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Chapter One:
With three seconds left on the clock, the puck shot through the air to bury itself into the top right corner of the net. The goal horn blared and Clarke Griffin cursed the hockey gods. As if reprimanding her, the horn sounded again, signaling the end of the game. The girls on the bench gave a collective sigh as they scooped up their water bottles and began filing back onto the ice. Clarke Griffin took her bottle and angrily sprayed water everywhere as she stepped onto the ice. She hates losing.
“Ten points from Gryffindor. Tsk, tsk.” Clarke turned her head to see her friend and line mate Raven Reyes teasing her. Before she could respond with something equally as sarcastic, Octavia Blake intervened.
“Reyes chill. Can't you see she's royally pissed?” Octavia snorted. “Get it? Royally pissed? Because she's the princess.” Octavia chuckled at her own lame attempt at a joke. Raven just sighed and started to shake the other team's sweaty hands. Clarke went through the line absentmindedly, wishing she could say exactly what she thought of them instead of a robotic 'good game'. If it had been a good game, we would have won, damn it.
“We should have had that game guys. We should have been all over them.” Clarke growled as soon as they stepped in the dressing room. Raven and Octavia shared a look. They knew exactly what was coming; the three of them had been best friends since grade four when they all fought over the tire swing. Raven had won, but later felt bad and ended up sharing it.
But nooo. Instead, we get our butts kicked. The usually boisterous room was hushed tonight, due to their loss. There was only the sound of helmets being unbuckled, skates being untied, Velcro ripping, and gear being violently thrown into bags. Sixteen sweaty, exhausted, brooding teenage girls dealt with the disappointment of being the losing team. None of them were used to it. Their team, the Arkers, were known as one of the best varsity girls' hockey team in Atlantic Canada. They all went to Kenn Valley Academy, a prestigious boarding school that was well known for their outstanding education and, more importantly, their sports programs. KVA, as it was shortened to, had some of Canada's best athletic teams. They dominated the field of rugby, football, lacrosse, soccer, and even had a kick-ass swim team, but it was hockey that everyone tried to get their child into the school for.
“You're right Clarke, but there's no use in getting worked up about the past. Just remember,” Octavia had bent down to untie her skates but looked up with deep, soulful eyes. “life is a collection of nows.”
This time, both Clarke and Raven snorted at their friend. All three of them craned their necks up to the ceiling to look at the painted words Octavia had just spoken. They laughed at her silliness, and just like that, Clarke's moodiness faded away. They quickly undressed in silence until underwear-clad Clarke grabbed a small plastic bag and headed for the showers.
“Griffin!” Clarke turned her head to see Raven fighting with her shin pad. “Spot me some shampoo would ya? I forgot mine.”
“Sure thing Ravenclaw.” Clarke winked at the small, fiery girl before disappearing around the corner to the showers. It was a large rectangular area with four shower heads at each of the corners. Clarke placed her soap and stuff on the little platform and turned the water on. It usually takes a little fiddling to get the water so that it wasn't boiling hot or freezing cold, but Clarke had mastered the art of water-temperature-taming ages ago. She had gone to Kenn Valley since kindergarten because her mom was good friends with the Science professor. She played hockey since IP 2 and had always loved it. She made the varsity team as a freshman, which was rare, but if Clarke Griffin had anything, it was talent. For, like, everything. It was hard sometimes for her friends to watch as Clarke slayed at everything she did and not be a teensy bit envious. But that didn't matter anymore because the Golden Trio now played on the same team and snipped all the ginos.
Clarke sighed as the water hit her body, massaging with its rhythmic spray. She had set the water closer to the blue side, because Clarke was hot and drenched with sweat and all she wanted was a nice, relaxing shower to cool her body. The water danced along her skin and Clarke ran a hand through her long blonde hair, lathering it with shampoo.
After finishing up in the shower, Clarke threw on her Captain America sweatpants and her oversized Kenn Valley sweater. Her thick hair was wet, so she placed her favourite Beauty Status hat on her head and headed out. Shouting goodbye to her team mates as she heaved her heavy bag onto her shoulder, Clarke left the dressing room behind Raven and Octavia, who had showered unnaturally quickly. They excited the rink, chatting amiably about life and school.
“Mondays suck monkey butts.” Octavia whined as they walked through the parking lot.
“And so does the cold.” To emphasize her point, Raven breathed on her hands and furiously rubbed them together. “It's only October and it's already, what? Minus 10?”
Clarke rolled her eyes. “It was 8 degrees today.” Raven mumbled something that sounded like 'yeah that's still cold' but Clarke continued. “Plus, it's Canada. What do you expect?”
“I don't know, woman! Some reasonable weather?” Raven threw her hands up in the air and all three girls laughed and giggled. Arriving at Raven's car, they managed to fit all their gear and sticks in the bed of her old Ford pick-up truck. Raven's dad owned a popular car garage, so Raven was given a truck for her 16th birthday. That summer, she made it her mission to 'soup it up'. So she started by installing a ridiculously loud stereo system then changed the rims. What really complete the truck though, was its paint job. Raven went all out for her baby and got it encased matte black. Driving down the streets at night, the crew looked like they could be Batman's accomplices. And that was exactly what Raven wanted.
“Shotgun!” Octavia screamed and leaped into the front seat of the truck. Disappointed at herself for not calling it sooner, Clarke was forced to sit in the tiny compartment behind her friends' leather seats (another one of Raven's additions). The ride home was mostly spent discussing the game and how Octavia was going to fail her French test. When Raven pulled into Clarke's driveway, Clarke smiled and thanked the girl.
“Anything for you Griffin.” Raven smiled back. Clarke jumped out of the truck as soon as Octavia had moved out of the way.
“See you tomorrow Clarke.” Octavia added. Clarke grabbed her gear out of the bed of the truck and waved goodbye to her best friends as she walked to her front door.
“Night night you guys!” Clarke gave one last good-night before fishing her keys out of her coat pocket and stepping into her house as quietly as she can. Practices were almost always at night, and Clarke's mom worked long hours at the hospital as a surgeon. So when her mom did get a chance to get a good rest, Clarke made sure not to wake her up. She placed her gear on the floor to deal with in the morning before stalking though the house and up the stairs, careful not to step on the creaky parts. When she entered her room, her only thoughts were on her bed. And pillows. And sleep. When Clarke finally curled into her blankets, she was immediately whisked away into the arms of blissful rest.
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“Griffin! Clarke Griffin! How does it feel to have suffered your first loss of the season? And do you think there will be many more to come?” An old, familiar voice recorder was shoved in front of her face. Following the arm it was almost always attached to, Clarke stared into the playful brown eyes of Monty Green. Behind him, recording the scene with his phone, was Monty's best friend Jasper. These two were trouble. Geniuses, but trouble. Clarke smiled and humored them, knowing that this would only end up on their new blog anyways. Clarke shut the door of her locker and turned to look directly into camera.
“Jasper, Monty, the whole student body of KVA,” she began, “I, Clarke Griffin, can promise to you that our team is many things. Passionate, hard-working, skilled, and talented,” She paused for dramatic effect, “but losers we. are. not.”
Both guys laughed at Clarke's theatrics. Some people didn't like how Monty and Jasper went around snooping into people's business, but Clarke didn't mind. She considered them her friends and besides; they were just doing this for fun.
“All right, thank you Clarke. One more thing,” Monty shuffled a bit closer to Clarke and leaned in, as if sharing a secret. Clarke played along. “Did you hear about that hot new girl? All we know is that her last name is Woods and she plays hockey. Any thoughts?” Monty moved the recorder closer to Clarke's mouth.
“Welcome to Kenn Valley Academy, Miss Woods. I hope you feel at home here.” Clarke smiled and Monty swears that he saw at least three guys swoon. Yeah, Clarke has that effect on people.
After waving goodbye at the Dynamic Duo, as Clarke liked to call them, the beautiful blonde-haired girl walked through the busy halls to her first class- English. Clarke took her studies seriously enough, though Math isn't her strong point. Her average stayed in the high 80s and she did her best in English, Science, and Art. Clarke loved art. It was her passion, though she wished to become a doctor, like her mom. Art spoke to her. It lived in her. She gets lost in art- the colors, the textures, the lines and curves, everything about it. She was an amazing painter, but she preferred pencil or charcoal. Art was Clarke's way to channel her feelings. When she didn't have hockey that is.
As Clarke walked into her English class, she noticed two things: that the teacher wasn't here yet and that there was, in fact, a new girl sitting in the corner. Long, wavy, chestnut hair was pulled away from her face by intricate braids. From what Clarke could see from across the room, they looked complicated. Very complicated. But incredibly beautiful. Like the girl. Clarke decided that she agreed with Monty's description of the new student. The way she had her hair up brought out the flash of her pine green eyes, the high arch of her cheekbones, the sharp angle of her jawline. She had an elegant nose and her eyes were intense, framed by thick, dark lashes. She looked like the kind of girl you didn't talk to unless you had permission.
Clarke sat in her usual seat in the middle of the class, to the left. Raven wasn't in this class, but Octavia was. But the girl with the midnight hair and hazel eyes was nowhere to be seen. Until she popped up in the doorway, right behind Mr. Jaha. Clarke gave her a look and signaled with her hand to say 'what are you doing?'.
“Happy Monday, students! I hope you had a great weekend.” Mr. Jaha, the English teacher, addressed his students in this way every week. He would ask if anyone had anything interesting to share that had something to do with what they were learning in English. Nobody ever really did. As soon as Mr. Jaha turned around to grab his attendance sheet off his desk, Octavia sneaked past, quick as a bunny and slid into the closest seat. When Mr. Jaha turned around, he didn't even look at her, instead began checking off students silently.Octavia did a little happy dance in her head and even turned around in her seat to wink at Clarke.
“Miss Blake, how kind of you to grace us with your presence this fine morning.” Or maybe she wasn't so successful.
“Well of course Mr. Jaha. I wouldn't miss my favourite class taught by my favourite teacher, for the world.” Octavia took pride in herself for being a quick thinker.
Mr. Jaha smiled knowingly at her and let it slide. Mr. Jaha is so my new favourite teacher. Octavia thought to herself.
Further back in the class, Clarke Griffin was caught staring. The new girl brought her head up and looked straight into Clarke's ocean-blue eyes. Clarke turned away, pretending to busy herself with her notebook, heat rising to her cheeks with just one glance from the girl's beautiful green eyes. The girl radiated unwavering intensity. Clarke didn't think it would be very easy to approach her. She wasn't cold exactly, but she didn't seem very forthcoming either. She seemed distant, gazing wistfully out the window as if she wished to be anywhere else but here.
“As some of you may have noticed, we have a new student here today.” Mr. Jaha gestured at her. “Her name is Lexa Woods and she came here from, where did you say, Lexa? Sorry.”
Lexa gave a small, tight, polite, rehearsed smile and said, “rural British Columbia.” Her voice was sweet but sultry and Clarke would confidently bet that all of the guys were secretly checking her out. Some not so secretly.
“Well there you go. I hope you feel welcomed here Miss Woods. Take a hint, class!” With that, Mr. Jaha began discussing the reading of Romeo and Juliet they were assigned that weekend.
The morning went by fairly quickly to Clarke, who was very much looking forward to lunch. When the bell rang, she made a beeline to the cafeteria. Spotting Raven and Octavia, she fast-walked over and tapped them both on the shoulder.
“Boo!” Clarke teased.
“Griffin, you really have to get better at this.”
“Yeah Clarke. You're about as scary as a chipmunk.”
The three girls chatted amongst themselves while they waited in line for their food. The lunches served at KVA were actually pretty good. They were delicious, for sure, and they weren't half bad for you either. Not that Clarke really cared; Mondays was pizza day!
“So, O” the girl looked at Clarke. “nice move back there in first period English.” Clarke bumped her with her hip. “Smooth. Real smooth.”
“Oh shut up, Princess.” Octavia rolled her eyes and snagged an apple from the fruit tray as they passed it. She threw a banana at Clarke, who caught it with ease and set it down on her own tray.
“Why? What happened?” Raven asked.
“Oh, Octavia here was trying to ninja around Mr. Jaha.” Octavia sighed and Clarke could only laugh. Raven snorted.
“And how did that turn out?” Octavia explained the rest of the story as they got their slices of pizza. When they were done in the line, they sat down at their favourite table next to the window in the far corner of the room. As Octavia and Clarke dug into their cheesy slices of heaven, Raven could only stare enviously as she pulled out a sandwich from her bag.
“You two are poops you know that.” She scowled at her lame lunch and bit into it angrily.
“Hey! I'm trying to eat here.” Clarke joked, her mouth full of pizza.
“Yeah bud. It's not our fault you have diet restrictions.” Octavia pointed out. It was true. Raven's dad was super strict, especially about hockey, so Raven had to always deal with it. Whether it be eating healthy the days she had hockey or just working ridiculously hard every time she was on the ice, Raven's goal was always to make her dad happy. Because if not, she would have to suffer through an intense lecture.
“Yeah, yeah. Don't worry. Just enjoy your pizza.” Raven stuck her tongue out at them.
“Oh we will.” Octavia replied with a wink.
“Hey! Have you guys seen that new girl, Lexa Woods?” Clarke butted into the conversation.
“Yeah, Cool Braids.” Clarke laughed at Octavia's nickname for her. “She kind of scares me though.”
Raven nodded in agreement. “Yeah. She's sort of intimidating. Really...” She struggled to find the right words, just like Clarke did.
“Aloof and intense?” Clarke offered.
“Yeah! And her eyes! It's like she has laser vision or something. Pew pew!” Raven was such a dork sometimes. But then again, they all were.
“Umm, Raven? I don't know what planet you grew up on, but here on Earth everybody knows that lasers don't go 'pew pew'. They go 'zhoom'.” Octavia stared at Raven incredulously.
“Excuse me? They don't go 'zhoom'! What the heck kind of sound is that? Something from a car commercial?” Raven retorted.
“You guys are both wrong,” Clarke said. “Lasers go 'neeeeom'.”
“'Neeeeom? Are you kidding me right now? Where the heck were you born? Saturn?” Raven could not believe the craziness she was hearing.
The three girls continue this senseless bickering until they were all laughing hysterically and on the verge of tears. They powered through the rest of the school day with hockey practice in their minds.
Clarke was excited to get to the rink. School ended at 3:30 and their practice was in an hour. She finished up some homework before grabbing a Cliff Bar from her cupboard. They were her go-to energy bar, and they tasted so good. Her favourite flavor was coconut chocolate chip. She was munching on it while she waited for Raven to pick her up for practice. It was times like these where Clarke wished she had a car, but she lived alone with her mom and they only needed one vehicle. Clarke's dad passed away a couple years ago, and they were hit hard. Fortunately, Clarke had other people that cared for her that helped her get through the pain. Abby, Clarke's mom, had a harder time coping, and sometimes Clarke felt that she hadn't fully recovered.
Raven's Batman truck rolled down the street, snapping Clarke out of her thoughts. Clarke jumped into the front seat after throwing her gear in the back.
“Thanks Raven.” Clarke said as she buckled her seat belt.
“Anytime Princess.” Raven backed out of her driveway and Clarke watched as her modest one floor house disappeared in the distance. It was a short ten minute drive to the rink, and they got there in no time because Raven was a speed-demon.
Entering the rink, Clarke was immediately taken by the smell of the ice. There was an Atom team practice on the ice, and Clarke smiled at how adorable they were. They entered their designated dressing room and she was met with the sounds of squealing teenage girls. Clarke dropped her bag next to Octavia, who had been dropped off by her brother earlier.
“You guys… you won't believe what Bellamy did today.” Raven and Clarke shared a look, because when Octavia's brother did something crazy, it was crazy crazy.
“Okay, so we went to Tim's and the girl asked us what we wanted right, and Bell goes, 'yeah, umm, what kind of donuts do you have'”. Octavia laughs before continuing. 'and the girl starts to list off all the donuts they had and then,” Octavia wipes a tear that started to form in her eye. “And then, he goes 'what was the third one again?'” At that, Octavia starts to laugh hysterically and slaps her knee. Raven and Clarke were laughing too, but mostly because of Octavia's reaction to it all.
At that moment, the dressing room door swung open and Lexa Woods walked in. The room hushed slightly and some girls openly stared. Including Raven, Octavia and Clarke. Lexa surveyed the room with those sharp eyes of hers and eyed the only open space- next to Clarke. Realizing this, Clarke shifted her bag to give Lexa more spread space. Lexa walked over and set her Warrior bag on the floor before hanging up her black pea coat. Her long, dark brown hair was still neatly braided together. Sitting down, she kept mostly to herself. Clarke glanced sideways at the brunette and observed the way she carried herself. Assertive, yet reserved. Not wanting to bother her, Clarke turned back to her friends and continued to get her gear on. They struck up another conversation and the room fell back into comfortable chaos.
Clarke only realized the time that flew by when Lexa crossed the room in full gear and left the room in silence. She got dressed quickly.
“Buddy, do you think she's any good?” Clarke heard Charlotte, one of the few freshmen on the team, ask one her friends, Natalie.
“No idea.” She replied. “I've never seen her.”
This made Clarke wonder herself, and Raven bent her head closer to Clarke's as she pulled her helmet on.
“What school did she come from? Do you know?” Raven whispered.
“Nope.” Clarke replied as they stepped out of the dressing room. They were met by the cool air and Clarke couldn't help but breathe in the smell of the rink. It smelled like a second home.
BANG! The sound of a puck ricocheting off the glass drew Clarke's attention to the girls on the ice. One of them in particular caught her eye. She was set up at the blue line, a puck just in front of her. She skated up to it, drew her shoulders back, and unleashed a booming slap shot that sent the puck slicing through the air towards the net, hitting the crossbar and dropping down into the net, all in one fluid motion. As if completely dismissive about her obviously beautiful shot, the girl grabbed another puck and took another shot. The ding of the post echoed through the rink.
“Holy clapper, buddy.” Octavia's voice was filled with admiration.
“Must be a D-man.” Raven noted. Clarke nodded, but she was focused on how good Lexa was on the ice. She skates with such grace and fluidity. It's like the air parted for her or something. As Clarke stepped onto the ice herself, she let the feeling of her skates biting into ice fill her. She tested out her edges as she glided over to the bench to set her water bottle down. A couple of the girls were already out here- Jessica, a solid defenseman and Lauren and Catherine, two second-line forwards. They were just passing the puck around and taking a couple shots, but it was obviously to whoever was watching that Lexa Woods commanded the ice. It was everything about her; the way her long strides drove her across the ice, the way she handled the puck-effortlessly, and with such confidence, the way her shots found her way into the back of the net as if it was as easy as breathing. Her long braid whipped behind her as she skated down the ice, and Clarke couldn't help but admire the girl. She was good. She had to admit.
“Well now I guess we know just how good she is.” Raven remarked as she started to skate laps around the rink. Clarke and Octavia followed her, the three of them warming up. Soon, the rest of the girls filed onto the ice, then the coach. As Marcus Kane, a stern, strict man, blew his whistle, 17 girls hustled to his side and knelled around him. It was unwise to not listen to him.
“Alright girls, you all know what happened last night.” His strong voice made them all pay attention. Every one of the girls on the ice knew what was coming next. It seemed as if even Lexa knew what the coach meant.
“We lost.” Coach Kane paused, letting the statement sink in. “Now girls, I've told most of you before and I'm telling you all now. I don't hate losing. I hate not playing.” Coach Kane looked around at each one of the girls in the eye. “We didn't show up to play last night. We weren't skating, we weren't communicating, we weren't passing. So now, we get to do the one thing everybody loves.” The air was cold and silent. “Line up on the goal line.”
This was it. Suicides until someone threw up. A sure death sentence. The girls were spread out on the red line on one side of the rink. When coach blew his whistle, they jumped into motion. Legs were pumping, breaths grew heavy, and sticks tapped a rhythm to the girls' strides. At first, everybody skated together. Over time, people slowed down, their legs feeling like lead, their lungs about to burst. Clarke pushed through the pain, the sharp piercing in her lungs, the weight of her legs. Left right left right she continued to pump her legs. Her breath came in short gasps and sweat ran down her face. She was one of few girls in the front, and she was impressed by how well Lexa was keeping up. The taller girl was just a little in front of her, her movements sluggish, yet such things were to be expected when you've been skating senselessly up and down the ice. Red line, blue line, blue line, red line, goal line, and back. Clarke's body was screaming and even her mind was exhausted. Looking up at the clock through the damp mess in her face that was her hair, she saw that they only been skating for four minutes. Four. She swore at herself, unable to skate any further. But the instrument that sent her to this fate was about to become her salvation because the shrill sound of a whistle pierced trough the air and every girl fell to their knees. Clarke's lungs were overwhelmed and she was gasping for breath. Sweat was dripping down her hair, her cheeks, her nose and she felt as if her body was on fire. She couldn't feel her thighs; they were numb and she struggled to be able to stand up. Looking around, some girls were just laying flat on their backs on the ice. There was nothing but the sound of the arena door being flung open as some girl ran for the toilet, and the ragged breathing of the entire team. I'm going to die. Clarke thought.
The practice came from hell. Coach pushed them hard, making them do intense skating and passing drills. After giving them a solid minute and a half to recover, of course. Clarke watched as Lexa Woods handled the puck with ease before snapping an insanely accurate pass to a winger breaking out. If she's trying out, she's definitely making it.
“Woods's got skills.” Raven stopped beside Clarke, who was getting a drink from her water bottle. She grabbed the bottle from Clarke's hands and squirted water in her mouth.
“Thanks Clarkey!” She said, skating away. Clarke shook her head.
After the grueling practice that they all deserved, the dressing room was alive again. The girls were exhausted, and they all looked forward to sleeping.
“Oh my goodness Raven I can't do this anymore.” Octavia whined. She had her arms stuck over her head, her jersey tangled up with her shoulder pads so that she couldn't take her jersey off. Raven and Clarke laughed at how silly she looked sitting there, defeated.
“Stop laughing you guys. I'm tired as frig and I can't move a single muscle in my body.” Octavia continued flailing around before Raven eventually helped her out. But not before Clarke had snapped a picture, of course. Oh I'm so going to use this as blackmail. Clarke smiled sweetly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lexa Woods' lips curve up ever so slightly. She has emotions!
“So,” Clarke started, scooting closer to the new girl. “How did you like that practice?” She said with a teasing smile. The stoic brunette tilted her head and said,
“Well, it was certainly demanding.” The girl's pine-green eyes flickered towards deep blue ones.
“Yeah. That's one word to describe it.” Clarke smiled at the girl. She extended her hand.
“I'm Clarke by the way.” After the briefest of pauses, she shook Clarke's hand.
“Lexa Woods.” Feeling confident about her socializing skills, Clarke told her that if she needed anything, to come talk to her. People do this in movies all the time, right?
“Thank you, Clarke. Have a nice evening.” With that, Lexa stood up with her gear and left the dressing room. Well that went well.
“Well that went well.” Clarke turned to Octavia, her eyes widened slightly. That's creepy.
“Yeah,” Clarke stuffed the last of her gear in her bag. “She seems nice.” Octavia nodded and picked up her stick from the floor. The three girls said their goodbyes and left the rink. They piled into Raven's truck again (Clarke got the front seat this time!) and drove home.
As soon as Clarke opened her door, she knew her mom was still up. The kitchen light was on and the house smelled of pie. Apple pie. Clarke's stomach growled and her heart beat faster. She loved apple pie. Dropping her gear, she practically ran through the hallway to get to the kitchen. Her mom was there, in her fluffy pink housecoat and polka-doted slippers, pulling out a freshly baked apple pie from the oven. Clarke's face broke into a smile and she rushed to hug her mom.
“Hi sweetie,” her mom greeted her, still embracing her daughter. She planted a kiss in the blonde's wavy hair.
“Hi mom.” Clarke mumbled into her mom's fleece robe. She missed her mom. Sometimes, due to their schedules, they go without seeing each other for days. It was hard on both of them, especially Abby, who loved her daughter very much.
“How was practice?” Abby released her daughter, who sat on a stool by the island. Abby turned back to the counter and grabbed the pie. “I made you this this afternoon. It's cool now, so you can eat it.” Abby smiled knowingly at Clarke, who smiled widely.
“Thanks mom,” She kissed her mom on the cheek before cutting herself a large slice of the pie and digging in.
“Someone's hungry.” Her mom chuckled. Clarke waited until she swallowed her food before replying.
“What can I say? I'm a growing child.” Abby laughed. “Not to mention coach drove us hard tonight.”
“Marcus? What happened?” Abby asked, concerned.
“Well, we lost last night when we should have totally dominated, so we did lots of skating, to say the least.” Clarke didn't want to think about it too much. She was still in pain.
“Oh honey,” Abby tilted her head and held Clarke's hand. “You poor muffin how will you ever survive?” Clarke let out a gasp at her mom's teasing.
“Mom!”
Clarke and her mom talked for a long time. Clarke told her mom about school, and homework, and even mentioned Lexa. They talked about Abby's work at the hospital and how her patients were doing. By the time 10:30 rolled around, Abby had to shoo her daughter off to bed.
“Go! You have school tomorrow!” She kissed her goodnight and Clarke went to bed.