A Girl in the Glade

Dinner And A Hair Cut

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-Opals POV-

"Hey guys" I said as I sat next to Chuck and Thomas by a tree.

Chuck waved, Thomas just sat there.

"Do you know what the meeting is about?" Chuck asked.

"No" I responded.

"How can you guys sit here and talk when we literally just sent Ben to die" Thomas looked at me disgusted.

"What are we supposed to do curl up in a ball and cry. Shit happens we just have to forget about it" I sighed.

"Do you think he'll make it" Thomas asked.

"No, nobody survives-" Chuck was cut off by Thomas.

"A night in the maze I know" the greenie laid back on the ground

We sat in silence until Minho walked over.

"Hey O can I talk to you" Minho asked.

"Sure" I headed over to Minho "What's up"

"Tomorrow Albys gonna come with me into the maze"

"Why" I inquired.

"We're gonna retrace Bens steps, try and figure out what happened." He paused "Alby wants another runner to come with I nominated you. You okay with that?"

"Yeah sure" I nodded.

"Newts pissed at me" Minho rolled his eyes.

"Why" I raised and eyebrow.

"He doesn't want you to come with" Minho chuckled.

"God he worries to much. Why did you pick me and not a more experienced runner" I asked.

"Well you saw Ben out there so I thought maybe you'd know what path he took" he shrugged.

"Yeah I got a guess" I nodded.

"Well ima go get some dinner wanna come?"

"Yeah, can Chuck and the greenie come?" I asked.

"I don't care" he shrugged.

"Hey" I called towards them "Chuck! Thomas! Dinner time" they nodded and headed over to us.

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"Who am I working with tomorrow" Thomas asked.

"You'll see" Newt responded.

I was sitting at a picnic table with Thomas, Minho, Newt, and Chuck.

"Cant you guys just tell me. For once can you give me a clear answer" Thomas whined.

"Naw, it's funny to see you frustrated" Newt chuckled as he took a bite of his food.

"Did you guys hear-" Chuck was interrupted by a beetleblade that scurried across the table. Chuck nearly fell out of his seat.

"What's that" Thomas's eyes were wide.

"It's a beetleblade" I said "that's weird they usually don't get this close"

The beetleblade seemed to stared into Thomas's soul.

"Why is it looking at me like that" Thomas's voice shook.

Before any of us could answer the beetleblade scurried off the table into the deadheads.

"That was strange" Newt furrowed his eyebrows.

"Uh well anyway back to what I was saying, did you guys hear what happened with the builders" Chuck asked.