WICKED is not Good

Meeting Frypan

Chuck couldn't stop talking.

"Mhm." I sigh not really caring.

"Then Thomas went into the maze to save Minho and Alby! Then got stuck out there,"- that got my attention - "Nobody survives a night in the maze, but they did. Now Alby is kinda crazy."

"Why is Alby crazy?"

"Weren't you listening?! He got stung by a griever."

"Oh okay."

We walk up to Frypan. "Hey Greenie." Frypan smiles.

"Don't call me Greenie! I'm Sierra."

He puts his hands up in surrender. "Sorry Sierra. What would you like today?"

For me to get out of here, I thought.

"Um a sandwich I guess."

"Coming right up!"

Chuck turns to me. "A sandwich?"

I raise my eyebrows. "What else do you think I was supposed to get?"

He shrugs.

"Exactly."

Chuck stares at me.

"What?" I ask getting annoyed.

"How old do you think you are?"

I look down at my feet, "Uh, sixteen? How old do you think I am?"

"Sixteen."

"Okay then."

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Later on the boys have a bonfire for me.

"Sierra! Sierra!" They chant as I walk up.

Thomas welcomes me with a hug. "How's the food?" He chuckles.

"Good. I was hungry."

"The Gladers are going crazy." Thomas whispers.

"The what?"

"Gladers. That's what we call ourselves."

I nod. Frypan starts dancing with another guy that has really well groomed eyebrows.

"Who's Frypan dancing with?" I ask in awe.

"Gally. He thinks he's tuff klunk. When I got here he told me to call him Captain Gally."

I laugh. "Wow. He sure is full of himself."

Thomas nods. "Come on let's ditch this place."

He takes my hand and leads me to the woods.

"Um Thomas?"

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