questions what she means. Makayla recalls the conversation in the cave — the whole 'Slay your demons' speech that seemed to be harmless at first, but as it turns out, was probably the worst advice to give to a little girl. But nobody could've expected this, right?

      "She misunderstood me" Bellamy is quick to say, trying to clear the air before things get blown out of proportion. He looks over to the young girl, who's hovering over by Makayla, with heartbreak in his eyes. "Charlotte, that is not what I meant".

     "BRING THE GIRL OUT, NOW".

      Makayla watches as Charlotte is quick to glance around, pure desperation filling her eyes. She can tell the girl is scared, terrified even of what Murphy is planning. There's a tug at her sleeve as Charlotte pleads with everyone to not let Murphy hurt her, but Makayla yanks her arm away from the girl.

      The blonde can't help but shoot Charlotte a short glare, something that most of the people probably can't notice in the tent. After a few seconds of tense silence, Makayla starts moving towards the exit.

      "Makayla, what the hell are you doing?" Bellamy questions, being the closest to the tent's exit. She stops, hand hovering over the flimsy material that she was about to pull back, and looks over at the man.

      She can't read his expression, leaving her totally clueless on what he thinks she's doing. She just wants to get out of the tent, leaving the uneasy tension in the tent behind. She doesn't want Charlotte to die, frankly she thinks she's too young for that, but her morals are getting the best of her. She can't let a murderer run free, she doesn't want to aid in getting her to safety. She assumes that the rest of the people in the tent think otherwise, all wanting to get the little girl to safety, out of harms way.

      She hesitates as she glances around the tent. "I can't stand in here anymore while we try to figure out what to do, because the only option we have is sending her on the run! And even then, Murphy's just going to chase her down" She spares a glance over at the young girl, a small part of her heart feeling bad for her. "I'll try to reason with Murphy, or at least distract him. I just —" She hesitates once again as she feels everyone's eyes on her, even Charlotte's.

      "We'll figure it out. Go, try to talk some sense into Murphy" Bellamy interjects, nodding his head at the end to tell the blonde it's okay. She gives him a small smile before glancing back at Charlotte, who's cowering as close to the wall of the tent as she can. She lets out a sigh as she peels the tent's makeshift doorway back, letting sunlight into the enclosed area.

      She sees Murphy smiling, and she assumes that he's expecting Charlotte to be thrown out of the tent, letting him get his revenge. She makes eye contact with the boy as she closes the tent's doorway, giving him no chance to see the group inside, especially Charlotte.

      "What are you doing out here, Pyro?" He questions, his smile dropping as they make eye contact. Makayla wants to reason with him, because she just can't let Charlotte die, and she didn't want Murphy to be hung either. She feels like she's stuck between two sides, in a horrible situation that she has no way out of. "Come to spread peace and love?".

      She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she hears some people laugh in the crowd. "I didn't want you to be hung, Murphy" She starts explaining, and she watches as he raises an eyebrow.

      "Oh yeah? Then why didn't you do anything?" He snaps, and Makayla can tell that the conversation probably won't go anywhere. He doesn't seem like he's going to let up, only deciding to rest when he gets his revenge on Charlotte.

      "Do you really think I could've done anything? It would've been me against maybe ninety other people! By the looks of it, they probably would've hung me too for being on your side" Makayla explains, but she can tell that Murphy doesn't seem to believe her. She hopes the people in the tent have figured out something, because she wouldn't forgive herself if Murphy gets ahold of Charlotte, but also, she doesn't think the girl should be on the run, hiding from punishment.

      She hates being in between sides.

      "Okay, so bring Charlotte out here" Murphy counters, skipping over everything that she said. She shakes her head, trying to tell him that she can't do that, but that just makes him more enraged. She doesn't know how to reason it, how to form a plea with the boy to not kill the young girl, because he doesn't seem like he's ready to listen.

      She tries to open her mouth to say something as he stalks closer to her, but she hears rustling behind her and turns her head to see Bellamy walking out of the tent. She shoots him a glance, silently asking him if Charlotte's being taken care of, to which he gives her a small nod.

      "Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us" Murphy sneers, venom lacing his words. Makayla sees him staring Bellamy down, no longer abiding by whatever he says. She's quick to see that Murphy will no longer be on Bellamy's side of things, especially after the man was the one to kick the crate out from under him. 

      Bellamy keeps a straight face. He's obviously trying to keep his authority, and especially after what happened earlier, she doesn't blame him. If things get out of hand once more, who knows what will happen? She understands that the camp has mob mentality, but how will the rest of the camp act now that a young girl's life is at stake?

      "Dial it down and back off" He commands, his face expressionless. Makayla doesn't expect his words to work, though, as Murphy stalks closer, a daring smile on his face. She wants to warn Bellamy that trying to assert authority over the boy won't work, that they have to figure something else out, but there's no time.

      "Or what?" He questions, but it's not something he's expecting an answer to. Makayla stands beside them as Murphy gets in Bellamy's face, insanity glinting in his eyes as he continues to have an itch for revenge. "What are you gonna do about it? Hang me?" 

      Makayla curls her fist into a ball, trying her best not to insert herself in their conversation. Things are teetering on the edge right now — the camp being dangerously close to going to pure chaos once again. Murphy is dangerously close to doing something so psychopathic, Makayla doesn't think there would be any way to redeem himself for it. 

      "I was just giving the people what they wanted".

      Makayla wants to scoff. That's not something that he should've said — especially when the boy in front of him is ready to sacrifice everything to get his revenge, desperate to get back at the girl for letting him be accused, desperate to get back at the girl for letting him be hung. There's no better way to go about this, though. Murphy isn't someone you can reason with at the moment.

      "Murphy, we both know that it wasn't right. You shouldn't have been hung. But that doesn't mean you should seek revenge on Charlotte" Makayla tries to plead, but she's quick to realize that Murphy isn't going to listen. He approaches her, moving away from Bellamy, ready to take his rage out on the blonde.

      "Why not? The little bitch watched what they did to me, let me be hung, and just stood there!" Murphy snarls, getting in Makayla's face as he speaks. "She deserves it!".

      Makayla takes a cautious step back, her eyes making contact with Bellamy's, silently asking him for help. She turns her attention back to Murphy, hoping he didn't notice — which he thankfully didn't — and forms a response.

      "She shouldn't go unpunished — for fuck's sake she's a murderer — but that doesn't mean we should hang her!" Makayla retorts, trying her best to reason with a boy that won't be reasoned with. She sees his expression change — possibly because he's realizing that there's someone who's somewhat on his side — but then it goes back to how it was before, ready to lash out at anyone in sight.

      She really misses when things were peaceful in the camp.

      Murphy stares her down for a second, before going on the same rampage that he was on earlier. "Shouldn't the punishment fit the crime?" He questions, but doesn't really mean it. It's obvious that he still thinks Charlotte should be hung, suffering the same fate that he was so close to having. "So, who here wants to see the real murderer hung up? All in favor?" He booms, directing his attention to the crowd surrounding them.

      When he's met with only a few raised hands, and even then some of them are hesitant, he's not just angry at Makayla and Bellamy, he's angry at everyone. "So, it's okay to string me up for nothing, but when the little bitch confesses, you all let her walk?" He shouts, his voice not loud enough to echo through the camp, but loud enough to show he's angry. "ALL OF YOU ARE COWARDS!".

      Bellamy finally moves over to them, grabbing Murphy's shoulder, ready to command him to stop his rampage. "Hey, Murphy! Murphy. It's over" He commands, his voice booming over the crowd, directing it at all of them, too. She hopes it works — but something inside her is telling her that it won't. Not when there's a loose cannon, itching to get revenge, right in front of them.

      "Whatever you say, boss" Murphy states, his voice infused with reluctance. She sees Bellamy turn away, obviously satisfied with the response he got, but she doesn't buy it. After all of that, Murphy would just stop? It doesn't make sense that he would pause his rampage while he is at the height of it. Makayla tries to turn Bellamy back around, attempting to grab his arm to gain his attention, but Murphy beats her to it.

      A log slams into the man's head, causing his body to fall towards the ground at a rapid face, knocking him unconscious. The thud his body made as it hit the ground echoes through the camp, breaking the silence the camp had fallen under. As Bellamy remains motionless on the ground, his sister's infuriated voice echoes through the camp.

      "SON OF A BITCH!".

      Within seconds, everything starts going to shit. Makayla tries to check on Bellamy, but she feels someone grab the back of her jacket, dragging her away from the man. Her body is forcefully turned, and she meets Murphy's eyes. She doesn't know what the hell he's doing, but she doesn't like it.

      "YOU WANNA SPREAD LOVE AND PEACE, PYRO? WELL HELP ME GET MY PEACE!" He shouts in her face, as two of his friends grab onto her arms, locking her in a position that she can't get out of. She's forcefully turned towards the tent as Murphy marches towards it, ready to get Charlotte and get his revenge, just as Quinn hurriedly walks out of it.

      She sees the girl look over at her as she tries to fight against the two boys' grasp, a worried look on her face. "What the hell is this, Murphy? Let her go!" She tries to command, and when it doesn't work, the girl rushes towards Makayla. Makayla gives her a look, trying to tell her that it won't work, and just as she expected, another one of Murphy's friends shoves the Devons girl out of the way.

      Makayla sees the boy, holding her friend by the collar as she struggles against their grasp. This only makes the two boys behind her tighten their hold on her arms, not letting her get the chance to escape. She sees Murphy rip the tent's entrance open, only to be met with an empty space.

      He turns back to the blonde girl, enraged. "WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?" He roars, getting in her face as she bites her cheek, trying her best not to let tears escape her eyes. She wishes things were still peaceful, and everyone would be building the wall. She hates the situation that she's been put in, hoping and praying this is all a nightmare.

      "I don't know!" She spits out, tears threatening to escape. Her words are honest — she knows that Sam, Clarke, and Finn decided to take the girl and run, because that was their only option. But she genuinely does not know where they're taking her. They could be going in any direction, using the walls to get around until they have to hide in bushes and trees.

      Murphy scoffs, looking around the camp with a scowl on his face. She stops struggling against the two boys' grip, growing tired of trying to escape. Murphy wants her to somehow help him get his peace, which she assumes is by killing Charlotte, but she doesn't want to do that. As much as she doesn't like the young girl for killing Wells, she doesn't want her to die.

      "CHARLOTTE, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!" He roars, his eyes flickering all around the chaos that's happening in the camp. " AND WHEN I FIND YOU, YOU'RE GONNA PAY!".

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      𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒.

      At least in Sam Vickerson's opinion, it does. The Earth keeps throwing things at him and his friends, giving them constant obstacles to work around. First, it was learning that there's people who already live on Earth, who don't seem to enjoy the delinquents' presence on the ground. Then it was the acid fog, that appeared out of nowhere and almost killed some of the others in the camp. And then, someone killed Wells. And now, there's a little girl who has two options: going on the run, or being left in the hands of someone who's on a rampage.

      He doesn't want to be involved in the hiding of Charlotte. He would prefer to be back at camp, working on the wristbands with the help of Monty and the occasional help of Makayla. But now, he's running in the forest, trying to help get a child murderer to safety.

      He doesn't believe that she should be killed for her crime. Murphy shouldn't have been hung, either. There's so many things that are going wrong, which is why he thinks Earth sucks.

      "It's gonna be night soon, Finn. Where are we going?" Clarke questions from beside him. They've stopped running now, since they got far enough away from the camp where Murphy wouldn't have a general idea of where they are. He keeps glancing over at the young girl, who's on the other side of Clarke, with a scared expression painted on her face. He feels bad for her, knowing that she's this young and stuck in a shitty situation, but also, she just murdered someone.

      He wonders if he should've stayed back. Is going on the run, desperately trying to hide the girl from Murphy even worth it? Are their efforts going to end up doing anything?

      "At least tell me you have a plan and we're not just wandering aimlessly through the woods" Clarke continues, a concerned expression on her face. Sam hasn't said much to them, the last words he's said were back in the tent when they agreed on who's going where — Quinn would try and help distract Murphy, because from what they heard, it didn't seem to be working, and the three of them would try to hide Charlotte.

      Finn doesn't look back at them as he leads them through the overgrown woods. "I have a plan" He states, his head moving around as he tries to locate whatever he's looking for. Sam rubs his temples, feeling a headache form as they continue through the woods, going who knows where.

      He hears something beside him, turning quickly to the side only to see Clarke yanking her hand away from Charlotte. He notices that she looks ready to lash out at her, and he wants to speak up, but Clarke beats him to it. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Just because we saved you doesn't mean you're forgiven. Got it?".

      Charlotte doesn't give her a nod, or any sort of response. The four of them stand in a stand-still, Sam scanning the little girl's face, noticing the utter fear infused with it. "Clarke —" He tries to say, but she snaps at him too.

      "She's just a kid" Finn explains for him, because Clarke seems more willing to listen to him instead of Sam right now. Sam lets out a sigh, really wishing he could just teleport back to the dropship, and either go to sleep or work on the single working wristband they have. He thrives the most when he's working with mechanics, anything that has wires or electricity running through them. Running through a forest to save a little girl is not something he wants to be doing, or can really help with. He doesn't even really get why he's helping.

      Maybe it was because Makayla wouldn't help. His best friend since diapers, the girl that lived just a few doors down from him. The girl that would give him part of her rations when his parents would take his, the girl that encouraged him to follow his dreams of being one of the best zero-g mechanics on the Ark even when everyone else doubted him. He knew that she wouldn't try to help hide Charlotte — she's probably the biggest advocator for peace that he knows — so maybe that's why.

      He thinks about it. Maybe he should follow Makayla's outlook on things, looking at the planet he's on as if it's a utopia. Being an advocator for peace. He doesn't know how Makayla currently feels about the planet — she hasn't mentioned it on one of her many ranting sessions, always talking about her early childhood, their friendship, and the interesting parts of solitary.

      Maybe she's starting to believe that Earth is kind of shitty. But he's not sure.

      "She's a killer" Clarke says back, turning her attention back to Charlotte. "You killed someone, Charlotte. Ended his life. Did you stop to think about that for even one second? Look at me! You can't just kill someone to make yourself feel better!".

      The little girl's face drops even more, Sam noticing that tears are threatening to spill onto her cheeks. He moves to say something, because he really can't deal with having to hide a fugitive who's too emotional to try and save herself on her own, but he stops when he hears a voice echo through the forest.

      "CHARLOTTE! CLARKE, SAM, AND FINN CAN'T SAVE YOU!".

      Murphy. That son of a bitch. There's nothing in the world that could make Sam like Murphy, even the slightest. From what he's seen, the boy has no good qualities. And the bullshit he's pulling is making him dislike him even more.

      Clarke looks down at Charlotte and then over to Sam, who's still hovering beside them. He assumes there's a million thoughts running through her head, but he doesn't blame her. She seems conflicted, not knowing whether or not to help the little girl or not. 

      "Shouldn't we keep running?" Sam questions, with Clarke by his side nodding along. He spares Charlotte another glance, taking note of her worried state. He's even starting to feel conflicted as well, because he's not sure if he should be helping anymore. Charlotte's practically a couple hundred feet from certain death, and within the blink of an eye, this whole debacle could be over if he were to snatch the girl up and hand her over to Murphy.

      But he won't do that. Not as he watches Finn open a hatch in the ground, one that's buried under a huge amount of dirt and plant life. Not as he watches the boy gesture towards Charlotte to get in, Clarke following shortly after. Not after they've gone through all this work to hide the little girl, protect her from a punishment that he knows will end in death.

      Finn tells him to get in, snapping him out of the trance he was in. He hesitantly places his feet on the ladder, noticing how dark it is in the room below him. He assumes it's a bunker — it's probably not anything else, because what else could it be? He doesn't know how long they'll hide out in the bunker, it could be for hours, or days even, if they have to. Maybe Murphy will give up the search by then.

      Clarke turns on a flashlight — he has absolutely no idea how she got it — and takes a few steps into the main area of the bunker. They pass through an arch, Charlotte only being a few steps ahead of him. Finn turns on a flashlight as well, brightening the dark atmosphere only slightly. The four venture onwards into the bunker, their steps slightly hesitant as they continue moving. 

      Clarke shines her flashlight over a shelf, immediately moving over to it to scan the supplies. It's a bunch of paint cans — nothing that would be overly useful, but that means there's other supplies hidden in the depths of the bunker, that probably haven't been used for years.

      A flashlight shines onto a table, giving Sam a chance to look at the photos that are laid out, unorganized on the table. He sees a family of four on a ski trip, as well as other photos of their events. He can't help but feel a pit forming in his stomach, knowing that he's walking into what used to be someone's property. He could even be walking in on bodies — though he believes there would be a distinct smell if there were any.

      Clarke asks the question that has been forming on the tip of Sam's tongue. "Finn, what is this place?" She questions, looking around the room once more as Sam notices something that interests him — there's a shelf full of mechanical supplies, and tools. Things that he could use to help with the radio, or repair the dropship. 

      He pushes the idea of looking more into it to the side, knowing that they have to take care of Charlotte first. That's the main priority — the reason they're all even in the bunker in the first place. Not for him to rummage through supplies that have been collecting dust for the past ninety-seven years, even though he wants to.

      "For now? It's home" Finn says in response. Sam looks up from his place, glancing around the room, seeing scattered blankets and a few pillows, and it dawns on him that they're probably spending the night there.

      He doesn't know how he feels about that.

      There's an unspoken agreement within the group to set up a bed for Charlotte and give themselves space to sleep. If they're truly going to be there all night, they might as well try to get some sleep, and hope that nobody finds them. Clarke finds a bin with some candles, lighting them up around the bunker so they don't waste the flashlights. Finn helps set up a bed for Charlotte, helping her feel comfortable while Sam goes back over to the shelves with the mechanical supplies and tools, scanning them over intriguingly. 

      "I can't believe you kept this place quiet" Clarke states, but Sam tries to ignore their conversation. There's a whole bucket full of tools — screwdrivers, hammers, there's even some screws that could be used. He does agree with Clarke, the bunker shouldn't be kept quiet. There's so many tools in there that could be helpful, benefiting the camp.

      "Come on, Clarke. What would be the point of telling anybody?" Finn questions, and Sam almost scoffs. There is a point in telling people, because there's supplies in there that nobody in the camp knows about, supplies that would help them all. 

      "Some of this stuff could be useful".

      He hears Finn scoff as he picks up the bucket, ready to show the other two the tools. "Like what? There's no weapons. All the food expired, like, ninety years ago" The Collins boy explains, trying to show Clarke that there's supposedly nothing that could help them. Sam assumes he didn't look hard enough — or doesn't want anyone else to know about the supplies, because he barely looked and found beneficial supplies!

      He steps over to the other two. "There's tools, and other things we could use to fix up the dropship" He shows them the bucket filled with supplies, trying to tell them that there are supplies that are useful. "We might not have food but I could definitely use this to help with the radio. And, there are other repairs that the dropship needs".

      He sees Clarke give Finn a look. "See! This place is useful!".

      Sam feels a smile creep onto his face as he moves off to the side, attempting to sort through the supplies since they have nothing else to do down in that bunker. It's not far off from where Clarke and Finn are sitting, giving him a good view of Charlotte still.

      "What do we do about Charlotte though?" He questions, staring at the little girl who's only a few feet away from him. "We can't keep her down here forever".

      He hears Clarke let out a sigh. "If I hadn't confronted Murphy, none of this would have happened" She explains, but Sam shakes his head. How would she have known? He knows why Clarke thought it was Murphy — all the evidence pointed to him. At least they know now that they shouldn't reveal those details, and probably keep them a secret until they know for sure.

      "How could you know it'd go down like that?".

      Clarke shrugs. "Bellamy knew, and I think Makayla did too". He sees Clarke glance over at him as she speaks, and he assumes it's because he's friends with Makayla. "We think the Grounders are a threat. Now we're killing each other. There have to be consequences".

      "We can't just let them hang people" Finn adds, and Sam nods along. He knows that there's no structure within the camp — everyone seems to be following different rules, doing whatever is needed for them to survive. He thinks the camp's lucky that people even came together to build the wall.

      There's a beat before anyone says anything else. "Hopefully, we figure it out before Murphy kills us for helping her" Finn continues, and Sam agrees. If Murphy continues with his rampage before they can figure anything out, they're all dead. And Sam doesn't doubt that Murphy wouldn't hold back.

      "He's not the type to forgive and forget. He wouldn't hesitate to kill us for helping her" Sam explains, seeing the other two nod along. The conversation seems to die there, leaving the three in comfortable silence as Clarke and Finn try to sleep, and Sam looks through the tools. To try not to wake anyone, he carefully places them on the floor, practically taking inventory over all the items.

      He was right earlier. There's a few screwdrivers and hammers, which could help in construction. There's some bolts and screws, which he knows will be helpful. He assumes that there's probably some wires hidden in the back of the bunker that he could repurpose, or maybe some mechanically powered toys that have parts that could be used. Maybe something for the radio.

      He gets up and moves to the other side of the bunker, finding a few drawers of miscellaneous items. He opens the top one to find some bandages, smaller Band-Aids, and packets of gauze. He grabs some of the bandages and puts them in his pants pocket, remembering that Makayla still needs something to stabilize her ankle. He plans on telling Clarke about the small amount of medical supplies when she wakes up, now noticing that she's asleep on the couch.

      He goes back over to his scattered pile of tools and continues sorting through them, placing them into piles so he can actually take an inventory on them. He doesn't know how long he's been doing this for, knowing he's been drifting in and out of sleep the entire time.

      Eventually, he does fall asleep.

      It doesn't seem to last long though. He wakes up after what seems like was a nap, glancing around the room as he regains his senses. He notices Clarke waking up, a small smile on her face as she looks back at Finn. He gives her a small smile as she notices him, which she returns, before both of their eyes fall on the same thing.

      There's an empty bunk not that far from them, blankets placed carelessly around the mattress. Which means Charlotte isn't there anymore, and the bunker isn't big, so she's obviously not there, because what would she gain from playing a one sided game of hide and seek? He feels the color drain from his face as he realizes that Charlotte isn't in the bunker, which means she's out in the open, giving Murphy the perfect chance to take her.

      Sam lets out a plethora of curses under his breath as he gets up, ready to go searching for the girl as Clarke wakes Finn up. And as they start moving out of the bunker, his mind tells him that he's right; Earth really fucking sucks.

      𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 —

second chapter over 5k words AND a section with sam's pov? i'm on a roll! i really want to do more chapters that include a section with quinn and sam's povs, because i also want to develop their characters properly and their relationships with respective characters. makayla will still have a lot of sections in her pov, some chapters might not have quinn or sam's pov, and some might only have theirs. it just depends on what happens.

anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter, and any feedback if feedback id love to hear!

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