~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 12: Day One, Greenie. Rise and Shine

It was Greenie day. Every Greenie day, Linnea would stay back, and do the tour and all of the other things that the Greenies  needed to be shown. Some of the gladers said that it was because she was more nurturing to the Greenies, but others said it was because she was really good at scaring them into not going into the maze. No matter what it was, Linnea stayed back.

She woke up in her little hut, and saw Chuck, the newest Greenie, a small, chubby boy who couldn't be any more than twelve or thirteen years old, curled up on the floor near a foot away from her hammock. The boy would sometimes have nightmares, so he was allowed to come into her room whenever he wanted. Only a few people were allowed in her room, due to some things that had happened in the past, (I'm guessing you could guess what) so there was only a select few people that were allowed in her room, one of which being little Chuckie because of his nightmares. He was one of the examples of her scaring people about what lurked in the maze.

The others that were allowed in Linnea's room were Minho, Newt, and Alby. Minho and Newt, because they were her best friends, and Alby, because he was the leader, and if you're the leader, you make the rules. And the leader was Alby.

"Morning, Chuckie," Linnea said, once the chubby boy with the curls rolled over, yawning. Over time, Linnea had stopped calling the newbies Greenie, and would rather make up her own nicknames for them. In Chuck's case, it was Chuckie.

"Morning, bestie," the young boy said with a yawn. That was his nickname for her. Chuck seemed to think that the glade was a good place to make a lot of friends. Not anymore.

"It's Greenie day," Linnea reminded him.

Chuck quickly bounced up onto his feet, with a very, overly excited look on his face. "It's Greenie day! I'm not the Greenie anymore!" Linnea laughed. This boy was now the light of the glade. Too bad everyone was annoyed by him. Linnea was really the only one who had taken a true liking to him. Minho liked the boy, but he was always gone, in the maze, whereas Linnea stayed back a bit more than he did.

Chuck sprinted out of the brunette's hut, his brown curls bouncing, as he listed all of the things he needed to get done. Poor boy's job was slopping, the job for those who weren't good at anything else. He was just too young to do anything else. Linnea was so glad that it wasn't her job. 

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Later, the glade was in full swing, everyone doing their jobs and everything was going just swell. But one thing was off. The dreaded alarm hadn't sounded yet. If it was to come, it would be late, and then, it would be the first time ever that it had been late. The box always came up at the same time of the same day a month after the other, boys being sent up like clockwork, but still no girls.

Linnea walked over to Newt, who was sitting on a bench watching the builders build. "What's wrong?" she asked the dirty-blonde boy.

"Hey princess," Newt used his nickname he had for her. "The bloody box hasn't come up yet," he told her. Like she didn't already notice.

Linnea sighed as she seated herself next to him. "I bet it'll come up. Whatever bastards sent us here wouldn't want us to die without our monthly supply of items would they?"

"No, I suppose not," Newt's British voice spoke. Almost as if on the most perfect timing in the world, that horrid, dreaded, terrible alarm that Linnea had woken up to more than three years before sounded across the glade.

The Greenie was there.

Each and every glader rushed over to the box as those all-too-familiar doors lifted up and out of each other revealing what was inside the box. Because of how many people were there before them, Linnea and Newt had to push themselves up to the front, so that they could look into the box, and see the new greenie.