Trapped (Full Story)

Chapter 32

How was I here? How did I know so much about medical stuff? And since when can I sneak around without tripping over something? I used to be so clumsy!

I eventually push all these questions and emotions aside and fall asleep, hoping me and Philip's hangout will make me feel better tomorrow.

•••

Next day at lunch after helping Newt get his food and sitting him down with Alby, I go off and find Philip at the bench where I first sat on my first day with the Gladers knowing I existed.

"Hey, did you forget?" I ask, coming over. Philip jumps up and says: "No! Of course not! I was just getting it all ready! Here, go ahead and take a seat! I promise I'll be right back!" He then runs off somewhere and I frown, sitting down on the bench as I slowly ate my sandwich.

Philip then comes back and gives me a small thing of chocolate. "Don't tell Fry I snuck in," he says, making me giggle.

"Tell Fry what?" I ask innocently. He laughs and sits next to me.

"You know, I think it's totally crazy how we didn't know how you were able to hide around for two whole months! Where did you hide?" He asks me.

I shrug my shoulders and reply: "Deadheads. But I always had to sneak out to get some food,"

"Well I can't help but think we might need night patrols so that we can catch any more of you hiding in there!" He laughs.

I smile and reply: "Trust me, no one else is in there."

"So what's your favorite thing about our Glade?" Philip asks me.

"Bark. 100%! We never had a dog." I answer.

"Really? That's crazy!" Philip says.

"What do you do around here, Philip?" I ask, peeling a banana.

"Oh, I'm a builder. We're working on some new room. Probably for storage."

I nod my head and go back to my food. Throughout the date, me and Philip learned more things about each other. He liked the color grey, wanted to be a runner, and preferred sunrises to sunsets.