We're on the ground, right. Just a bunch of kids with no adult supervision. And most of us have been in the sky box for years. There's one guy who's older. Bellamy. He's actually...like I know him here. In my real life. And he's in the dreams. It's weird.
Anyway. He and this girl, Clarke. They're trying to assert themselves as leaders of our little camp or whatever. There's also Wells, his father is the chancellor on our ship and he's the one who's largely responsible for putting us in prison and floating our parents and shit. Seems like I pick a fight with him every time he comes into range. I loathe him with a blinding passion, in the dreams.
And we're building a wall to try and protect ourselves. I'm constantly barking orders at the other kids, refusing to let them take breaks, and when one kid asked for a water break, I...pissed on him.