Well, I’ve had an interesting couple of days with family drama, and it’s really messing with my anxiety and concentration. I’m trying to stay positive, though, and keep pushing on. Which means still writing. I haven’t broke my streak yet. It just keeps getting harder to get the words out. I can do this. I can, I can, I can.
Now that the pep talk is over…
Day 8: guard
Today’s story takes place in an alternate reality where the Ark never died and no one was sent to Earth. Everything is just normal. And boring.
Clarke and her friends aren’t exactly the most popular people. That happens when the chancellor’s son is in your group. Nobody likes or trusts Wells, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to fit in. He’s the one that talks Clarke into going to the party.
She tries to enjoy herself, she really does, but it’s obvious they’re not wanted. Running into John Murphy confirms that for her. Sometimes she wishes she could just punch him in his smug face. But when the party is raided, he comes in pretty handy because Murphy always knows the quickest way out of trouble.
Clarke’s lost Wells and her friends, but she’s also lost the guards. All she has to do is make it home without being seen. The coast seems clear right up until she turns a corner and runs right into someone tall with black hair, too many freckles, and an annoyingly cute smirk.
She panics at the sight of his guard uniform, but then realizes he’s just a cadet. She’s dealt with his kind before–dumb kids not much older than her, puffed up on a power trip. She doesn’t take crap from them. And she won’t take crap from this Blake guy either.
Of course Bellamy’s had his fair share of dealings with haughty princesses from Alpha Station that think they can get away with anything because of who their parents are. He’s not going to take her crap. It’s a battle of wills and wit. Who will win?
Hahahahaha. You’ll just have to wait for the story to be finished to find out the rest. I’m evil like that.
“You’re not even a real guard.”
She taps the spot on his chest where the guard crest should be. “You’re just a cadet.”
Now his partner is rolling. “She’s got you there, Blake.”
Stay tuned for my first finished Camp NaNo story. Coming to a blog near you.